Fly On The Wall.

So here is the set up, the 411, the down-low.

I’ve been picking on Sis lately. She and I talk almost everyday, if not several times a day. The hubby thinks its crazy. My opinion is that my family is a lot closer in some aspects than his. Anyway as you know Sis has three boys. Booger is 5, Duck is almost 3, and Moose is little over a year old.

Aren’t they just handsome boys??

Now our conversations at times are rather amusing and I will tell you why. I’ve been teasing her that I was going to start writing about some of the “phrases” I hear when we talk. She tells me I won’t, when she knows I most definitely will. I told her the other day someone should be a fly on the wall and write this stuff down so we could make millions!!

So here we go, set down that drink, no drinking I don’t want you to choke and it be all my fault.

Phone rings I see on the caller ID its her (second time today) the earlier call however was from Moose playing with the cell.

For your ease of reading I will color code the convo’s. *wink wink* I will be in lovely Red and Sis will be in Blue.

So I answer, “Hello.”

Stern voice says, “Don’t say that to me again or you will go to your room!”

“Ok then, noted.”

Laughing. “No not you, UGH these kids are making me lose my hair today.”

“Nothing new.”

So we chat about a few things, and then mid sentence she raises her voice, “I told you to go find a toy to play with! Quit playing with the tape measure before you slice your brothers head off!”

Not even two minutes later, “I said a toy!! Where are you getting these tools? Of all things your dad had to teach you it had to be the “fixin!” Give me the wrench and hammer. Now get!” pause “Get back here! Give me the screwdriver out of your back pocket too! Is there anymore I can’t see?”

Yeah my nephews are all about the tools. They love the farm and “fixin” things. Really is very adorable. How ever a lot of the boys “fixin” has cost Sis and her hubby some money.

For example the other day Duck decided to cook some long noodles (Ramen) on the grill. Sis thought he was pretending stirring things in the bowl on the grill. There was no flame so all safe right? Wrong they went to use the grill a day later. No gas in the tank. First they are perplexed how this 2 year old was able to turn the top plus Duck had managed to break some part that her hubby had to run, buy, and then “fix.”

Second Sis proceeds to tell me now that Moose is walking, he likes to help mommy. Sis found out the hard way that crayons and dishwasher’s don’t blend well. Enough said.

Another day we are chatting along and she is telling a story about a friend of ours she saw the other day. Again mid sentence no change in tone she says, “You asked for it you eat it! Your brother is not a pig to just dump leftovers on his tray!”

At first I’m like WTF kind of story, huh, what?? Then I hear Duck say, “But Mama he’s (Moose) asked me for some.”

“Ok one your brother doesn’t talk. Two what have you been told about lying, three ugh… uhh… AHH just go away I can’t think with you telling me (Moose) is talking. That thought scares me to no end.”

Then on that note she goes right back into the story like nothing happened. I however am still perplexed with the fact that Duck could come up with such a story and the thought of Moose talking we will all be in trouble.
So I don’t hear a thing she says.

There have been several more. They happen at least once a week. I am absolutely writing them down from now on. That is of course once I wipe my eyes from the tears of laughing so hard. Knowing my Sis and my nephews that I love to death, this will probably be a reoccurring entry.

Bad thoughts I tell ya, bad thoughts.

I thought I would join in the confessional this week.

Yup I have something to confess to you y'all

I came accross the meme a couple weeks ago but never thought of anything to say however this week I have something.

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All beatified isn't it??

So on to the important crap stuff.

• This last week on pick up and drop off of the girls to their mom she proceeded to talk my ear off with tons of bullsh$%!!
• She has done this before but it always ends bad for me.
• Every time she plays nice with me it ends up with me drinking coffee laughing with the CPS guy in my house.
• Yup she turns me in for trumped up charges, that have no proof, that I get to amuse the CPS fella with how they aren't possible.
• So as I'm sitting there last night I tried everything to get her to shut up.
• I didn't ask questions, I started the car, I even had it in park, she still wouldn't stop.
• So I eventually drove away saying its late I have to go while she was still rambling.
• In my head I'm thinking...
• How can I remove her tongue, how can I...
• Yes I had some very bad thoughts about there mom.
• I have them alot. (I WOULD NEVER ACT ON THEM)
• I yelled at the hubby for not making/telling her we HAVE to go.
• I yelled at him for making me sit through that twice in one week.
• I tend to yell at my hubby alot for him being to quiet.
• I get frustrated easily anymore.
• I think it's my anxiety/depression.
• I don't take meds for it even though I should.
• I hate how it makes me feel like a zombie and no feelings, not even able to cry when I take them.
• Besides they really only give ya drugs for feeling suicidal...
• Not for having thoughts of homicide do they?? (LOL I haven't had that bad of thoughts but if I'm drinking coffe with the CPS fella next week I can't promise I won't dream it)

So there ya have it.

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Proving stereotypes have some truth.

My family has always amused me. There is never a dull moment when we are all together. No matter what, you can always count on a laugh at from with my youngest sister, Sissy. All three of us My sister’s were born blonde (not me, nope I’m a red head, that’s what I’m sticking with, have been for months years my whole life) and Sissy definitely has fit the stereotype of being blonde over and over and over again. Here are a couple examples:

I remember once the three of us sitting in the mall food court talking about a family friend that was moving to Alaska. Sis and I were talking about the fact that the long drive has to be getting pretty tedious, going on 4 days or something like that.

When Sissy says, “Drive? How can they drive across the ocean?”

“What?!” We wanted to make sure we heard her right.

“I said how can they drive on the ocean?”

We bust up laughing!!

Blank stare at us she is like “What’s so funny? Alaska is in the middle of the ocean, right next to Hawaii! You can’t drive on the ocean.”

I finally catch my breath to ask her something along the lines of “ Do we honestly attend the same school? I wish I had a map.” So after explaining to her how the map works she finally understood, I think…

Story number two happened just recently:

Not only is Sissy the blonde airhead intellectually challenged of all of us, she tends to be the adventurous one. Now Sis and I love a great challenge, but Sissy tends to seek them out constantly. Last summer she took and passed the classes to ride a motorcycle. Shocked us all but she loves it. So last Thursday my Mother, whom was over 10 hours from home got that call. “Ma’am your daughter has been in an accident.” Oh my!! So yeah that afternoon/evening was pure chaos. Luckily she walked out of the ER with only bumps, bruises, scrapes, and a bit less skin on one side of her butt. The biggest issue was her pride.

If you had encountered Sissy at any time after the crash you would have thought “What an ungrateful spoiled brat!”

Which she is but I can somewhat understand her frustration that day. Here she is being boarded up and all her clothes cut off by guys she personally knows because she played softball with them. I would definitely be embarrassed too! So the next day she is ranting about she didn’t understand why she had to be C-collared, and boarded, and all that hospital crap, when she said she was fine.

Where I jump in and say, “Well generally when your body has enough force flying into the back of an SUV to bust the window, they really believe that something has to be broke or damaged inside.”

To which she replies, “Well it wasn’t my body! It was my head! Want to see the marks on my helmet?”

No joke that’s what she said to me. So I ask, “Okay since when is your head not part of your body?”

She stammers, “Well you know what I mean!”

“Yeah, yeah. Still when your body or head hits at that speed you NEED to be checked out.”

Now don’t get me wrong my Sissy is not stupid. She has a degree from college in business management or something like that. (she only changed it like 8 times)

You see all three of us have acquired totally different specialties or gifts. I have my brain and ability to absorb all the knowledge around me whether I want to or not. Sis has the ability to barely want to be preggo and here comes the baby makin’ machine. (I blame her for my inability to become preggo, you see she got all the reproducing genes.) Then finally Sissy has the ability to be a mover/workaholic. At one point she was attending college full time, PLUS working two jobs. She is crazy, however motivated to get what she wants. So when you want everything, that was probably the right gift.

I have so many more stories on how my family amuses me so stay tuned for more.

Theory Thursday – I must be old fashioned

So I have come to the conclusion I’m old fashioned. This is probably what my grandmother had always tried to teach me. I was raised the oldest of three girls on a farm. Yeah with no brothers. So guess who got to do the hard work…Yup me and the sisters. (only when they got older, I have three years on the next) As we grew up we were taught simple and what I found basic morals such as:

• You know that Golden Rule “Treat others as you want to be treated.”
• You have to work hard for what you want, things are not always handed to you.
• Truth is always the best, even if it might hurt.
• Stand up for what you know is right.
• Defend/Help those that can’t do it themselves.
• Life isn’t always fair.
• It’s better to give than get.
• Be a leader not a follower.

You know all the basic principles to create a well rounded individual. Well here is why I believe I am old fashioned. Either that or other parents are forgetting and giving in. Here is my biggest one that it seems no one is teaching anymore…

• Respect is not something you can demand and receive. It must be earned and reciprocated.

I will tell you why. If you are not a step-parent I’ll explain a bit about transition days. They are the first day/evening when the kids change homes. (ie Mom’s to Dad’s in case that wasn’t clear) They are generally no matter what a tough day, no matter what the age of the kid/kids are. Well our transition days here have progressively spiraled down to the depths of HE#$ nowhere!!!! I won’t elaborate to much on how horrible their worthless, homeless, lazy, un-employed, alcoholic, mother is. The girls are having a rough time dealing with bouncing all over the place with them not knowing where they will be next.
Problem is she doesn’t want to tell them no and tries her best to be the “good parent.” Not the good as in take care of the properly, good as in the one that spoils, caters, and jumps at every demand so that she can remain the one they pick because at 4 they don’t know any better yet.
This is so hard when here the girls had manners at one point. (Having to remind them to say it again is exhausting, I did it once already) That they don’t call each other or anyone else horrible names. That a time out means you WILL sit there until I SAY YOU CAN MOVE! (that goes for blinking too, ok maybe not but you know)
That just because you mother despises the fact that I can take better care of you, and you LOVE me, and tell me that in front of her, DOES NOT mean you can hit me and scream “Mommy says to HATE you!!” Oh yes they have. I had to leave the room and bawl after that. Surprisingly not for what they said, but for there mom for the fact she is going to teach the girls these things. That she is going to after over three years start playing these games with the girls.
We are trying to stay consistent in teaching the girls right from wrong when they are here. Explaining what their mother tells them to do to me is not respectful or nice. That you can catch more flies with honey, oh wait I’m sure you understand what I’m trying to say. I’m trying my best to stay pleasant and respectful on exchanges, as tough as it is I do. So now that I’ve opened the door of the bloggy world to my chaos as a step-mom I’m sure you will hear more.


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A Bit About Mama

So the attempt to write an “about me” section has proved to be quite difficult. Why it’s so easy to write about others rather than yourself perplexes me.

So here it is the debut of the best I can figure of how to explain me.

I’ve lived in the same general 40 mile radius my whole life. Born and raised a small town girl and wouldn’t have it any other way. I grew up on a farm. With that fact I am proud to say I am no stranger, nor do I fear hard work or getting dirty. I will gladly stand up and take on any man that feels they are stronger than I, or any woman, for that exact reason. I wouldn’t say I am a feminist, however I would say I have a feminist attitude especially when it comes to the alpha male with the caveman theory they are still the strongest sex.

I did really well in school, and can’t say I fit into one clique. I was friends with EVERYONE. I called it my eclectic ability to socialize. I still find it present in my life now. I don’t like enemies, however if someone feels they are mine, there in for nothing but kindness from me from now on.

I'm a wife of a Fire/EMS addict. Who has recently dragged me into that lifestyle. Becoming an EMT has been an eye opening experience. It has always amazed me his dedication to this line of volunteerism. (<< can’t believe that’s actually a word.) I can’t call it work only because that isn’t possible to be a paid job in this little area we live in.

My hubby came as a package. When I married him I got twin stepdaughters as well. They are my LIFE. I’ve been blessed by my hubby to be able to be a stay at home mom for them. QueenB and Toughie sure do keep me on my toes, and have a huge thirst for adventure. We are blessed that they are so smart, so active, and so full of love.

We are struggling with the fact that I may not be able to get pregnant. We dearly want a child of our own. Of course nothing will take away the love we have for the girls. Facing this hard fact has been difficult and heart breaking. We will get through it and in fact being in this situation we fully believe is to only make us stronger.

I say that I speak my mind whether you like it or not. I've always been told I posses more knowledge and wisdom than anyone my age should. My Grandmother whom I miss terribly repeatedly told me in my teen years that some day I would realize that having a mind that processed things far beyond my years isn’t a curse, rather a blessing and I should cherish it. I still haven’t figured out how it’s a blessing, but knowing my Grandmother I’m sure I’ll find out soon.

I've chosen to share my thoughts, random theories, some dislikes, and favorites of what ever comes to my mind here for you all to enjoy, disapprove, or perplex you into wondering what on earth is she thinking. I invite you to sit back and take a trip with me into my life, my mind, and the utter chaos and adventure I’m sure will arise.

 

 

Wordless Wednesday -- Spring

Enough said.

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Wanna be green thumb employs questionable laborer’s…

First let me start with I think Mother Nature is either menopausal or trying to smite me. Either way we went from 80’s on Thursday to barely 60 and rain on Friday. Then came Saturday where once again it was barely 30 and that stupid white CRAP was falling once again!! So then we hit Sunday. Yes the sun was out however we were only mid 50’s at best. Totally unbelievable!! Needless to say we were home for once and didn’t have to run off somewhere. So we decided what better day than today to enforce some child labor, right?
After the girls went and picked out their perfect work clothes. Out to our back/side yard we went. Raking and picking up sticks.
QueenB consistently thought her rake had to be leaf free.

Wrong end their Toughie!!

Seemed to be no matter how much they raked they couldn’t keep it in a straight line. That wasn’t our thing Ms. Perfect QueenB wanted it that way.
(Note the boots on their feet ;) and they had to have their worker bibs on today. It was too cute!)

Toughie telling QueenB to do it yourself then. (Ha Ha no one bosses me around hmph)

We found so many cool things out in the yard. For example apparently we have been attacked by Woody!!

He left his mark everywhere in the back yard!! Take a look.
Here,

and here,

and here!

So then we went to go work in the garden. If you saw last Monday’s post True Confessions of a Wanna be green thumb. Here I showed off my gardens, or lack there of. I’m not going to show you what we have done so far to fix them, but I’ll just tell you we managed to weed a TON of grass from the side yard and put up the rock line in front of it. The front garden wasn’t touched at all. (poor thing) Anyway while we were digging away, we found a few things. I’m so proud of my girls for not being squeamish about gettin’ dirty or picking up things like…
WORMS!!!

He wasn’t a keeper to go fishing with so we decided to put him back. Of course that was after much convincing they didn’t need a worm in the house. I swear some days I’m raising two boys. (check the fingers!! see how filthy we were already!)

Then we found this weird little thing he is on the rock there, sorry I didn’t get a close up, but he was brick red and hard shell on one end and like a worm on the other. All in all we had a great day. We finished the rocks and most of the weeds. Hope next weekend is nice so we can plant some rose bushes and maybe some bulbs. However with Mother Nature being so wishy-washy we might have to wait a bit longer.
On a further note thank heavens for a shower in this house, or I’d have been cleaning a dirt ring for days with how much dirt came off of all of us.

Mommy’s Theory Thursday

Normally I would list a few theories bouncing around in my head but today I’m taking a new route.

 

Today I'm gonna take a physics law and prove it wrong.

 

That is Newton’s first law of gravity, what goes up must come down.

 

Well hello!! No that isn’t always the case, well at least not yet for something. I recently ran into someone I knew years ago. I won’t mention how or where I know them from, only because if they happen to find me to read this they will know who they are and others won’t. Plus maybe it will open their eyes if they do.

So here it goes, what proves this law wrong is “her nose”!! It has been so far up in the air since the first time we met, and STILL is. Even though life has crashed around her, and I do mean life, because as she is talking I’m like holy crap!! Every possible thing that could go wrong for her or her family, it has happened. You would think that somehow or something would have eventually brought that nose down, that she wouldn’t still be so stuck up. How can she think she is so much better than everyone else? Doesn’t she know that maybe a little humility or a little compassion for others might just change her luck, or better yet make her feel good?

She was appalled it seemed by the life I had chosen. I am so proud to say I’m a sahsm (stay at home stepmom), I have my own home business, and just one more test to go to be a volunteer EMT in my community. I pride myself that I’ve chosen a life of service or assistance to others, rather than walk on top of them. I once again was beneath her standards.

Frankly I could care less what she thinks of me, and in all honesty I pity her. Life is suppose to be tough, hard, but in no way defeating. If she doesn’t figure a way to make gravity work on her nose she will get no where. It breaks my heart to see others like her snubbing someone because that person leads a life they don’t want, so in return they won’t associate with them. You never know what type of person your gonna meet next so keep an open mind. That person that you think is beneath you may in fact be the one person who could improve or impact your life in a way you would otherwise think unimaginable.

Take for example that new show Undercover Boss on CBS, where the corporate heads are going undercover in their own business’s in the lowest ranking jobs. Treat others with respect and you will get far. I watched the Waste Management one where this one girl and her family were struggling to get by. She was doing the work of three people if not more. She was courteous to the boss, she even invited him over for dinner with her family, truly believing he was new to town. He in return made sure she got a raise, made sure she was able to hire others to help her with all the activities she was doing at work, just because she didn't look down on him. She had no clue who it was and because of her actions she in the end was better off.

I hope you will sit back and take a look at how you treat others. Bring back the age old Golden Rule, “treat others the way you want to be treated”. This wisdom of the ages hasn’t been taught to us for us to “turn our noses up” at, its’ got a basis and plenty of good reasons to back it up. I challenge you have you been mistreating someone or others for something? Try changing it and see what happens.

 

Mommy’s Theory Thursday.

So my whole intentions of this blog was to give you some insight in to how this twisted, messed up, most the time sarcastic mind of mine works. You may like what I write, you may not. All in all these are some of the messed up theories that often bounce around in my head. I’ve divided them out by category you could call it. So you will get a few every Thursday. So here it goes.

 

Today’s category is : Theories in a child’s mind.

 

Hand’s off only means wait till no one is looking.

Siblings are meant to be lookouts, partners in crime, sidekicks, and if all else fails the scapegoat.

Never admit guilt, always blame someone else. (refer to above)

If you don’t like dinner accidently spill your plate on the floor.

Crayons, Markers, Pens, and other writing utensils were made for writing on walls, floors, and everything else besides paper.

Every toy I own will fit under my bed.

Clothes must never make it into the hamper, however must be close enough to say I did it.

All books will have less pages when I’m done reading than when I got it.

Bed time is when we play the quietest.

 

Hope you enjoy. More to come next week.

 

First attempt at Post-it Note Tuesday!

So here is my first attempt, fingers crossed.

Play along with us courtesy of SUPAH MOMMY

Here goes nothing!!!

That was fun!! Can’t wait till next Tuesday now!!

Fear & Believing in Ourselves!

The Secret To Confidence Is Preparation

With practice you'll come to a point of competence.You'll find yourself accomplishing your goals gracefully and confidently.

It's then that you'll do things that you never dreamed you could do.You'll discover powers you never knew existed.If you're prepared, you're able to feel confident.

There can be no great courage when there is no confidence or assurance.Half the battle is in the conviction that you can accomplish what you undertake.

Confidence doesn't come out of nowhere. It's the result of constant work and dedication.

© 2009 YourDailyMotivation.com

　
I love these Daily Motivations. I post them for the most part every day on my Facebook & Myspace and people love them. I find this one so intriguing as it correlates with a video training I recently watched.

If we are not prepared, or we do not believe in something, we will never reach the success we want. We not only have to believe in ourselves, visualize what we want, but truly believe that what we want we will receive. If we don’t have the belief or courage to try something new we will never get there.

I recently asked everyone what makes them so afraid to try something new. Almost all of them replied it’s the fear of failing. So it results in they don’t have the belief in the beginning, if they are already thinking failure they will not make it. If your so afraid of the failing result you will not attempt anything new. If you don’t try new things your never going to know what you missed, if you would have succeeded, or who you could have helped or impacted by just taking that first step. That first belief that you can do what you set your mind too.

We are all capable of accomplishing and receiving what we want in life. We all have the potential to become and receive our wildest dreams. Now I’m not talking unrealistic things like I want to be Donald Trump. However if you believe that you can have his success. You match that with the time, the effort, the belief, the confidence, the determination. YOU CAN HAVE IT! You can be like Trump, Oprah, Tyra, anyone you dream to be. As successful if not more than with just the simple faith and trust in yourself. Your heart is your truest source of Motivation. Once it’s set in your heart your mind will follow.

We all have the potential to do or get what we want out of life it just takes a little work, a first step. We take our belief, our potential, our skills, and take action we will get the results we want. You want to climb Mt. Everest. Train for it, learn all you can, BELIEVE you will climb it and surprise your self and go for it! If you want a brand new car believe you will get it. Keep at what your doing or add to it. Figure out what you have to do, what you have to believe in, what may need to change, and plan for it. Believe in yourself that you can and will and before you know it that new car will be yours.

Now I’m by no means saying that you start believing in yourself today you will see results tomorrow. You may in some small tasks like cleaning house, the yard, homework, or that next test. However start taking that first step. Take that leap or jump. Believe in yourself. Trust your heart. Follow your dreams and make them happen. Good Luck and I wish you the best!
　
　
　

　
Always Be Prepared For Success

There is no shortage of opportunity.Everyday you are presented with countless chances to be, or do whatever you desire.

Luck is a matter of preparation meeting opportunity.Don't miss out on an opportunity because you're not prepared.Your preparation is absolutely essential.

To achieve success, you must have self discipline.You must increase your knowledge and develop your skills.

You're always in the right place at the right time when you're prepared.

© 2009 YourDailyMotivation.com

Friday the 13th, Lucky for me how about you?

Oh the elusive Friday the 13th is upon us!

I googled "why is Friday the 13th considered unlucky?". Many articles popped up about 116,000 it said. So I read a few as to why so many people have come to believe it is an unlucky day or date. However I was surprised in most of them that right off they state that many believe it to be a very lucky day too especially the Chinese. I fall into that category, not the Chinese the believe it‘s lucky just incase you might have been confused. : ) I've always had a great day when it was Ft13th. Especially when it falls the day after my bday.

So as I read on it seemed to be that there is no "proof" scientific or otherwise to prove why this day is considered so evil. There is always one a year and as many as three. One site had a whole table as to when and how they figure it out and how it happens in the leap year and WOW way to much to absorb at 8 am with kids running all over and no caffeine yet. “Oh coffee where are you…”

Next there are those that are Paraskevidekatriaphobics — people afflicted with a morbid, irrational fear of Ft13th — who have either positively or negatively effected the studies and research they have done. No one can actually pinpoint a determination as to when the fear started either. They have several theories as to when and how it evolved but no exact date or even year. However there are times where they can point out reason’s why people have become so afraid.

On one site they stated that the British Medical Journal’s study of Ft13th on your health was that less people were on the road yet more people were seriously injured if they were in an accident. So their conclusion was, "Friday 13th is unlucky for some. The risk of hospital admission as a result of a transport accident may be increased by as much as 52 percent. Staying at home is recommended."

WHAT?! Stay home, that’s not going to happen here. I have so much crap to do I can’t afford to let that get in my way. For example today I have a list of at least 4 places I have to go to in town. That’s a 20 minute drive there then all over town and the 20 minute drive back. If I let that get in my way I’d be so far behind come Monday. Now if you’re a mom being behind is no fun at all. It’s bad enough to try and figure it out to schedule everything in one day. There is the loading the kids, unloading the kids, buckling seatbelts 400 times, pee breaks every ten minutes. Heaven forbid you go into a store that they like stuff then it’s the “I want” “I need” “PUUHHHLLLEEEEZZZEEEE!!” Followed by the pouts and tears when you say no. Or the haven’t had a nap, got up early, you’ve dragged me around town, it’s now 4 pm, full blown tantrum that gets you the evil looks and whispers as you grab them drop everything else and head to the bathroom if you think you can save it but most likely the car. So now you didn’t get that task done, got to reschedule. The list is never-ending. So in a few we will set off to town to see if my Ft13th will stay lucky/good day for me or if the girls will prove me wrong and make it one of those days where everyone gives us those looks and when I get home I’m now laying on the floor with all my hair pulled out drooling incoherent and twitching…

http://urbanlegends.about.com/cs/historical/a/friday_the_13th.htm

My favorite site I read this morning on Ft13th

My Birthday Present!!!

So here it is. My Birthday! Another year gone and another to set off on new adventures. Most people set new year’s resolutions, well not me I set birthday goals. I have things set in my mind that I want to accomplish before then. That will probably be another post. This one is all about what I got for my present this year.


Yesterday Daddy and his brother (Kit I’ll call him : ) an acronym for him and only I know why) were here to install my dish washer. Now the house we live in was my grandmother’s. It is well over a hundred years old. So of course It’s not like there was a place to put it in. So the spot we picked we don’t hardly use the drawers they just contain junk. Amazing how we all have a junk drawer. Then the cupboard was full of all of my grandma’s stuff I still haven’t put anywhere or gotten rid of. Plus the floors in this place are so unlevel. Can't have anything on wheels it's like riding a rollercoaster through the house! Well maybe not that bad but you get the idea. So here is the spot.

Next Kit cut it all out.

No turning back now!

Then next was the plumbing… All I have to say is good thing we were doing this because apparently our drain was leaking so it all had to be replaced! Here it is our brand new plumbing! LOL Daddy wasn’t happy it cost us more money. OOPS but still what’s he crying about, that little money just saved us a whole LOT of money later, right? So eventually after running out to my parents farm to get a part for something and a trip to Menard’s for the plumbing parts it was finally in. Including water being sprayed all over at one point. "Hey Kit ya can't turn on the sink when a hose is undone!!" Here's the new plumbing see...

And then it was in!!!

Now all that’s left is to make a little shelf next to it and frame it all in. But after Daddy and Kit both worked the night before took a nap and then installed my dishwasher. As long as it works, and I can use it I can wait for cosmetics! Now where to put the mountain of stuff that came out of there. Hmmmm....

School bus policy??

So my sister is feuding with the school bus system right now. My nephew, whom I call Booger, goes to school every Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday afternoon. He rides the bus in the mornings and then only on the Friday drop off.

So here is the dilemma. My Sis in the morning gets 5 yr old Booger around for school and shortly before the bus comes she has two kids dropped off she watches. So she now has 5 kids 5 and under in her house and only her. She will have the other kids in her living room with the window open, if they aren’t sleeping, and her and Booger will go out the door. She will stand by the window and watch as he goes down the driveway. Mind you a very long driveway, well not that long but long enough. I’d say maybe football field length.

Well the other day he is half way down the driveway and the bus fly’s on by. Doesn’t stop. Doesn’t look. Nothing. She calls the bus garage and all they told her well if he wasn’t by the road then they don’t have to stop. WTF can that be right?!? I mean what about the middle of a snow storm? What about if he is standing there, but behind the tree so he just happened to not see him? When I went to school the bus stopped honked and looked at the house if they didn’t see us then they went. Have things changed that much? So the bus ended up picking him up on the way back which was about 30 minutes later said they wouldn’t do it again.

So second part was yesterday again my Sis is home with 4 kids and when she saw it was about the time for the bus to bring Booger home she got up to open the window and the bus is flying away! WTF he’s early she then calls the bus garage and asks “why did the bus just go right by my house?”

Lady replies “well the driver said no one was out there”

My Sis is irate now “He didn’t give me time to get out the door, he just flew on by! I can’t just be standing out there everyday I have these kids in here, can’t leave them, isn’t he suppose to stop and look?”

“Well I can understand you can’t leave the other kids but school policy we can’t leave kids alone either”

My Sis says “ I understand that policy it’s a good one but still he didn’t stop he”

Lady interrupts her “yes he did”

Now my sis is pissed “No he didn’t!! This is ridiculous! I can’t be out at that road waiting and leave all these kids in here! These issues need to stop! He has to stop and give me at least 15 seconds to go to the door and wave or something.”

“Ma’am I I I well he does stop I’m not aware of your other issues and”

My Sis now cuts her off “well whatever HE better come back and drop off my son!”

“He does drive back by there at about ten to four”

“Ok fine someone will be down there”

She hangs up and calls me. So I get to her house I’m standing at the end of the driveway.

It’s ten to four….then five to….now four.

My other sister, Sissy we will call her. Pulls in wonders what’s up. I fill her in the short version. She gets mad now, I find out later she witnessed the other morning thing. So she takes off down the road on her bike. (yes she is crazy its 40 degrees out and she won’t give up riding quite yet she is probably paying for that ride today) Anyway she goes about three miles or so down the road and finally see’s the bus. So she comes back.

So finally at five after four he pulls up.

Booger is home, no tears shed, as far as we know.

So fifteen minutes, let alone the 5 min walk down and back, the “school” is wanting her to leave the other kids in the house ALONE because she HAS to be at the end of the driveway so the bus driver can SEE her to drop Booger off. That’s absurd!

Why can’t he stop and look up the drive to see her? Oh right time. Is that it, he doesn’t have the time to stop? Oh wait isn’t that his job to stop and let the kids off or does he just open the door and kick them out at the parents as he fly’s by. Here catch your kid!

When I was a kid we were let off at home no matter what. They didn’t check to see if anyone was there it was here you go have a nice night see you tomorrow or whatever. So have the school’s gone way to over board on some of the policies or are the way they are enforcing them is the problem.

Tell me what’s your opinion? What does your school allow? What about when you were a kid? I’d like to know your perspective.

New Toys..... or the box....

It amazes me how much stuff we accumulate over the years of our life. Right now I’m trying to sort through stuff to pack away, or get rid of. Daddy has brought me home some boxes to accomplish this mission. Hard part is I have no problem throwing stuff in the boxes, girls are getting good at it too. However Daddy for some reason is a pack rat rather attached to some a lot of his things.

The girls have so much stuff we could supply a small country with toys. Well maybe not that many but it sure seems like it. See the girls have a rather huge extended family, and not many kids their age. When Christmas or their Birthday comes around they get sooo much stuff. Sometimes I think we need a storage shed just for presents after Christmas. That doesn’t include the stuff that the grandparents just buy them or the girls manage to manipulate and con out of them. For some reason it is programmed in the grandparents to never say no to their innocent little grandchildren when they ask for something. But hey who passes up free daycare, so Daddy and I get time alone YAY!!

Anyway the girls open most of their toys after the holidays but we do put some new stuff away. That way when I get the days where “I’m bored”, “What can we do”, “There’s nothing to do” come whining from their mouths I have a plan of attack. The girls go pick out some toys, I try to make it more than we are getting out, to give away or throw away depending on how well “used” they are. Once they are boxed up we go to the new stuff and pick out two or three things.

So it ends up being Christmas all over again to them. Plus the bonus I now have a few hours most times to have no distractions and get stuff done. (ie on the computer, but don’t tell Daddy *wink wink*)

So now yesterday I got to thinking the girls hadn’t pulled their whining in awhile. Don’t get me wrong I was very happy about that. Still we hadn’t been in the “New Stuff” closet in quite some time. The girls had been good so far today so I figured the melt down was soon to occur. I went to find the girls to see if they wanted to get in the closet and this is what I found in their room…

No wonder it had been a good day!!!!


Forget the toys, forget the park, forget everything! Just give us a box big enough to fit in! They spent hours playing in those boxes all day yesterday, and actually today now too. This has been the most peaceful couple days in I can’t remember how long. I guess if the closet runs out of toys, which I’m sure it won’t, all I have to do is get Daddy to bring home some more boxes.

I’ve heard them driving bus, fire trucks (apparently sirens came on the box and were loud!). They have made them an animal shelter complete with every possible stuffed animal they could shove in, glad they have somewhere to be now. Today now the boxes are back to being the fire truck and ambulance and are on their way to go help Daddy. (Daddy is at a live burn training which we are going to later)

So now I guess I go try to pry them away from their fire trucks so we can go see Daddy and his. I’m pretty sure when I mention Daddy and the fire guys I’m the one going to have trouble catching up to get them ready.

Let the excitement begin, “OOOHHHH Girls!!!!”

Who does Mornings?!

I don’t do mornings!

Never have probably never will. I worked graves for close to three and a half years and loved that time of my life. My hubby still does and for him it’s nothing to switch from graves to day shift and back. Unfair if you ask me. But working graves and having a family don’t mix.

Kid’s who knew they could throw off your day so much. Why can’t we program them? “Hey where’s the manual for these things? They need to be reprogrammed! Who ever said they could be morning people… UGH NOT me!!" Where's that receipt....

They are so their Daddy’s girls. QueenB definitely she is up at the butt crack of dawn, so I guess maybe that makes her Papa’s girl (he’s a farmer up early you know). Toughie on the other hand switches back and forth, some days she is up bright and early like 6 am ( I think its QueenB’s fault) other days she is in bed with me till at least 7 on school days and as late as we CAN on non school days. All depends on how long Daddy and QueenB want to let us sleep in. So what if your up leave us alone! Can I return the hubby too?

Whoever said the early bird gets the worm, well they can have it why do I need fish bait? But then it also goes, “The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese. ~Author Unknown” I must be the second mouse.

Then “Good things come to those who wait” Yes that’s me!!! I’ve finally figured it out. I’m just waiting for the good things. That’s my excuse now.

“Hey DOCTOR!! My caffeine drip is empty!” Oh wait I’m the only one here. My favorite caffeine transport vessel of Mt. Dew is out of stock, “someone go to the store.” Oh wait that’s my job. OOOPS

Well it is cold out now, I guess I could switch. Lower the standards and pull out the Maxwell House. Has to be MH, the hubby will not drink anything else. Why, who knows but I think our home alone keeps Dew and MH in business. “Hey dog, can you reach the sink?” she sits here staring at me like I’m growing another head. Oh and yes I do talk to my dogs, it’s when they talk back I know I’m in for a long day. “OK OK I get it! Guess I better do it, or this day will never get going.”

So after my IV and the functioning has commenced I do accomplish quite a bit. Surprisingly for how much of the day goes by in my staggering sleep deprived stupor. How I get everything around in the morning has to be by shear will and routine. Course a lot has to do with the preparation the night before only because what else can I do late at night than prepare for the next day.

Which brings me on to there is nothing to do at night, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. You see about 11p or 12a is when you think to yourself this being a night owl kind of sucks. Especially in my neck of the woods where everything closes up around 7 pm. Well no more like 10 or 11 but still feels like 7. Plus heaven forbid you turn on that TV after the news at 11 what do you have to look forward to, talk shows, weird things no one should be watching, and you can’t forget utterly the best thing in the whole entire world INFOMERCIALS! (sense the sarcasm??)

Yes the ones where you watch and think, “who would buy that!?” or “It does what?” as your twisting your head upside down “and how?” Then for some strange not from this planet reason all of a sudden your “I have to have one of them!!” Only for it to get to your house and join the shelf, the cupboard, the store room, of all the things you only use once a year or have only used once period.

I started this post as a rant against mornings. How I’m addicted to caffeine. Then funny how it ended as how the whole day culminates in to a twilight zone experience only because

I don’t do Mornings!

“Darn it the IV is empty again, Time for a refill!!”