Monday, January 30, 2006

Blogeo, Blogeo, wherefore art thou, Blogeo?

I have no clue where that title came from. Just call it Monday delirium and go from there.

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Gosh, the last time I posted it was Thursday. What has happened at the Diva ranch since then.....



Oh, I know.

Okay, Thursday was Girl Scouts as usual. The final tally for cookies this year was 1175 boxes!! Who knew 7 little girls were capable of such cookie-selling magic? They had set personal goals and then we totaled their goals to set the troop's goal. They passed it by 145 boxes. I am so proud of those kids I can hardly stand it. Now we definitely have the money for our end-of-the-school-year overnight trip to Branson! And to celebrate and reward them for their hard work we're having a skating/slumber party in the next few weeks. Yes, I'm really proud, but insane all at the same time. Skating AND a slumber party? What was I thinking?? Oh I'm sure we'll have fun, but it's quite a daunting thing to sit and ponder, so I try not to.

Thursday, also, our friend Melissa got a new job and when she picked her daughter up from Brownies she said they were going to The Stables to celebrate. We wanted to go, too! So, Bub, being the awesome dude he is, said he was tired and didn't feel like going out so he offered to take the kids to the Farmette so Paul, Tater and I could go out. The kids didn't have school on Friday so they were just going to spend the night. We got all gussied up and got to the Stables and Melissa and her husband weren't there. No answer on the cell phone, no answer at home, no answer at her mom's where the kids were supposed to have been . . . so we went to the Buffalo and celebrated her new job without her. We got home around 2am. Not smart when you both have to get up at 5:30. Fortunately, the only kid I had on Friday morning was CLB and he and I just chilled. He never lets me rock him anymore, but Friday morning he crawled up in my lap and fell asleep. That was pure heaven.

I picked up the kids around 10 Friday morning and Tater still sounded like crap from the head cold she picked up on one of her many trips to the indian clinic to check the consistency of her formerly maple-syrupy thick blood, so I told her kids to get their clothes on and they came home with me. They played outside in the freakishly warm January weather all day, effectively wearing themselves out realllllllll good. Then Mom picked up the Tater kids to spend the night at her house Normally this time of year when a child comes in from playing outside you have to strip off the 47 layers of clothes they're wearing and give them hot chocolate. This year we strip off the 1 1/2 layers and throw them in the bathtub to get off the dust. Strangest winter I've ever experienced.

So after scrubbing my three children to get off a day's worth of dust and goo, I fell asleep on the couch at 7. That left Paul to handle any arguments and disasters that arose. I woke up after an hour, tucked the kids in and then fell back to sleep. I was wiped out from being out late at the casinos three nights that week. But I don't have a gambling problem. :)

Saturday was Mom's birthday! WOO HOOO! The kids and I piddled around all morning. Okay, let me rephrase that: The kids played like little angels while I laid on the couch in a vegetative state until nearly 11. I'm just going to have to stop running around late like I'm still 32. Of course, Tater has been telling everyone she sees that her sister just turned 46. (Oh, revenge is sweet, little sister. Revenge is so sweet. You turn 30 this year, remember that, darling.) So everyone came out here for dinner at 4:30 and then we headed out on the casino circuit. A good time was had by all. Well, for awhile. I won $20 at the Turtle and that pretty much was all I won the whole night.

One little delight we had during the latter part of the night was at the Buffalo. There are three machines on the back wall of The Outback that Mom, Sis and I play anytime we're there. Across the room are some electronic Blackjack machines. There were two chicks at the Blackjack machine that were either just very easily amused or chemically impaired. If they would lose they would shout a resounding "OHHHHHHHHHHHH!" and if they'd win they'd clap insanely and scream "WHOOOOOOOOOOO!" After rolling my eyes and groaning every time they would shout, I decided to get in on the action. So if they shouted OH! I shouted OH! louder. If they screamed and clapped I screamed and clapped louder. Then Tater got in on it. The people at the machines all around us were cracking up at us and we had quite a sideshow goin' on. At one point I looked over at Tater and said, "We are probably SO going to get our butts kicked, you realize that, right?" She shrugged and said, "Hmh. Yeah you probably are. But I got your back, sister." I finally got up and walked over to their machines just to see how much money they had won, because from the sounds of it they were really rakin' it in. One had $28.50 on her machine and the other had $14.00. If I'm screaming at a machine it's because I have just won enough money to cause me to pee my pants. I don't scream for a measly $14.00. Sorry, I just am not that easily impressed. Call me jaded, whatever.

Yesterday was a fairly uneventful day. Paul slept till nearly noon, the kids got out every My Scene Barbie and all of the accessories and set up a mall, the island of Jamaica, a football stadium and a Hollywood rock concert in my toyroom. I did laundry and managed to get it completely caught up. Well, until everyone took their showers and then miraculously my hamper was full once more. It's a magic hamper, I'm telling you.

There's more to tell, but it will have to wait until after I feed the kids some yummy pigs in a blanket for lunch. Mmm good.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Sounds like a good weekend at the Diva Ranch! Heather should have something for you from me tonight! I was afraid I'd miss ya.

Courtney

Stacie said...

Okay...I am SO going to check out the foot fetish blog! WTF???
I WAS going to say that I guess I'm still unjaded because I can see myself whooping it up for a measly $28. Especially since I hardly ever put in more than $5 at a time. If we ever run across each other again in a casino, please don't harrass me or make fun of me over getting excited at small amounts. I'm not the hardened gambler you are so I might tell you to go F*** yourself, be-otch. :) You jaded gambler, you. HA!

Redneck Diva said...

Courtney, I so enjoyed our little "reunion" at the casino last night! And what do you know, after spending the whole evening with Tater I forgot to get my goody!

Stacie, I left the durn drunken spelling challenge turned off from HNT last week and the comment trolls have been busy attacking my blog! Foot fetish indeed....yeesh.

I would never make fun of a friend who was screaming like a loon! Besides, I have a confession - I did a little bit of screaming last night at Ladies' Night. *blush* I might not be as jaded as I thought, lol.

Stacie said...

Hey, I don't think your drunken spelling challenge is back on yet. I can't believe you don't have more crap in your comments. When I started my blog and didn't have it on, I had like 5 comments in about 10 minutes. Then I made sure I didn't get those nasty little creatures. They sure work fast, don't they?