I'm telling you, the person who invented Hot Wheels playsets is the Antichrist.
No kidding, I spent over an hour this morning trying every way I could think of to re-assemble my son's four Hot Wheels playsets/tracks. The easiest one, the figure-8 track that millions of little boys have owned since time began, is neatly stored away in the top of Sam's closet. It's the ones with 40 gajillion pieces that were down and demolished.
Oh, they're fine when you open them up at birthdays or at Christmas. You pull the pieces out of the boxes along with the instructions and stickers and you think, "Okay, this is kinda cool. I'll whip this thing out in no time." And with the exception of positioning the stickers just right we never have any problems putting them together.
The first time.
It's later, down the road, after the box and instructions have been long thrown away, that you nearly gnaw off your arm after trying every which way you know how to make the oil change bay fit onto the Service Center and the little pop-up skeleton fit just perfectly in the shallow grave so that it pops up when the unsuspecting car goes over it. Oh yeah. It's enough to make a mom wish her son played with dolls.
Monday, January 16, 2006
Saturday, January 14, 2006
Someone shoot me full of estrogen, PLEASE
I just realized that I not once this last week mentioned that Sam was chosen to be the crown bearer for basketball Homecoming. I'm not sure what the criteria for it was, but the elementary principal called me and said that the high school had called her to say he'd been chosen. I don't know if the high schoolers stalk the grade schoolers at recess or if they look at test scores or if they just pick their names out of a hat, but I like to think it's because he's so darn cute and adorable. Annoying, yes, but cute as hell.
So the day I found out, when he got off the bus I asked him if his teacher had told him anything. He said she hadn't, so I told him he was the crown bearer and teased that he was walking with his girlfriend, Bailey. He immediately put his hand up and said, "Uh no. She's my ex girlfriend, Mom." Young love is so fickle.
Well, yesterday was the big day and I had to have him dressed up and ready for the pep assembly by 2:15. Tater came down to watch the kids and I headed to the school to get him dressed up. I took CBG with me to deposit in her mother's room, per her mother's request. She wanted to show her off and who could blame her - she's CUTE.
On my way from CBG's mom's room over to Sam's room, I saw Abby lined up with her class on the playground. Right behind her was Chance, her boyfriend. Chance is at least a full head taller than everyone in the class, even Abby who is one of the tallest in the class, so you don't miss him easily. I saw them standing there together and for a brief flash they weren't 9 year olds, they were teenagers. The way she pushed her hair behind her ear when he leaned down to say something quietly to her, the way she grinned and looked up at him - it made my heart do a little flippity floppity thing. But I didn't dwell on it much because I was in a hurry to get Sam dressed and said hi to Abby and Chance and moved on, pushing out thoughts of him picking her up in a real live car, kissing her with his real live hormonally charged lips and other real live horrific thoughts.
I got Sam decked out in courduroys and a sweater vest and Gentry's too-small shoes because we realized in a moment of panic yesterday morning that he didn't have any black dress shoes. and then he and I drove over to the gym. We were early so he and I just sat and talked, kind of shooting the breeze, talking about things that are important to 7 year olds and almost 33 year olds - which is pretty much food, 4-wheelers and Disney World. As time drew closer to the pep assembly I said we needed to move to the row of seats right in the center of the gym so I could take as many obnoxiously close pictures as I wanted and he suddenly changed from my little boy who wanted to meet Buzz Lightyear at Disney World to "Hey Mom, I need to go over there and hang with the guys now." And I watched my little boy in his cousin's too-small shoes strut over to the far side of the gym to stand with "the guys". He approached their little cluster and they all turned to high five him and do that weird guy thing where they smack their knuckles together, which you wouldn't see women do because we'd take off someone's finger with our rings if we did that. I felt my heart doing that little flippity floppity thing again.
In this picture he looks lonely and miserable, but the jock guys had all gone somewhere to probably lift something heavy for someone, so the two guys standing there were the band guy and the drama guy. He had built up more of a rapport with the jockish type guys for some reason.
So I sat there, watching my son from across the gym. I watched his posture change, I watched him smile and laugh with the guys ten years older than him, I watched him get instructions from the teacher organizing the whole thing and he suddenly seemed so little yet so big all at the same time.
Gradually classes started filling the gym and I watched as Gent's class came in, Addison's class came in, then I watched Abby's class file in. There was Abby again with Chance trailing along behind her, little hearts emanating from his eyes and floating dreamily towards my oldest child. And while she certainly appreciates his affection and returns it, it's so totally obvious to me that Chance adores her. Did you see what I just wrote? "Chance adores her". Someone is adoring my little girl!! And I'll admit I teared up a bit.
But the thing that got me the most was when Bailey and Sam started their walk across the gym. They read Bailey's little profile thing and I hadn't filled out Sam's activities and plans for the future on his! I thought that was for the high schoolers and they'd just given the little kids the same form. The teacher in charge said, "Don't worry. I'm sure someone asked him." And sure enough they did.
"Sam's activities are playing video games and working on his yellow belt in karate. When Sam grows up he wants to join the Army and serve his country and protect his family."
Bailey wants to be a rock star and Sam wants to be a soldier. Why couldn't I have gotten the rock star?
I barely heard the collective "Awwww" that the crowd put forth. I was sitting there envisioning my son in olive drab, with a gun over his shoulder, marching in the desert . . . and then the tears began anew.
Yes, I sat in the noisy, crowded gymnasium yesterday during the Homecoming pep assembly and bawled.
I just don't know why they have to grow up.
So the day I found out, when he got off the bus I asked him if his teacher had told him anything. He said she hadn't, so I told him he was the crown bearer and teased that he was walking with his girlfriend, Bailey. He immediately put his hand up and said, "Uh no. She's my ex girlfriend, Mom." Young love is so fickle.
Well, yesterday was the big day and I had to have him dressed up and ready for the pep assembly by 2:15. Tater came down to watch the kids and I headed to the school to get him dressed up. I took CBG with me to deposit in her mother's room, per her mother's request. She wanted to show her off and who could blame her - she's CUTE.
On my way from CBG's mom's room over to Sam's room, I saw Abby lined up with her class on the playground. Right behind her was Chance, her boyfriend. Chance is at least a full head taller than everyone in the class, even Abby who is one of the tallest in the class, so you don't miss him easily. I saw them standing there together and for a brief flash they weren't 9 year olds, they were teenagers. The way she pushed her hair behind her ear when he leaned down to say something quietly to her, the way she grinned and looked up at him - it made my heart do a little flippity floppity thing. But I didn't dwell on it much because I was in a hurry to get Sam dressed and said hi to Abby and Chance and moved on, pushing out thoughts of him picking her up in a real live car, kissing her with his real live hormonally charged lips and other real live horrific thoughts.
I got Sam decked out in courduroys and a sweater vest and Gentry's too-small shoes because we realized in a moment of panic yesterday morning that he didn't have any black dress shoes. and then he and I drove over to the gym. We were early so he and I just sat and talked, kind of shooting the breeze, talking about things that are important to 7 year olds and almost 33 year olds - which is pretty much food, 4-wheelers and Disney World. As time drew closer to the pep assembly I said we needed to move to the row of seats right in the center of the gym so I could take as many obnoxiously close pictures as I wanted and he suddenly changed from my little boy who wanted to meet Buzz Lightyear at Disney World to "Hey Mom, I need to go over there and hang with the guys now." And I watched my little boy in his cousin's too-small shoes strut over to the far side of the gym to stand with "the guys". He approached their little cluster and they all turned to high five him and do that weird guy thing where they smack their knuckles together, which you wouldn't see women do because we'd take off someone's finger with our rings if we did that. I felt my heart doing that little flippity floppity thing again.
In this picture he looks lonely and miserable, but the jock guys had all gone somewhere to probably lift something heavy for someone, so the two guys standing there were the band guy and the drama guy. He had built up more of a rapport with the jockish type guys for some reason.
So I sat there, watching my son from across the gym. I watched his posture change, I watched him smile and laugh with the guys ten years older than him, I watched him get instructions from the teacher organizing the whole thing and he suddenly seemed so little yet so big all at the same time.
Gradually classes started filling the gym and I watched as Gent's class came in, Addison's class came in, then I watched Abby's class file in. There was Abby again with Chance trailing along behind her, little hearts emanating from his eyes and floating dreamily towards my oldest child. And while she certainly appreciates his affection and returns it, it's so totally obvious to me that Chance adores her. Did you see what I just wrote? "Chance adores her". Someone is adoring my little girl!! And I'll admit I teared up a bit.
But the thing that got me the most was when Bailey and Sam started their walk across the gym. They read Bailey's little profile thing and I hadn't filled out Sam's activities and plans for the future on his! I thought that was for the high schoolers and they'd just given the little kids the same form. The teacher in charge said, "Don't worry. I'm sure someone asked him." And sure enough they did.
"Sam's activities are playing video games and working on his yellow belt in karate. When Sam grows up he wants to join the Army and serve his country and protect his family."
Bailey wants to be a rock star and Sam wants to be a soldier. Why couldn't I have gotten the rock star?
I barely heard the collective "Awwww" that the crowd put forth. I was sitting there envisioning my son in olive drab, with a gun over his shoulder, marching in the desert . . . and then the tears began anew.
Yes, I sat in the noisy, crowded gymnasium yesterday during the Homecoming pep assembly and bawled.
I just don't know why they have to grow up.
Friday, January 13, 2006
Phreakin' Photoblog Phriday
I can't believe it, I'm doing it again this week. Someone high five me!
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We begin this week's photographic journey with my daughter and I in a forced hug. As she gets older it's only going to get worse, I realize this. If I have to get her in a half-nelson to get her to love on me, then so be it.
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Who are these masked men? That would be my son and my nephew. They do this a lot - pull their sock hats down over their faces and run around until they run into each other or something like a wall or a tree. They are so special.
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This was taken of Tater and her obvoiusly feral child on a hayride this last fall. I'm not sure, but I'm thinking that the blood clot was causing her to make this face, we just didn't know she had it yet. Doesn't it look like a lack of circulation to you?
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This is Mr. Diva and Sam. On the tractor. Duh.
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This picture of Kady is nearly 2 years old, but it is one of my favorites. So chic, so redneck, all at the same time. I like her versatility.
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And here we have Tater cheerily painting the Farmette back in the fall. We had really been painting a lot.
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But I think this is my all-time favorite set of pictures. The whole fam had gone to Silver Dollar City in Christmas 2004. Mom was being all cute and taking pictures of everyone so Tater and I posed. The result of that first pose was this:
But then something strange happened between the last frame and this one. We lost about 450 IQ points and had obviously been beat with the ugly stick:
So there you go! Happy Phriday everyone!
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We begin this week's photographic journey with my daughter and I in a forced hug. As she gets older it's only going to get worse, I realize this. If I have to get her in a half-nelson to get her to love on me, then so be it.
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Who are these masked men? That would be my son and my nephew. They do this a lot - pull their sock hats down over their faces and run around until they run into each other or something like a wall or a tree. They are so special.
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This was taken of Tater and her obvoiusly feral child on a hayride this last fall. I'm not sure, but I'm thinking that the blood clot was causing her to make this face, we just didn't know she had it yet. Doesn't it look like a lack of circulation to you?
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This is Mr. Diva and Sam. On the tractor. Duh.
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This picture of Kady is nearly 2 years old, but it is one of my favorites. So chic, so redneck, all at the same time. I like her versatility.
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And here we have Tater cheerily painting the Farmette back in the fall. We had really been painting a lot.
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But I think this is my all-time favorite set of pictures. The whole fam had gone to Silver Dollar City in Christmas 2004. Mom was being all cute and taking pictures of everyone so Tater and I posed. The result of that first pose was this:
But then something strange happened between the last frame and this one. We lost about 450 IQ points and had obviously been beat with the ugly stick:
So there you go! Happy Phriday everyone!
Bright copper kettles
Or bright copper hair, take your pick.
Last night, the Taters and DivaMom came over for dinner. I offered to feed them all in return for Mom coloring my hair. See, I would love to be able to go to the salon to do that, but Tater just had hers done last week and it set her back a whopping $75!!!! So I'm not doing that. I instead, bought a $20 thing at Wal*Mart and went for it.
Silly me.
It's the same brand I got last time, just a different color. Very dark brown hair doesn't take kindly to home highlights. Make a note of that. Especially if you have very dark brown hair. Now, go to the salon and they can give you some gorgeous blonde-y streaks in your very dark brown hair and you will be ravishingly beautiful, but give yourself home highlights and you will end up red. It's guaranteed.
Now, I fully realized that, according to the box, my hair would have some red in it when it was all said and done. I knew this going in and I was okay with it. In fact, I had a box of actual red haircolor in my cart and then opted to just go with my natural color instead. See, the stuff I used is an all-over color with highlights all in one box. You color your hair and then, while it's still chemically vulnerable, you slap some highlights in it. I'm okay with red hair and actually wanted to be Molly Ringwald when I was a teenager. I love red hair. I married a red-headed man, for cryin' out loud. But I've also seen some of those old ladies out at the casino who dye their hair like, cherry Lifesaver red or orange Livesaver orange and eh, I'm only on the brink of 33 and am just not ready to have my head look like a hard candy.
Last time, when Tater colored my hair, the color we used was called "Truffle". This is we used "Chocolate Macaroon". I should probably stay away from candy/cookie/pastry-type colors from now on.
The kids went to bed before we were done and when they got up this morning I was about halfway through flat-ironing my hair. Abby stumbled out of her room, leaned on the bathroom door frame and dryly said, "Hmh. Your hair is the color of pennies. Bright, shiny new ones."
Last night, the Taters and DivaMom came over for dinner. I offered to feed them all in return for Mom coloring my hair. See, I would love to be able to go to the salon to do that, but Tater just had hers done last week and it set her back a whopping $75!!!! So I'm not doing that. I instead, bought a $20 thing at Wal*Mart and went for it.
Silly me.
It's the same brand I got last time, just a different color. Very dark brown hair doesn't take kindly to home highlights. Make a note of that. Especially if you have very dark brown hair. Now, go to the salon and they can give you some gorgeous blonde-y streaks in your very dark brown hair and you will be ravishingly beautiful, but give yourself home highlights and you will end up red. It's guaranteed.
Now, I fully realized that, according to the box, my hair would have some red in it when it was all said and done. I knew this going in and I was okay with it. In fact, I had a box of actual red haircolor in my cart and then opted to just go with my natural color instead. See, the stuff I used is an all-over color with highlights all in one box. You color your hair and then, while it's still chemically vulnerable, you slap some highlights in it. I'm okay with red hair and actually wanted to be Molly Ringwald when I was a teenager. I love red hair. I married a red-headed man, for cryin' out loud. But I've also seen some of those old ladies out at the casino who dye their hair like, cherry Lifesaver red or orange Livesaver orange and eh, I'm only on the brink of 33 and am just not ready to have my head look like a hard candy.
Last time, when Tater colored my hair, the color we used was called "Truffle". This is we used "Chocolate Macaroon". I should probably stay away from candy/cookie/pastry-type colors from now on.
The kids went to bed before we were done and when they got up this morning I was about halfway through flat-ironing my hair. Abby stumbled out of her room, leaned on the bathroom door frame and dryly said, "Hmh. Your hair is the color of pennies. Bright, shiny new ones."
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
The magic
Yesterday morning when Jen dropped off CLB she handed me a copy (by copy I don't mean one that she burned illegally because well, no one really does that, do they? heehee) of Baby Bach, one of the Baby Einstein videos.
Oh
My
Gosh
WHY on earth have I not discovered these before? Actually since she started bringing CLB out here she's proclaimed the wonders of Baby Einstein and offered to bring me one to try and I always said, "Oh, thanks, but I really don't need it."
Well, by golly I DO NEED IT!! I really do!
I spent nearly an hour hooking up the DVD/VCR/Satellite/TV conglomeration hanging in the corner of the toy room to where all components worked correctly just so I could play this DVD. I got it all working, plugged in the DVD and instantly two of the three crying babies flatlined, began drooling and swaying and rocking to the music. CBG, well, I'm afraid she might be an alien because it affected her not. The other two - oh WOW. I'm not kidding when I say instantly they stopped crying and were mesmerized.
I will definitely beburning buying more of these videos. And eventually, I'm hoping that CBG grows to like them and I can quit thinkin she's an alien. I think that when the demon teeth that are bugging her come through she'll quit being an alien.
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The Tater is doing great. Thanks to everyone who prayed for her and sent her blood-thinning thoughts over the weekend. She and Bub ended up going to Claremore Saturday and Sunday mornings to get more injections and have more blood drawn. The oh so personable government-paid doctors seemed to think that three generations of blood clots and being overweight weren't really risk factors for having one. Yyyyyyeah. So they effectively scared the shit out of us all by declaring that they think she has a blood disorder and the entire family should be tested. We're still awaiting the results of the blood work before we all run in to be tested.
She's been getting injections of Lovenox, a clot stabilizer of sorts, twice a day since Friday and today she actually gets to go to the Miami clinic, rather than go back to Claremore again. Mr. Diva is taking her because, in addition to telling her she couldn't horseback ride, skateboard, kickbox and bungee jump, she can't drive until the clot is gone. Bub had to go back to work yesterday so he couldn't take her, I'm here with a house full of kids and no one wants to sit in a germ-filled, overcrowded, poorly run government medical facility with three infants and a preschooler so I was out of the running as well. Mr. Diva just happened to have the day off she he volunteered. It probably had something to do with the fact that a casino is right next door rather than purely helpful intentions.
She's also on Coumadin, a blood thinner, for six months. She can't shave her legs. She's really not happy about that. Now me, it wouldn't affect at all because hell, I've been married 13 years and if he couldn't handle a little leg hair he'd have been gone a long time ago. I'd consider it a free pass and be a happy camper. But she's having real issues with it. She shaved her armpits yesterday and like to gave my mom a heartattack. "YOU COULD'VE BLED TO DEATH!"
Mom declared. Tater replied, "Yeah, but I'd have at least had smooth armpits in my casket." She had a point. She won enough last night at Ladies' Night to buy herself an electric shaver. Thank goodness. I don't think Mom could've handled another proclamation of smooth armpits.
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It's snowing right now. It's a slushy, gooey, glumpy kind of snow, but it's pretty to look at all the same. Of course, it rained all night and the snow is melting on contact with the wet ground, but if you just look at the sky when it's coming down you can almost pretend it's winter. Wednesday's high is supposed to be 60 again. But rumor has it in meterological circles that another snowy system is coming in on Thursday. Gotta love Oklahoma weather.
Well, you don't have to. In fact, most of us don't.
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My birthday is a mere 11 days away. I've been in a bad mood since January 1st. While I love getting presents because I'm a selfish bitch, I hate the whole having of the birthday. It sucks.
I had a total grownup moment the other night when the babysitter burst into tears as we walked in the door. I thought something was wrong with one of the kids, but it turns out that she was having boy troubles. I resisted the urge to totally go into a verbatim speech my mother gave me at the age of 17. It was just too motherly. But after she left I had a rant right alongside my husband who was ranting as well. Boys are stupid and that's that. I have a boy and I fully am aware that someday he is going to be a stupid teenager as well and he is probably going to break some girl's heart and hoo doggies is he going to get a lecture from his mother when that one happens. Yes, girls are stupid sometimes, too, but being of the girl persuasion myself I tend to overlook most of the stupidity. Because I can.
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The lull of the Einsteinish music coming from my television is causing me to become strangely drowsy. Will write more later when I find the energy and will to turn it off.
Oh
My
Gosh
WHY on earth have I not discovered these before? Actually since she started bringing CLB out here she's proclaimed the wonders of Baby Einstein and offered to bring me one to try and I always said, "Oh, thanks, but I really don't need it."
Well, by golly I DO NEED IT!! I really do!
I spent nearly an hour hooking up the DVD/VCR/Satellite/TV conglomeration hanging in the corner of the toy room to where all components worked correctly just so I could play this DVD. I got it all working, plugged in the DVD and instantly two of the three crying babies flatlined, began drooling and swaying and rocking to the music. CBG, well, I'm afraid she might be an alien because it affected her not. The other two - oh WOW. I'm not kidding when I say instantly they stopped crying and were mesmerized.
I will definitely be
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The Tater is doing great. Thanks to everyone who prayed for her and sent her blood-thinning thoughts over the weekend. She and Bub ended up going to Claremore Saturday and Sunday mornings to get more injections and have more blood drawn. The oh so personable government-paid doctors seemed to think that three generations of blood clots and being overweight weren't really risk factors for having one. Yyyyyyeah. So they effectively scared the shit out of us all by declaring that they think she has a blood disorder and the entire family should be tested. We're still awaiting the results of the blood work before we all run in to be tested.
She's been getting injections of Lovenox, a clot stabilizer of sorts, twice a day since Friday and today she actually gets to go to the Miami clinic, rather than go back to Claremore again. Mr. Diva is taking her because, in addition to telling her she couldn't horseback ride, skateboard, kickbox and bungee jump, she can't drive until the clot is gone. Bub had to go back to work yesterday so he couldn't take her, I'm here with a house full of kids and no one wants to sit in a germ-filled, overcrowded, poorly run government medical facility with three infants and a preschooler so I was out of the running as well. Mr. Diva just happened to have the day off she he volunteered. It probably had something to do with the fact that a casino is right next door rather than purely helpful intentions.
She's also on Coumadin, a blood thinner, for six months. She can't shave her legs. She's really not happy about that. Now me, it wouldn't affect at all because hell, I've been married 13 years and if he couldn't handle a little leg hair he'd have been gone a long time ago. I'd consider it a free pass and be a happy camper. But she's having real issues with it. She shaved her armpits yesterday and like to gave my mom a heartattack. "YOU COULD'VE BLED TO DEATH!"
Mom declared. Tater replied, "Yeah, but I'd have at least had smooth armpits in my casket." She had a point. She won enough last night at Ladies' Night to buy herself an electric shaver. Thank goodness. I don't think Mom could've handled another proclamation of smooth armpits.
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It's snowing right now. It's a slushy, gooey, glumpy kind of snow, but it's pretty to look at all the same. Of course, it rained all night and the snow is melting on contact with the wet ground, but if you just look at the sky when it's coming down you can almost pretend it's winter. Wednesday's high is supposed to be 60 again. But rumor has it in meterological circles that another snowy system is coming in on Thursday. Gotta love Oklahoma weather.
Well, you don't have to. In fact, most of us don't.
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My birthday is a mere 11 days away. I've been in a bad mood since January 1st. While I love getting presents because I'm a selfish bitch, I hate the whole having of the birthday. It sucks.
I had a total grownup moment the other night when the babysitter burst into tears as we walked in the door. I thought something was wrong with one of the kids, but it turns out that she was having boy troubles. I resisted the urge to totally go into a verbatim speech my mother gave me at the age of 17. It was just too motherly. But after she left I had a rant right alongside my husband who was ranting as well. Boys are stupid and that's that. I have a boy and I fully am aware that someday he is going to be a stupid teenager as well and he is probably going to break some girl's heart and hoo doggies is he going to get a lecture from his mother when that one happens. Yes, girls are stupid sometimes, too, but being of the girl persuasion myself I tend to overlook most of the stupidity. Because I can.
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The lull of the Einsteinish music coming from my television is causing me to become strangely drowsy. Will write more later when I find the energy and will to turn it off.
Friday, January 06, 2006
Gooey
It's nearly 8pm and it feels like it's at least 3am. I am mentally exhausted.
Tater is, right now as I type, at the hospital in Claremore. It appears that the pain in her leg that has been plaguing her for weeks is indeed a blood clot. I'm no veiny expert, but this is one instance where I can actually say "I told you so". It's been hurting her for quite awhile now. Mom told her that it looked suspicious, I told her I felt 95% sure that's what it was, but did she listen to us marvelously intelligent women? Nope. She just drank more water and popped more aspirin. But when she got in the shower this morning, I guess the red streaks running up her leg scared her into getting it checked out. As soon as the doppler (the medical one, not the one that tracks storms) indicated that a blood clot it was, they plopped her rear into a wheelchair and wouldn't let her get up or leave the clinic.
At this point we're not sure if they will admit her or just send her home with the injections that will make the clot bust up. They wanted to admit her, but the teepee hospital didn't want to take her since she came through the clinic, so they were going to try to get her admitted to the white person hospital in town. But it appears they balked on that one as well. SO they asked her if there was someone that could give her two injections a day over the weekend. Well, by the time the nurse told her she needed to find someone and by the time we both called and finally got hold of those capable of injections, oh, oopsie, it's too late to order the medication. Thus the trip to Claremore tonight. Yeesh. Sometimes that free government medical care is a royal pain in the tush.
Tater's Tots got off the bus here and TotOne is still here. TotTwo and Sam went to Mrs. Coach's house for a sleepover. Mrs. Coach, you are an angel from heaven in my books! Sam burst in the door after school rarin' to go, hollerin' for his sleeping bag and were his Spiderman pajamas in the bag and oh my gosh, I was ready for Mrs. Coach to get here. Well, after Sam left poor TotTwo was stuck here with three girls who were playing dress-up and eyeing him like hungry wolverines after a lame gazelle. He was scared, I could tell. So I called Mrs. Coach and prayed the woman wouldn't mind me inviting my nephew to her son's birthday party. She's awesome because she said, "Bring him on over!" Mrs. Coach, you're my hero. He nearly did a cartwheel when I asked him if he wanted to go. Please, God, let them behave. They're both great apart, it's when you put them together that sometimes it gets hairy. Like last night when Sam called TotTwo a jerk on the bus so TotTwo called him an a*s. Good times.
All three girls have kept themselves occupied by dressing up in countless dress-up outfits and even clothes from their closet. Oy, I haven't even looked at the bedroom. There is no telling what condition that room is in right now. Right now they are eating pop-tarts and I am gearing them down for bed.
I've tried to keep the phone lines open all evening, but by golly I'm stressed so I'm blogging. I've got the cell phone right here so I can immediately call back anyone who tries to get through. This is where DSL would come in handy.
My father the RN said that the clinic overreacted by sticking her in a wheelchair and essentially scaring the crap out of all of us, that they were just covering their butts, but still it's scary. I could tell from Tater's tone of voice that she's scared. Our mom and dad have both had blood clots, Memaw had a leg removed due to poor circulation and had multiple blood clots throughout her life, and her father as well had them. Plus Mom's brother has had them. Pretty much, we're battin' a thousand in the circulation department . You'd think that two women with that kind of family history would be skinny. I guess we're gamblers. I'm not really making light of it, just trying to keep myself from chain smoking, thus adding to my risk of my own personal blood clot.
So now I have my MP3 player on - of course I have to listen to it through my durn Discman headphones, rather than the ultra cool ear buds because ya know I have deformed ears or something - trying to allow the sounds of John Lennon's "Imagine" and Billy Joel's "Just the Way You Are", Kanye's "Gold Digger" and Prince's "Cream" to keep my mind off of things. So far it's not working.
If you're a praying person, please send a few up for the Tater tonight. Pray for non-gooey blood and a speedy recovery.
Tater is, right now as I type, at the hospital in Claremore. It appears that the pain in her leg that has been plaguing her for weeks is indeed a blood clot. I'm no veiny expert, but this is one instance where I can actually say "I told you so". It's been hurting her for quite awhile now. Mom told her that it looked suspicious, I told her I felt 95% sure that's what it was, but did she listen to us marvelously intelligent women? Nope. She just drank more water and popped more aspirin. But when she got in the shower this morning, I guess the red streaks running up her leg scared her into getting it checked out. As soon as the doppler (the medical one, not the one that tracks storms) indicated that a blood clot it was, they plopped her rear into a wheelchair and wouldn't let her get up or leave the clinic.
At this point we're not sure if they will admit her or just send her home with the injections that will make the clot bust up. They wanted to admit her, but the teepee hospital didn't want to take her since she came through the clinic, so they were going to try to get her admitted to the white person hospital in town. But it appears they balked on that one as well. SO they asked her if there was someone that could give her two injections a day over the weekend. Well, by the time the nurse told her she needed to find someone and by the time we both called and finally got hold of those capable of injections, oh, oopsie, it's too late to order the medication. Thus the trip to Claremore tonight. Yeesh. Sometimes that free government medical care is a royal pain in the tush.
Tater's Tots got off the bus here and TotOne is still here. TotTwo and Sam went to Mrs. Coach's house for a sleepover. Mrs. Coach, you are an angel from heaven in my books! Sam burst in the door after school rarin' to go, hollerin' for his sleeping bag and were his Spiderman pajamas in the bag and oh my gosh, I was ready for Mrs. Coach to get here. Well, after Sam left poor TotTwo was stuck here with three girls who were playing dress-up and eyeing him like hungry wolverines after a lame gazelle. He was scared, I could tell. So I called Mrs. Coach and prayed the woman wouldn't mind me inviting my nephew to her son's birthday party. She's awesome because she said, "Bring him on over!" Mrs. Coach, you're my hero. He nearly did a cartwheel when I asked him if he wanted to go. Please, God, let them behave. They're both great apart, it's when you put them together that sometimes it gets hairy. Like last night when Sam called TotTwo a jerk on the bus so TotTwo called him an a*s. Good times.
All three girls have kept themselves occupied by dressing up in countless dress-up outfits and even clothes from their closet. Oy, I haven't even looked at the bedroom. There is no telling what condition that room is in right now. Right now they are eating pop-tarts and I am gearing them down for bed.
I've tried to keep the phone lines open all evening, but by golly I'm stressed so I'm blogging. I've got the cell phone right here so I can immediately call back anyone who tries to get through. This is where DSL would come in handy.
My father the RN said that the clinic overreacted by sticking her in a wheelchair and essentially scaring the crap out of all of us, that they were just covering their butts, but still it's scary. I could tell from Tater's tone of voice that she's scared. Our mom and dad have both had blood clots, Memaw had a leg removed due to poor circulation and had multiple blood clots throughout her life, and her father as well had them. Plus Mom's brother has had them. Pretty much, we're battin' a thousand in the circulation department . You'd think that two women with that kind of family history would be skinny. I guess we're gamblers. I'm not really making light of it, just trying to keep myself from chain smoking, thus adding to my risk of my own personal blood clot.
So now I have my MP3 player on - of course I have to listen to it through my durn Discman headphones, rather than the ultra cool ear buds because ya know I have deformed ears or something - trying to allow the sounds of John Lennon's "Imagine" and Billy Joel's "Just the Way You Are", Kanye's "Gold Digger" and Prince's "Cream" to keep my mind off of things. So far it's not working.
If you're a praying person, please send a few up for the Tater tonight. Pray for non-gooey blood and a speedy recovery.
Phreakin' Photoblog Phriday
Look at me, posting not only a half-nekkid post yesterday but also a PhPhPh post today as well! I'm on a roll. Of course, the laundry's piled up and the vacuum needs to be run and there's filing to be done and I should probably floss or something...
So today I bring you a random sampling from the vast number of photos taking up incredible amounts of space on my computer.
First off, your favorite diva and the jolly ol' dude himself -
I look way happier than any 32 year old woman should look when being photographed with Santa Claus. You gotta admit, he's adorable, but seriously I look like freaky insane happy. Yikes.
Next up, this is CBB and oh my gosh, he was PISSED OFF that he had just been set on Santa's lap -
If looks could kill, Santa, you'd be one dead elf.
I love this pictures of CLB! He tolerated being held by Santa, but you could tell that he wasn't all that overjoyed by the whole situation.
"I'm not gonna cry, I'm not gonna cry..."
This one is of my man on Christmas morning. If the purple Larry the Cable Guy pants weren't enough, he had to add work gloves and an orange sock hat to the ensemble. Gosh, he's so precious.
"And finally, the annual "Everyone pile on Grammy's couch and get a cheesy family picture taken!" pictures-
First, the Taters
Then, the Divas
Ahhhh, holiday memories.
So today I bring you a random sampling from the vast number of photos taking up incredible amounts of space on my computer.
First off, your favorite diva and the jolly ol' dude himself -
I look way happier than any 32 year old woman should look when being photographed with Santa Claus. You gotta admit, he's adorable, but seriously I look like freaky insane happy. Yikes.
Next up, this is CBB and oh my gosh, he was PISSED OFF that he had just been set on Santa's lap -
If looks could kill, Santa, you'd be one dead elf.
I love this pictures of CLB! He tolerated being held by Santa, but you could tell that he wasn't all that overjoyed by the whole situation.
"I'm not gonna cry, I'm not gonna cry..."
This one is of my man on Christmas morning. If the purple Larry the Cable Guy pants weren't enough, he had to add work gloves and an orange sock hat to the ensemble. Gosh, he's so precious.
"And finally, the annual "Everyone pile on Grammy's couch and get a cheesy family picture taken!" pictures-
First, the Taters
Then, the Divas
Ahhhh, holiday memories.
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Missing my holiday naps
CLB, who missed his MOMMAMOMMAMOMMAMOMMA all day yesterday, has been a dollbaby today. CBB walked right in this morning like he'd never spent a day away. CBG, on the other hand, seems to have me confused with Hitler, Martha Stewart or Satan himself because SHE HATES ME. I'm hoping that it'll just take one day to make her like me again, like it only took CLB one day to like me again. *sigh* She's precious and all, she just hates me. Too bad Abby went to school today - maybe she could've helped.
Last night I was in one of the worst moods I've been in in a long time. I'm guessing it's hormones, I have no other explanation. I went from July to December without a period and now I feel like I have MegaPMSExtreme or something. The hormones are raging a war the likes men have never seen, with battles staked out in my pituitary gland, ovaries and quite possibly my left big toe for all I know. For all you men, sorry about that TMI there. I'm venting, you know.
Anyway, back to the bad mood. Paul walked in from work, said something smartallecky and all that came out of my mouth in reply was, "I baked you some cookies today, jerkface." He stopped in his tracks, opened his mouth like he was going to say something, thought better of it and then quickly left the room. He's getting smarter, that man of mine. THANKFULLY he called me while the kids and I were at McDonald's (what a better way to top off a horrible mood but to eat McPoo for dinner) and said he was going to Men's Night with Bub. I really didn't want to spend the evening with him. I guess he won a boatload of money, too. Even better.
By the time the kids and I left McHell (Where we ate for .42 - thank you Papa Jim and Grandma Ginger for the Arch Cards) we drove directly to the dojo where I walked my son in, told Sensei to beat him, hang him up by his thumbnails or make him do 6 trillion pushups, I didn't really care. Sensei smiled and said, "Hmh. Ready for Christmas break to be over with?" Dryly I replied, "You have no idea. I'll pick him up in an hour. Maybe." And then Tater, the girls and I went to Wal*Mart. Oh yes, the evening just kept getting better and better. I had $2.95 in the checkbook and, just so you know, a half-gallon of milk costs $1.77. I didn't over draw the checkbook to buy milk. Whoohoo. Of course, that half gallon of milk is already gone and it's 2 in the afternoon.
After karate, Tater and the kids and I went to Papa's house because he had been bugging Mom to death that he wanted us to bring the kids over. He gave us adults each $20 and the kids each $5 for Christmas. Then he proceded to clean out his desk drawers and we came home with 3 flashlights and some keychains. I also checked the almanac while I was there to see when to wean because Jen doesn't believe that it works and while I was browsing, checked the weather forecast for January - "January 1-3: Snow." Yesterday's high was 73. After seeing Papa, we went next door to Mom's where I just pretty much yelled at the children a lot.
After that merriment the kids and I came home, I sent the two big ones straight to the shower and the little one to get her pj's on, stuffed about 5 chocolate chip cookies in my mouth, took a swig of strawberry wine and sat in the recliner, pouting and waiting until I could tuck the little darlings in for the night. They were in bed and asleep by 9:15. I watched Whose Line is it Anyway, which usually makes me laugh out luod. I didn't even crack a smile. I considered watching The 40-Year-Old Virgin, but figured it'd just make me mad, the mood I was in. I decided to check my email then, hoping to find something happy and delightful. I didn't find anything delightful, but I at least know where to look if I want to enlarge my p3n1s.
Mom called me while I was on the internet. The message on the Callwave was: "Kristin, this is your mother. Abby left her turquoise jacket at my house. Please do not beat her for this. Thank you."
I called her back and told her that Abby would indeed not get a beating, but only because she was already in bed. Lucky kid. Then Mom read me a poem called "When You Thought I Wan't Looking" and made me cry. Great stuff, this guilt.
So after that I took a shower and went to bed. I woke up briefly when Paul told me that Bub's van was overheating and he was taking him home and the next thing I know the alarm was going off at 6. Paul even slept on the couch, bless his heart. I think he was afraid I would dismember him if he rolled over the wrong way during the night. I probably would've.
I feel a little more emotionally stable today. Not a lot, but I at least don't feel like running to the barn, hiding in the boat, chain smoking and drinking myself blind.
Last night I was in one of the worst moods I've been in in a long time. I'm guessing it's hormones, I have no other explanation. I went from July to December without a period and now I feel like I have MegaPMSExtreme or something. The hormones are raging a war the likes men have never seen, with battles staked out in my pituitary gland, ovaries and quite possibly my left big toe for all I know. For all you men, sorry about that TMI there. I'm venting, you know.
Anyway, back to the bad mood. Paul walked in from work, said something smartallecky and all that came out of my mouth in reply was, "I baked you some cookies today, jerkface." He stopped in his tracks, opened his mouth like he was going to say something, thought better of it and then quickly left the room. He's getting smarter, that man of mine. THANKFULLY he called me while the kids and I were at McDonald's (what a better way to top off a horrible mood but to eat McPoo for dinner) and said he was going to Men's Night with Bub. I really didn't want to spend the evening with him. I guess he won a boatload of money, too. Even better.
By the time the kids and I left McHell (Where we ate for .42 - thank you Papa Jim and Grandma Ginger for the Arch Cards) we drove directly to the dojo where I walked my son in, told Sensei to beat him, hang him up by his thumbnails or make him do 6 trillion pushups, I didn't really care. Sensei smiled and said, "Hmh. Ready for Christmas break to be over with?" Dryly I replied, "You have no idea. I'll pick him up in an hour. Maybe." And then Tater, the girls and I went to Wal*Mart. Oh yes, the evening just kept getting better and better. I had $2.95 in the checkbook and, just so you know, a half-gallon of milk costs $1.77. I didn't over draw the checkbook to buy milk. Whoohoo. Of course, that half gallon of milk is already gone and it's 2 in the afternoon.
After karate, Tater and the kids and I went to Papa's house because he had been bugging Mom to death that he wanted us to bring the kids over. He gave us adults each $20 and the kids each $5 for Christmas. Then he proceded to clean out his desk drawers and we came home with 3 flashlights and some keychains. I also checked the almanac while I was there to see when to wean because Jen doesn't believe that it works and while I was browsing, checked the weather forecast for January - "January 1-3: Snow." Yesterday's high was 73. After seeing Papa, we went next door to Mom's where I just pretty much yelled at the children a lot.
After that merriment the kids and I came home, I sent the two big ones straight to the shower and the little one to get her pj's on, stuffed about 5 chocolate chip cookies in my mouth, took a swig of strawberry wine and sat in the recliner, pouting and waiting until I could tuck the little darlings in for the night. They were in bed and asleep by 9:15. I watched Whose Line is it Anyway, which usually makes me laugh out luod. I didn't even crack a smile. I considered watching The 40-Year-Old Virgin, but figured it'd just make me mad, the mood I was in. I decided to check my email then, hoping to find something happy and delightful. I didn't find anything delightful, but I at least know where to look if I want to enlarge my p3n1s.
Mom called me while I was on the internet. The message on the Callwave was: "Kristin, this is your mother. Abby left her turquoise jacket at my house. Please do not beat her for this. Thank you."
I called her back and told her that Abby would indeed not get a beating, but only because she was already in bed. Lucky kid. Then Mom read me a poem called "When You Thought I Wan't Looking" and made me cry. Great stuff, this guilt.
So after that I took a shower and went to bed. I woke up briefly when Paul told me that Bub's van was overheating and he was taking him home and the next thing I know the alarm was going off at 6. Paul even slept on the couch, bless his heart. I think he was afraid I would dismember him if he rolled over the wrong way during the night. I probably would've.
I feel a little more emotionally stable today. Not a lot, but I at least don't feel like running to the barn, hiding in the boat, chain smoking and drinking myself blind.
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Productivity
Productivity - there is none here today.
I picked up my kids from Tater's house around 8:30 and CLB never did fall asleep in the van. But he at least quit screaming for his MOMMAMOMMAMOMMAMOMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Ever since we walked in the door Abby has taken care of him. I guess I'm going to have to pay her for the day. He really wants nothing to do with me today since she's here. I tried to hold him awhile ago and he was leaning and grabbing and whining for her. So. I let her. Bad babysitter I am.
I made a double batch of chocolate chip cookies on New Year's Eve and they're already gone. I sent a whole bunch down to Tater's with the kids and man, Mr. Diva got upset that he only got 5 out of the whole mess. He's just going to have to be quicker. When you have three children and one Redneck Diva in the house with yummy homemade chocolate chip cookies you can't just expect them to be there when you might just happen just get a craving for sweets. Oh no, you must seize the opportunity and eat cookies like a ravenous wolverine in order to make sure you indeed get some. Or at least put some in a ziplock bag and hide them in your underwear drawer.
So today, even though this morning Mr. Diva turned on the hall light and turned the TV up really loud in order to thoroughly PISS ME OFF even though I could've slept another 30 minutes, I am going to make him some more cookies. Then I am going to have my mouth wired shut.
I picked up my kids from Tater's house around 8:30 and CLB never did fall asleep in the van. But he at least quit screaming for his MOMMAMOMMAMOMMAMOMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Ever since we walked in the door Abby has taken care of him. I guess I'm going to have to pay her for the day. He really wants nothing to do with me today since she's here. I tried to hold him awhile ago and he was leaning and grabbing and whining for her. So. I let her. Bad babysitter I am.
I made a double batch of chocolate chip cookies on New Year's Eve and they're already gone. I sent a whole bunch down to Tater's with the kids and man, Mr. Diva got upset that he only got 5 out of the whole mess. He's just going to have to be quicker. When you have three children and one Redneck Diva in the house with yummy homemade chocolate chip cookies you can't just expect them to be there when you might just happen just get a craving for sweets. Oh no, you must seize the opportunity and eat cookies like a ravenous wolverine in order to make sure you indeed get some. Or at least put some in a ziplock bag and hide them in your underwear drawer.
So today, even though this morning Mr. Diva turned on the hall light and turned the TV up really loud in order to thoroughly PISS ME OFF even though I could've slept another 30 minutes, I am going to make him some more cookies. Then I am going to have my mouth wired shut.
New year, lots more naps
If there was a lack of sleep goin' on in my life awhile back, well that problem has now been fixed. I have slept more over the course of the last week than should probably be allowable by law.
New Year's Eve I slept till 8 and woke up with a stuffy nose, sore throat and headache. I laid around and whined until DivaMom called and offered to take the Divettes to see The Chronicles of Narnia. She told me to nap, but since we had friends coming over that evening I instead spent the afternoon making cookies and enchiladas. Oh and Mr. Diva and I put up the wall mount thingy for the daycare room TV. We nearly divorced over it, but stayed strong considering it was the day before our anniversary. The Taters and a guy Mr. Diva works with and his girlfriend (the guy's girlfriend- not Mr. Diva's girlfriend) came over that evening and we ate and then watched The 40-Year Old Virgin and laughed until we cried. We crashed around 2:30. You know you're old when no one even attempts to count down the new year, no one gets up to open champagne, but instead everyone just stays on the couch or chair of their choice and mumbles, "Eh, Happy New Year everyone. Could someone turn up the sound? I can't hear the TV."
On New Year's Day I woke up around 7, fell back to sleep on the couch, slept till 11 even while the children ran amuck under my semi-conscious nose, ate some lunch, then dozed some more. Then Tater took my kids with her around 2 and I promptly fell back to sleep until nearly 5. I know!! I can't believe it either.
After all that napping I got up and showered, then Mr. Diva and I went out for our big anniversary celebration. Earlier in the day I had asked him what he wanted to do for our anniversary. He replied, "I dunno. What do you wanna do?" This drives me insane! Do not counter my query with a query, mister. Grrr. Anyway, after a check of the two wallets it was decided that McDonald's and dirt-road parking were about all we could afford. So we went to the casino.
Buffalo Run has a really nice restaurant and I suggested we use some of our gambling alottment to eat there. So instead, I had chicken strips and he had a cheeseburger in the snack bar in the back of the casino and allllllll the free soda I could drink. Yep. The romance is still there after 13 years.
At one point both of us were down to our last $20. I sat down to play RedBall and he went to a dollar slot machine. I could see him from where I was sitting, I couldn't read the numbers on the screen, but I could see how much that silly thing was ringing and turning red and just generally going crazy. He cashed out with $245. Now, if it had been me winning that $245 I would've promptly put said money in my purse because I owe the orthodontist $200 this month. But instead said money was pissed away with wild abandon and we walked out of the casino dead-ass broke.
Good times for the Divas who do not have a compulsive gambling problem. At least I don't.
We actually left the casino around 10 or so and came home to celebrate with what Mr. Diva thought was going to be Really Loud The Kids Are Out Of The House Sex. Except I am having a hormonal flux and pretty much feel like an asexual being right now so it was only moderately huffy and puffy with a lot of sighing and saying, "Are you done with that yet?" Hey, I can't help where the hormones take me.
I slept until Mr. Diva started farting and giggling the next morning, thinking he was all cute and stuff. So I grabbed my pillow and stomped up to the couch where - you guessed it - I fell back to sleep and woke up around 10:30. Oy vey, all the sleeping! He got up around 11:30 and we watched A Haunting on like Discovery or TLC or one of those channels and Celebrity Swag on VH1. Then he rode 4-wheelers with a friend and his friend's kids down in the creek bottom. I went to the mighty bison place to redeem my free $5 coupon, having no intention of spending it until Ladies' Night later on where I'd then have not ten, but a whole FIFTEEN DOLLARS in free play. It is scary the things that excite me sometimes. I found Mom and followed her around like a puppy for 2 hours, watching her play. I drank a lot of free soda and am swollen up like a poisoned pup today. But I had fun and we visited and laughed and cursed her stupid machine that was refusing to turn red like we felt it should've.
I came home from that mid-day casino spree and started cleaning the day care room that had been trashed over the course of two weeks. We had new Christmas toys that hadn't found a place yet, sleeping bags were still strewn about from New Year's Eve and there was still sawdust in the floor under the new TV mount. I vacuumed, dusted, moved, threw away, cleaned, organized and arranged until time to leave for Ladies' Night.
The Diva kids stayed another night at Tater's last night so it was a quiet morning around here until CLB and Chandler arrived. It's about time to either put CLB down in the playpen for a nap or stick him in the carseat and drive him down to Tater's to pick up the kids and pray he falls asleep. He's been gone for two weeks and has pretty much sat on my lap all morning crying and saying "Momma-momma-momma-mommamommamommamommamommaMOMMAMOMMAMOMMA" so I'm thinking this week is going to be one of transition and getting used to each other again. Jen, that should make you feel so good - today he hates me and wants you!
So now you have been caught up on the fabulous and always exciting lives of the Divas.
Oh! I almost forgot. I SO got hit on last night at the casino. That was freaking AWESOME.
New Year's Eve I slept till 8 and woke up with a stuffy nose, sore throat and headache. I laid around and whined until DivaMom called and offered to take the Divettes to see The Chronicles of Narnia. She told me to nap, but since we had friends coming over that evening I instead spent the afternoon making cookies and enchiladas. Oh and Mr. Diva and I put up the wall mount thingy for the daycare room TV. We nearly divorced over it, but stayed strong considering it was the day before our anniversary. The Taters and a guy Mr. Diva works with and his girlfriend (the guy's girlfriend- not Mr. Diva's girlfriend) came over that evening and we ate and then watched The 40-Year Old Virgin and laughed until we cried. We crashed around 2:30. You know you're old when no one even attempts to count down the new year, no one gets up to open champagne, but instead everyone just stays on the couch or chair of their choice and mumbles, "Eh, Happy New Year everyone. Could someone turn up the sound? I can't hear the TV."
On New Year's Day I woke up around 7, fell back to sleep on the couch, slept till 11 even while the children ran amuck under my semi-conscious nose, ate some lunch, then dozed some more. Then Tater took my kids with her around 2 and I promptly fell back to sleep until nearly 5. I know!! I can't believe it either.
After all that napping I got up and showered, then Mr. Diva and I went out for our big anniversary celebration. Earlier in the day I had asked him what he wanted to do for our anniversary. He replied, "I dunno. What do you wanna do?" This drives me insane! Do not counter my query with a query, mister. Grrr. Anyway, after a check of the two wallets it was decided that McDonald's and dirt-road parking were about all we could afford. So we went to the casino.
Buffalo Run has a really nice restaurant and I suggested we use some of our gambling alottment to eat there. So instead, I had chicken strips and he had a cheeseburger in the snack bar in the back of the casino and allllllll the free soda I could drink. Yep. The romance is still there after 13 years.
At one point both of us were down to our last $20. I sat down to play RedBall and he went to a dollar slot machine. I could see him from where I was sitting, I couldn't read the numbers on the screen, but I could see how much that silly thing was ringing and turning red and just generally going crazy. He cashed out with $245. Now, if it had been me winning that $245 I would've promptly put said money in my purse because I owe the orthodontist $200 this month. But instead said money was pissed away with wild abandon and we walked out of the casino dead-ass broke.
Good times for the Divas who do not have a compulsive gambling problem. At least I don't.
We actually left the casino around 10 or so and came home to celebrate with what Mr. Diva thought was going to be Really Loud The Kids Are Out Of The House Sex. Except I am having a hormonal flux and pretty much feel like an asexual being right now so it was only moderately huffy and puffy with a lot of sighing and saying, "Are you done with that yet?" Hey, I can't help where the hormones take me.
I slept until Mr. Diva started farting and giggling the next morning, thinking he was all cute and stuff. So I grabbed my pillow and stomped up to the couch where - you guessed it - I fell back to sleep and woke up around 10:30. Oy vey, all the sleeping! He got up around 11:30 and we watched A Haunting on like Discovery or TLC or one of those channels and Celebrity Swag on VH1. Then he rode 4-wheelers with a friend and his friend's kids down in the creek bottom. I went to the mighty bison place to redeem my free $5 coupon, having no intention of spending it until Ladies' Night later on where I'd then have not ten, but a whole FIFTEEN DOLLARS in free play. It is scary the things that excite me sometimes. I found Mom and followed her around like a puppy for 2 hours, watching her play. I drank a lot of free soda and am swollen up like a poisoned pup today. But I had fun and we visited and laughed and cursed her stupid machine that was refusing to turn red like we felt it should've.
I came home from that mid-day casino spree and started cleaning the day care room that had been trashed over the course of two weeks. We had new Christmas toys that hadn't found a place yet, sleeping bags were still strewn about from New Year's Eve and there was still sawdust in the floor under the new TV mount. I vacuumed, dusted, moved, threw away, cleaned, organized and arranged until time to leave for Ladies' Night.
The Diva kids stayed another night at Tater's last night so it was a quiet morning around here until CLB and Chandler arrived. It's about time to either put CLB down in the playpen for a nap or stick him in the carseat and drive him down to Tater's to pick up the kids and pray he falls asleep. He's been gone for two weeks and has pretty much sat on my lap all morning crying and saying "Momma-momma-momma-mommamommamommamommamommaMOMMAMOMMAMOMMA" so I'm thinking this week is going to be one of transition and getting used to each other again. Jen, that should make you feel so good - today he hates me and wants you!
So now you have been caught up on the fabulous and always exciting lives of the Divas.
Oh! I almost forgot. I SO got hit on last night at the casino. That was freaking AWESOME.
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