Yesterday Tater came over and watched my daycare kids for an hour while I took Sam's class some cookies for his birthday. When she was leaving she said, "I'll be by at 5:30 to pick up Sam for karate." What? I said, "Uhh, no...I was planning on taking him, like usual." She replied with her ususal retort of "eat a booger" and then said that she was taking him, no arguments, so hush. Okay by me!! That meant I didn't have to leave my house! PLUS she also said she'd take him to Wal*Mart to spend his birthday money. Score!! At a little after 5 she called and asked, "Is it too late to ask if your kids can spend the night tonight?" And I'd have replied, but I jumped up off the couch to go pack their bags and forgot to be polite.
My wonderful sister took my three children and her two children to karate AND Wal*Mart two days before Thanksgiving AND took them down the toy aisles! She is a saint, I swear.
So Paul and I went to Men's Night at the Buffalo and well, I didn't win anything because obviously I'm not a man and I'm thinking there are rules there or something. Oh, I take that back - I did almost jackpot on RedBall, but it was rather anticlimactic considering I actually DID jackpot on RedBall on Ladies' Night!!!!!! (Didja like that segway there? Pretty smooth, aren't I?) I walked out last night $40 in the hole, but walked out of there on Ladies' Night $100 to the good.
I slept till 9 this morning and woke up with a horrendous backache from TOO MUCH SLEEP. I've decided that for the sake of my poor old body, less sleep is oh so much better. If I sleep more than about 6 hours a night I wake up achy, I crackle and pop and wince with every step and it's just not worth it. 3 hours of sleep is too little and 8 is just too much. 6 seems to be a perfect number for me.
I was excited at the prospect of a day to myself and planned out all of the constructive things I was going to do - clean out a closet, decorate the house and get the trees ready for the kids to decorate, vacuum the floors, mop the kitchen, clean the bathroom....
Wanna know what I accomplished today? I did one load of laundry. I loaded the dishwasher and wiped down the kitchen cabinets. I read a few chapters in my new book. I watched my soap opera. I had an hour-long phone visit with Cousin Stacey, which I enjoyed immensely. (I miss her.) I took a 2 hour nap. That's it. I am such a slug.
Tater just called and asked if the kids could spend another night. I SO said yes, but I really can't sleep 8 hours tonight! I might slip into a coma and the EPA might possibly come and quarantine my house. I've just decided that maybe I'm just too used to performing household chores in the few precious moments I get while a nap is taken or Little Einsteins is playing on Disney. I wasn't quite sure how to tackle my tasks today considering there wasn't anyone to interrupt me and ask for a drink or if they could color or to tell me that someone else was poopy or wasn't sharing.
Paul wasn't really happy to drive in this evening to find me still in my Tinkerbell pajamas (They're just regular pajamas with Tink on them - they're not actually fashioned like Tink's outfit. That would just be wrong on a fat chick.) and the house still a wreck. But now that I've had more sleep in one 24-period than I usually do in 3 days I'm sure I'll drive him nuts by making him get down the Christmas decorations for me and running the vacuum while he's trying to watch COPS.
I doubt I blog tomorrow because again this year, I am the host for the Diva/Tater Thanksgiving Festival of Turkey. I'll be cooking and baking from the butt crack of dawn until I finally get the chance to rest my weary feet at 5:30 when the meal is served.
I love the holidays.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!!
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Monday, November 21, 2005
You'll know it's me by the perpetual spitup stain on my left shoulder
I think that's going to be the title of my book. It's long and wordy, but oh so me. We shall see. But hell, when in the world would I find time to write this book? There are so many babies in this house right now that my computer time during the day is just a memory.
CBG, Cute Baby Girl, started today and man, all I've gotta say is - I have GOT to get that child on our schedule! She's more of a cat napper, whereas all of my other kids are solid hour-and-a-half afternoon nappers with a 45 minute morning nap thrown in for the little ones. She just sleeps 10 minutes here, 15 minutes there, all day long. Her momma says that's pretty par for her, but I'm going to do my dangest to change that.
The day postively flew! But then, when you change approximately 8 diapers - four of them poopy - before 10 am and your day only started at 7:30, well, time does seem to fly. I have become a human jungle gym as well. At one point I had Kady hanging on my back, CLB sitting on one leg, entwining his slobbery little fingers in my hair, CBG sitting between my legs trying her best to chew on CLB's shoe and CBB dogpiled us all while Chandler watched and giggled. And I was having so much fun, that I just giggled, too.
Mr. Diva was off today. He stayed in the living room and played PS2 pretty much all day. Although, he did give CLB his naptime bottle and that helped me out SO much. When the two baby boys were down for their morning nap and the two big kids were engaged in a serious Leggo construction project, CBG decided to fight sleep with every ounce of strength in her little body. I was singing to her, rocking till I was nearly motion sick and praying that she'd wear herself out before I wore out. Mr. Diva came to the toyroom door, stood there a minute and finally said, "Uhh... if her head spins around and green pea soup comes flying out of her mouth I'm outta here." And by then I was seriously wondering if that very thing wouldn't happen. But then she finally fell asleep and I just rocked and rocked her and smelled her little baby hair and rubbed her little baby back and oohhhh that was nice. She's not as chubby as my CLB, but it was still nice to rock and smell her.
Tonight is Ladies' Night at the Buffalo and I'm actually going. I haven't been in over a month due to exhaustion and a cranky husband, but since the cranky husband went out there himself last night with my mother, he didn't bat an eye when I asked this morning. Then afterwards we're going to W*M and Mom's buying me a turkey. I remember the day when Mom would take me to Wal*Mart and buy me a toy. Then later in life she'd take me to Wal*Mart to buy feminine hygeine products. As of late when she takes me to Wal*Mart to buy me a treat it's laundry detergent or toilet paper. I'm not complaining, don't get me wrong. I just find it interesting how times have changed. From toys to toilet paper. I'm all grown up, it does seem.
Ooh I better change shirts before I head to the casino - that spitup stain I mentioned in the title wasn't a joke.
CBG, Cute Baby Girl, started today and man, all I've gotta say is - I have GOT to get that child on our schedule! She's more of a cat napper, whereas all of my other kids are solid hour-and-a-half afternoon nappers with a 45 minute morning nap thrown in for the little ones. She just sleeps 10 minutes here, 15 minutes there, all day long. Her momma says that's pretty par for her, but I'm going to do my dangest to change that.
The day postively flew! But then, when you change approximately 8 diapers - four of them poopy - before 10 am and your day only started at 7:30, well, time does seem to fly. I have become a human jungle gym as well. At one point I had Kady hanging on my back, CLB sitting on one leg, entwining his slobbery little fingers in my hair, CBG sitting between my legs trying her best to chew on CLB's shoe and CBB dogpiled us all while Chandler watched and giggled. And I was having so much fun, that I just giggled, too.
Mr. Diva was off today. He stayed in the living room and played PS2 pretty much all day. Although, he did give CLB his naptime bottle and that helped me out SO much. When the two baby boys were down for their morning nap and the two big kids were engaged in a serious Leggo construction project, CBG decided to fight sleep with every ounce of strength in her little body. I was singing to her, rocking till I was nearly motion sick and praying that she'd wear herself out before I wore out. Mr. Diva came to the toyroom door, stood there a minute and finally said, "Uhh... if her head spins around and green pea soup comes flying out of her mouth I'm outta here." And by then I was seriously wondering if that very thing wouldn't happen. But then she finally fell asleep and I just rocked and rocked her and smelled her little baby hair and rubbed her little baby back and oohhhh that was nice. She's not as chubby as my CLB, but it was still nice to rock and smell her.
Tonight is Ladies' Night at the Buffalo and I'm actually going. I haven't been in over a month due to exhaustion and a cranky husband, but since the cranky husband went out there himself last night with my mother, he didn't bat an eye when I asked this morning. Then afterwards we're going to W*M and Mom's buying me a turkey. I remember the day when Mom would take me to Wal*Mart and buy me a toy. Then later in life she'd take me to Wal*Mart to buy feminine hygeine products. As of late when she takes me to Wal*Mart to buy me a treat it's laundry detergent or toilet paper. I'm not complaining, don't get me wrong. I just find it interesting how times have changed. From toys to toilet paper. I'm all grown up, it does seem.
Ooh I better change shirts before I head to the casino - that spitup stain I mentioned in the title wasn't a joke.
Sunday, November 20, 2005
*cough cough*
I'm sick. Again.
Not death bed, make out yer will, Ma, get right with Jesus sick, but sick nonetheless. I've coughed until my head hurts and I feel like my head is full of Elmer's glue again. Tylenol Severe Cold and Sinus is now freely flowing through my system and I'll have about two nights of blissfull drug-induced sleep and then the insomnia will strike again. Since my Christmas shopping is done, maybe I can use those wee hours of the morning to wrap presents.
Yes, I said my Christmas shopping is done. We started shopping last night around 5:30 and I walked into my house at 3am this morning. And I just have to say that three hours in Toys R Us is just way too long. We were also in Wal*Mart long enough and late enough to hear the voice on the intercom frantically announce that guests had 15 minutes to get their liquor out of the store immediately. That prompted an interesting conversation between us and the associate checking us out. I guess the police up there have been known to sit outside the store just to catch people walking out after 1:30am with alcohol. Hmh.
We hit a heck of a sale at Toys R Us and well, let's just say that it looks like I am the grandmother of twin Cabbage Patch Kids named Emmalee and Haleigh, but my oldest daughter doesn't know it yet. My son will probably grow up to be a sniper (Hopefully for the good guys - like a SWAT team or something) because of the laser tag guns he's getting and my youngest child will end up with an eating disorder from all of the Barbies she will soon be in posession of. Man, Christmas is awesome. As usual, my mother picked out most of her presents and we're both okay with that. The woman has everything and it's just easier to let her pick out her own gifts. She acts really surprised for the sake of the kids, I gotta give her that.
The sleepover on Friday night really was fun. I was just so durn tired when I wrote the previous post, I didn't realize how much fun I had had.
Two of the boys, plus Sam, got off the bus here, Chandler was already here, Tater brought out Jen's boy and we picked up Mrs. Coach's son. On the way to Mrs.' house the boys pretended we were in a roller coaster and kept their hands in the air every time we went up or down a hill. There was much "ohhhhhhhhhhh"ing and yelling. Then the talk of flatulence began at dinner and Tater and I were rather entertained, if not disturbed, at their fascination with bodily functions.
Case in point: One little boy asked for a napkin. Another said, "Eh, I don't need no napkin - I just use my sleeve." (No, Mrs. Coach that one wasn't yours. It was mine.) Then my darling nephew pipes in with "Hey! We could use the napkins to wipe our butts!" And oh the laughing that caused. It was disgusting, not in the least bit funny, yet they all were holding their stomachs, doubled over laughing at it. Then as the laughter died down someone farted. (Yes, Mrs. Coach, that one was your child.) It began anew. The whole night was like that.
We took them to see Chicken Little and I really have to say that it went well. Surprisingly well. They were hopped up on chocolate and the sugar from the Sprite (at least there was no caffeine in the pop) and I was leary as to how it would go down, but I shouldn't have been worried. They made their mommas proud. The movie itself was rather intense. And while the mother didn't actually die in the movie, as per usual Disney movie tradition, the mother chicken was dead. And there was a lot of alien violence, tense moments and downright scary stuff. Chandler sat on my lap and shook through most of it. When it was over I asked Jen's son if he liked it. He threw his arms around me and said, "Those alien guys were SCARY!" And Chandler would've given it a thumbs down if he could've stopped shaking. Sam said it was good, but "a little scary for a cartoon." We'll own it because, personally, I laughed my butt off through the whole thing. I love it when animated films have things in them that kids don't get, but are highly amusing to adults.
After the movie we came back here to the house where Paul had a roaring fire going in the fireplace. Tater had gone with me to the show as backup, (My main concern was that someone would need to go the restroom during the movie and what would I have done then?) so she went off to the farmette and Paul and I settled in to put together the many Ninja Turtle vehicles that our son had become the proud owner of. (Ugh, that's the second time I've used a preposition to end a sentence in this post. I'm losin' it, people, losin' it.) By the time we finished all that I had to move to the kitchen because the living room was so hot I wanted to puke. The boys had army guys battling Ninja Turtles, there was a GameBoy tournament going on, PS2 was being fought over and a good time was generally had by all. Owen, one of the boys in Sam's class, couldn't get enough of my homemade chocolate cake and asked if he could take a piece home to his mom. (She called me last night while we were in Joplin to get the recipe.)
Finally by about 11:15 my eyes were crossing, Paul had to go to work and he had worked that day as well, the boys were starting to snip at each other and the farting just wasn't as funny anymore. By 11:45 the lights were out, there were six very tired little boys crashed all over my living room. All was quiet on the western front. Then I hear my nephew say, "Hey! Let's tell funny stories and see if someone snorts when they laugh!" I said, "Hey! Let's not! GO TO SLEEP!!" And they did. So did we. No one even moved until 7:30 the next morning.
From the time my tired feet hit the floor it was nonstop action. I made pancakes for everyone, oversaw the dressing and the finding of socks, rolling up of sleeping bags and the cleaning of the syrup off of everything. My plan was to leave my house at 10 to start taking everyone home. We made it out of the driveway at 10:07, so I wasn't too far off the mark. It took nearly an hour and a half to deposit three little boys at their respective houses. Tater met me and took hers and Jen's to town and Sam and I went back home. Tater also picked up our girls from the sleepover/sock hop that had taken place at Jen's house. At 12:40 the sitter arrived and by 1 Tater and I were flying down the driveway in a giddy kind of runaway excitement that only comes from the prospect of a night out with grownups.
Today I haven't done too much. Two loads of laundry, one load in the dishwasher, food put up in the pantry from the Angel Food Ministry thing we tried this month and several short naps while I was supposed to be watching one kid or another play PS2 or Gameboy. Abby said, "Gosh, Mom, you must be tired - you can't hold your eyes open for nothin'!" The snot started late this morning and the coughing started this evening. Kady is also hacking and barking and rattling to beat the band. I did manage to fix dinner because Paul was threatening divorce if he had to eat one more sandwich and well, I'm still in my pj's at 9:28pm.
There are only two workdays this week!!!
Tuesday I'm buying The Polar Express, Wednesday the trees are going up, Thursday we'll eat turkey and watch The Polar Express and Friday I think Paul and I are going to see Saw2. Yeah, "Happy Holidays, here' s a saw to cut your arm off with."
Dangit. Dang prepositions.
Not death bed, make out yer will, Ma, get right with Jesus sick, but sick nonetheless. I've coughed until my head hurts and I feel like my head is full of Elmer's glue again. Tylenol Severe Cold and Sinus is now freely flowing through my system and I'll have about two nights of blissfull drug-induced sleep and then the insomnia will strike again. Since my Christmas shopping is done, maybe I can use those wee hours of the morning to wrap presents.
Yes, I said my Christmas shopping is done. We started shopping last night around 5:30 and I walked into my house at 3am this morning. And I just have to say that three hours in Toys R Us is just way too long. We were also in Wal*Mart long enough and late enough to hear the voice on the intercom frantically announce that guests had 15 minutes to get their liquor out of the store immediately. That prompted an interesting conversation between us and the associate checking us out. I guess the police up there have been known to sit outside the store just to catch people walking out after 1:30am with alcohol. Hmh.
We hit a heck of a sale at Toys R Us and well, let's just say that it looks like I am the grandmother of twin Cabbage Patch Kids named Emmalee and Haleigh, but my oldest daughter doesn't know it yet. My son will probably grow up to be a sniper (Hopefully for the good guys - like a SWAT team or something) because of the laser tag guns he's getting and my youngest child will end up with an eating disorder from all of the Barbies she will soon be in posession of. Man, Christmas is awesome. As usual, my mother picked out most of her presents and we're both okay with that. The woman has everything and it's just easier to let her pick out her own gifts. She acts really surprised for the sake of the kids, I gotta give her that.
The sleepover on Friday night really was fun. I was just so durn tired when I wrote the previous post, I didn't realize how much fun I had had.
Two of the boys, plus Sam, got off the bus here, Chandler was already here, Tater brought out Jen's boy and we picked up Mrs. Coach's son. On the way to Mrs.' house the boys pretended we were in a roller coaster and kept their hands in the air every time we went up or down a hill. There was much "ohhhhhhhhhhh"ing and yelling. Then the talk of flatulence began at dinner and Tater and I were rather entertained, if not disturbed, at their fascination with bodily functions.
Case in point: One little boy asked for a napkin. Another said, "Eh, I don't need no napkin - I just use my sleeve." (No, Mrs. Coach that one wasn't yours. It was mine.) Then my darling nephew pipes in with "Hey! We could use the napkins to wipe our butts!" And oh the laughing that caused. It was disgusting, not in the least bit funny, yet they all were holding their stomachs, doubled over laughing at it. Then as the laughter died down someone farted. (Yes, Mrs. Coach, that one was your child.) It began anew. The whole night was like that.
We took them to see Chicken Little and I really have to say that it went well. Surprisingly well. They were hopped up on chocolate and the sugar from the Sprite (at least there was no caffeine in the pop) and I was leary as to how it would go down, but I shouldn't have been worried. They made their mommas proud. The movie itself was rather intense. And while the mother didn't actually die in the movie, as per usual Disney movie tradition, the mother chicken was dead. And there was a lot of alien violence, tense moments and downright scary stuff. Chandler sat on my lap and shook through most of it. When it was over I asked Jen's son if he liked it. He threw his arms around me and said, "Those alien guys were SCARY!" And Chandler would've given it a thumbs down if he could've stopped shaking. Sam said it was good, but "a little scary for a cartoon." We'll own it because, personally, I laughed my butt off through the whole thing. I love it when animated films have things in them that kids don't get, but are highly amusing to adults.
After the movie we came back here to the house where Paul had a roaring fire going in the fireplace. Tater had gone with me to the show as backup, (My main concern was that someone would need to go the restroom during the movie and what would I have done then?) so she went off to the farmette and Paul and I settled in to put together the many Ninja Turtle vehicles that our son had become the proud owner of. (Ugh, that's the second time I've used a preposition to end a sentence in this post. I'm losin' it, people, losin' it.) By the time we finished all that I had to move to the kitchen because the living room was so hot I wanted to puke. The boys had army guys battling Ninja Turtles, there was a GameBoy tournament going on, PS2 was being fought over and a good time was generally had by all. Owen, one of the boys in Sam's class, couldn't get enough of my homemade chocolate cake and asked if he could take a piece home to his mom. (She called me last night while we were in Joplin to get the recipe.)
Finally by about 11:15 my eyes were crossing, Paul had to go to work and he had worked that day as well, the boys were starting to snip at each other and the farting just wasn't as funny anymore. By 11:45 the lights were out, there were six very tired little boys crashed all over my living room. All was quiet on the western front. Then I hear my nephew say, "Hey! Let's tell funny stories and see if someone snorts when they laugh!" I said, "Hey! Let's not! GO TO SLEEP!!" And they did. So did we. No one even moved until 7:30 the next morning.
From the time my tired feet hit the floor it was nonstop action. I made pancakes for everyone, oversaw the dressing and the finding of socks, rolling up of sleeping bags and the cleaning of the syrup off of everything. My plan was to leave my house at 10 to start taking everyone home. We made it out of the driveway at 10:07, so I wasn't too far off the mark. It took nearly an hour and a half to deposit three little boys at their respective houses. Tater met me and took hers and Jen's to town and Sam and I went back home. Tater also picked up our girls from the sleepover/sock hop that had taken place at Jen's house. At 12:40 the sitter arrived and by 1 Tater and I were flying down the driveway in a giddy kind of runaway excitement that only comes from the prospect of a night out with grownups.
Today I haven't done too much. Two loads of laundry, one load in the dishwasher, food put up in the pantry from the Angel Food Ministry thing we tried this month and several short naps while I was supposed to be watching one kid or another play PS2 or Gameboy. Abby said, "Gosh, Mom, you must be tired - you can't hold your eyes open for nothin'!" The snot started late this morning and the coughing started this evening. Kady is also hacking and barking and rattling to beat the band. I did manage to fix dinner because Paul was threatening divorce if he had to eat one more sandwich and well, I'm still in my pj's at 9:28pm.
There are only two workdays this week!!!
Tuesday I'm buying The Polar Express, Wednesday the trees are going up, Thursday we'll eat turkey and watch The Polar Express and Friday I think Paul and I are going to see Saw2. Yeah, "Happy Holidays, here' s a saw to cut your arm off with."
Dangit. Dang prepositions.
Saturday, November 19, 2005
Who knew?
Up until last night I thought that could be no task more tiring than childbirth.
That was until I hosted a sleepover that included six little boys.
If only I could've had a shot of Stadol and an epidural.
I'll write more details when I recover.
That was until I hosted a sleepover that included six little boys.
If only I could've had a shot of Stadol and an epidural.
I'll write more details when I recover.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Whiney Wednesday
I haven't whined on a Wednesday in awhile, so I'll give it a go today. Now, Mr. Diva would probably disagree with that statement, because he says I whine all the time. And yeah, I've heard my voice on tape and I do kind of whine. A lot. Oh well, love me, love my whine.
*It's hot in this durn house now. It was in the 20's this morning when we got up and the fire had gone out during the night. Mr. Diva built one before he left and I've kept it going all day, but now I'm letting it fizzle because we're all miserable. Kady and CBB are stripped down shirtless and CBB also woke up from nap sweating. Last year we burned mulberry or something and it didn't burn hot at all. This year we're burning oak and it's about to run us out. Two years ago we burned oak as well and there were a lot of evenings we'd have the fire going and a window cracked.
*I have the beginnings of a headache. I really don't have time for it to work itself into a full-fledged one. Tonight we're having a big moving party for the Taters.
*Speaking of moving parties, have I mentioned that we're having one for the Taters tonight? I love them and I'm so happy for them, but dadgummit it's LOST night! AND it's a special extended episode about the people in the tail section of the plane!!
*I'm broke and payday's not till Friday.
*Mr. Diva is being a real butt about me and Tater going Christmas shopping Saturday. He doesn't want to watch the kids when he gets home. He won't be home from work till 7:30 and they go to bed at 8:30 on the weekends, so it's not like he'll have a lot to do with/for them. Plus, I'M the one paying for the sitter! I don't want to pay for one after he gets home, too. Grr.
*It's hot, dammit.
*There are cobwebs over my computer desk. I just looked up there when I was stretching my neck, trying to work out this headache. Iew. I got the ones in every other nook and cranny out here, but obviously forgot this section.
*My lips are chapped. (Can you bring me my chapstick? My lips hurt real bad!)
*The cats are out of catfood and when Abby asked her daddy to get her some last night he told her that if she wanted him to buy catfood she had to get rid of two cats. What a jerk! She came to me in tears this morning asking me if I knew of anyone who would want a cat and would take care of it. Grr.
*I have no clue what to get my son for his birthday. I gave my really good ideas to my mom.
*While I have made serious progress on the condition of my office these last two days, it's still a big ol' pit. I still need to file. I really hate to file.
*Discover's calling again. But guess what? I HAVE CALLER ID, SUCKAS!! Friday's payday, you dooderheads. You will just have to wait. You and the rural water district.
*I'm afraid that seeing Tater's new house all shiny and new and clean is going to make me want to push up our date to start our remodelling endeavors here. We really can't afford it now, but I have a feeling I'm going to get the itch. If anyone wants to know, I want casino gift certificates for Christmas. Maybe I can win us a remodel.
*The kids are fighting over the Leggos. We have approximately 40 katrillion of them, yet they all four want to play with the same 20.
Well, that's it. I'm whined out. I think I'll go chase some Motrin with the last mini Snickers bar left over from Halloween.
*It's hot in this durn house now. It was in the 20's this morning when we got up and the fire had gone out during the night. Mr. Diva built one before he left and I've kept it going all day, but now I'm letting it fizzle because we're all miserable. Kady and CBB are stripped down shirtless and CBB also woke up from nap sweating. Last year we burned mulberry or something and it didn't burn hot at all. This year we're burning oak and it's about to run us out. Two years ago we burned oak as well and there were a lot of evenings we'd have the fire going and a window cracked.
*I have the beginnings of a headache. I really don't have time for it to work itself into a full-fledged one. Tonight we're having a big moving party for the Taters.
*Speaking of moving parties, have I mentioned that we're having one for the Taters tonight? I love them and I'm so happy for them, but dadgummit it's LOST night! AND it's a special extended episode about the people in the tail section of the plane!!
*I'm broke and payday's not till Friday.
*Mr. Diva is being a real butt about me and Tater going Christmas shopping Saturday. He doesn't want to watch the kids when he gets home. He won't be home from work till 7:30 and they go to bed at 8:30 on the weekends, so it's not like he'll have a lot to do with/for them. Plus, I'M the one paying for the sitter! I don't want to pay for one after he gets home, too. Grr.
*It's hot, dammit.
*There are cobwebs over my computer desk. I just looked up there when I was stretching my neck, trying to work out this headache. Iew. I got the ones in every other nook and cranny out here, but obviously forgot this section.
*My lips are chapped. (Can you bring me my chapstick? My lips hurt real bad!)
*The cats are out of catfood and when Abby asked her daddy to get her some last night he told her that if she wanted him to buy catfood she had to get rid of two cats. What a jerk! She came to me in tears this morning asking me if I knew of anyone who would want a cat and would take care of it. Grr.
*I have no clue what to get my son for his birthday. I gave my really good ideas to my mom.
*While I have made serious progress on the condition of my office these last two days, it's still a big ol' pit. I still need to file. I really hate to file.
*Discover's calling again. But guess what? I HAVE CALLER ID, SUCKAS!! Friday's payday, you dooderheads. You will just have to wait. You and the rural water district.
*I'm afraid that seeing Tater's new house all shiny and new and clean is going to make me want to push up our date to start our remodelling endeavors here. We really can't afford it now, but I have a feeling I'm going to get the itch. If anyone wants to know, I want casino gift certificates for Christmas. Maybe I can win us a remodel.
*The kids are fighting over the Leggos. We have approximately 40 katrillion of them, yet they all four want to play with the same 20.
Well, that's it. I'm whined out. I think I'll go chase some Motrin with the last mini Snickers bar left over from Halloween.
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
The day winter came to Oklahoma
Actually, it would be more appropriate to say "the morning winter came to Oklahoma". When Tater got here at 7am the temp outside was 68. By 9:20, when the kids and I left for Lab School it was 50. At 11:30 when I picked the kids up from Lab School it was 45. When Sam and I went through town one way this evening it was about 40 and on the way out it was 37. It's supposed to get down to 26 tonight. 23 tomorrow night. Dadgum!!
Mr. Diva built me a fire at noon today when he and Tater came home from the farmette for lunch. Ooh I love a fire in the fireplace!! (As opposed to a fire coming from the wall behind my dryer. Those, I don't love so much.) The house is so toasty and it smells good. Kady's sure to have an asthma attack by morning. Gotta take the good with the bad I guess.
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The farmette is carpeted!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They were going to spend the night there tonight, but the wind is blowing somewhere around 900 mph and they didn't want to haul furniture in those conditions. But after they left Gentry's Kindergarten Feast, they took the kids to see the house for the first time. Mom said they were squealing, screaming and turning somesaults all over the place. She said the kids did, too.
I haven't seen it yet and I'm so anxious to! Tater and I are going to work really hard tomorrow to get the kids' rooms totally done by the time school's out tomorrow. Toyboxes, beds, the whole 9 yards.
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Last night was really rather stormy. And as I mentioned in a previous post, we now have Caller ID. In order for the Caller ID thing to work we had to buy new phones. These new phones are rather sensitive to lightning I guess because they rang ALL NIGHT LONG. Since we live out here in the boondocks, we don't have a tornado siren handy. The rule around here is: if the tornado sirens go off in either town Mom or Tater are to call us and warn us of the impending twister. Now, Mr. Diva and I are both rather fond of storms and well, frankly, they make us both sort of randy. So imagine if you will, (or don't, if that makes you uncomfortable) gettin' all kinds of in the mood to play paddyfingers, all five children are sleeping soundly throughout the house, the door is shut tight, thunder and lightning and wind are adding a certain ambience to the mood lighting in your bedroom and suddenly the phone rings. That very thing happened at 11:30 last night. I shot up out of that bed, grabbed my glasses and started pulling bedding off the bed in anticipation of throwing the children into the bathtub and throwing blankets and a mattress over them all. Turns out, lightning was just making our annoyingly senstive phone ring. Repeatedly. I didn't sleep well last night.
I'm going to bed. Sleep well with visions of my nekkid self pulling the sheets off my bed running through your head.
Yes, you are welcome.
Mr. Diva built me a fire at noon today when he and Tater came home from the farmette for lunch. Ooh I love a fire in the fireplace!! (As opposed to a fire coming from the wall behind my dryer. Those, I don't love so much.) The house is so toasty and it smells good. Kady's sure to have an asthma attack by morning. Gotta take the good with the bad I guess.
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The farmette is carpeted!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They were going to spend the night there tonight, but the wind is blowing somewhere around 900 mph and they didn't want to haul furniture in those conditions. But after they left Gentry's Kindergarten Feast, they took the kids to see the house for the first time. Mom said they were squealing, screaming and turning somesaults all over the place. She said the kids did, too.
I haven't seen it yet and I'm so anxious to! Tater and I are going to work really hard tomorrow to get the kids' rooms totally done by the time school's out tomorrow. Toyboxes, beds, the whole 9 yards.
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Last night was really rather stormy. And as I mentioned in a previous post, we now have Caller ID. In order for the Caller ID thing to work we had to buy new phones. These new phones are rather sensitive to lightning I guess because they rang ALL NIGHT LONG. Since we live out here in the boondocks, we don't have a tornado siren handy. The rule around here is: if the tornado sirens go off in either town Mom or Tater are to call us and warn us of the impending twister. Now, Mr. Diva and I are both rather fond of storms and well, frankly, they make us both sort of randy. So imagine if you will, (or don't, if that makes you uncomfortable) gettin' all kinds of in the mood to play paddyfingers, all five children are sleeping soundly throughout the house, the door is shut tight, thunder and lightning and wind are adding a certain ambience to the mood lighting in your bedroom and suddenly the phone rings. That very thing happened at 11:30 last night. I shot up out of that bed, grabbed my glasses and started pulling bedding off the bed in anticipation of throwing the children into the bathtub and throwing blankets and a mattress over them all. Turns out, lightning was just making our annoyingly senstive phone ring. Repeatedly. I didn't sleep well last night.
I'm going to bed. Sleep well with visions of my nekkid self pulling the sheets off my bed running through your head.
Yes, you are welcome.
Monday, November 14, 2005
Polka dots
Kady is watching Blue's Room and someone keeps saying "polka dot" over and over and over and over and over and over again. Yeesh. If I were a betting woman, I'd say that there is some critter on the show that is quite possibly polka dotted. But, I could be wrong.
Cute Baby Girl finished her week here at Diva Daycare last Friday, but she might be back. Oh, I hope she comes back. It was so much fun having a baby girl here. (Not that I don't love all my baby boys, because I really do, but ohmygosh all that pink!!! And the hair bows!!! I was in heaven.) Her regular sitter has jury duty every other week for the next month or so, so we knew there was the possibility of her being a return visitor, BUT the sitter is also considering just giving up the daycare thing altogether. So after checking with all of my parents to make sure they didn't have a problem with yet another little one being here and no one objected, I offered to keep her full time, forever and ever and always. Her mother was so happy she grabbed me and hugged me. Then her momma called me yesterday to tell me that the sitter is waffling (again) and might go ahead and keep her. Yeesh. I really hope I get her because Mr. Diva says that when I get one more kid here in diapers we get to pay for trash pickup!! WHOO HOO
I just spoke with Irish Divinity a bit ago and she's planning on bringing her baby to me in February, depending on when the little guy gets here. I can hardly wait for that!! A itty one!! Oh my gosh, I won't know what to do with myself. Jen is already planning on spending more time out here just so she can hold him.
Tater and I rearranged the toy room last week, today I made the final transition and now, Diva Daycare is confined to one room. The toyroom is now where we spend our entire day and I gotta say, there were two really happy little boys this morning. It's always been that the little ones and I stayed in the living room and the big ones could play wherever they wanted. But I finally got things organized and now everyone plays out here. CBB and CLB touched and tasted and squealed over every toy out here this morning. I fully expect there to be more squealing this afternoon as well. The cubbies are out here, the toys are out here, there's also a TV for our post-nap cartoons and we've got the inside scoop that Santa is bringing a VCR for the toyroom for special occasions, plus a wall mount for the whole shebang. And when it's time for lunch we move to the kitchen and then it's naptime and well, dadgummit, I just have this thing down pat. If you could see me right now, you'd see that I am SO patting myself on the back. Not that I'm trying to be arrogant or anything. It's just that I feel really centered right now, like I am really doing what I'm supposed to be doing and I have a purpose and I have control over my life and how it happens. My gosh, I'm happy.
The whole room transition was also due to the fact that I was worried about my Christmas trees. I put up two, ya know. And I know how curious those two little ones are. When Sam was a little over a year old, we caged our Christmas tree. Our neighbors had built a cage out of 2x4's and lattice work for their wood burning stove when their boy was little and it just fit perfectly around my Christmas tree. So we used it. We strung lights and garland on it and it was quite a conversation piece, I gotta say. So that was my plan this year - to cage the living room tree and just keep them away from the kitchen tree. But the cage that Bub and Sis built for their tree when their kids were little is stashed somewhere in the bowels of the many storage units they are occupying right now and I just can't afford the $50 it takes to build another one. So if I can't cage the tree, I'll just rearrange the house, lol. That's how important my Christmas trees are, dadgummit. I take my holiday decorating very seriously. And this year, Mr. Diva can gripe all he wants, but that dadgum deer head on the wall is wearing a red velvet ribbon as well.
Sam's having his first non-family birthday sleepover this Friday night. He's so excited that I'm either going to have to sedate or muzzle him before the week is over. He wanted to go play Lazer Tag, but that is really expensive. I told him that if he wanted to use the $100 that his Granny gives him to take his friends to play that was fine by me. But it would use up most of his money. He thought about it for oh . . . about 5 seconds and said, "Eh. Nahhhhh. I'd rather have toys. Will you just rent us some movies for the party?" He thinks so much like his father. But then after the bowling expedition on Saturday night he now wants me to take them bowling. I can handle 4 infants and 2 preschoolers for 10 hours a day, but taking 5 grade school boys to the bowling alley by myself for 2 hours just sounds like the worst kind of torture I could endure. I'm thinking pizza and some super hero movies and we'll call it good and say "Happy Birthday to Sam." Yes, his mother's a wimp, but eh, boys with wimpy mothers usually turn out alright. Don't they?
Tonight is the final night of preparation of the Farmette. Mr. Diva and Bub are going down when Bub gets off work to finish the trim in Addison's room and the last piece of sheetrock. Tater and I have to go shopping for the PTC's Santa's Workshop at 5:30 at Wal*Mart with the store manager and 5 other helpful mothers, then she and I will head down there to dust mop then wet mop all the floors and get things cleared away. DivaMom is playing the part of The Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe - but don't you ever tell her I said she was old - she's taking all five kids to Addison's dance class, God love 'er. I think we might actually get their house done this time.
Tater and I sat down this morning and planned the menu for Thanksgiving. I'm so durn excited I can hardly stand it!! Wednesday the trees go up, Thursday I'll cook and bake all day and then Friday I'll collapse.
I love the holidays.
Cute Baby Girl finished her week here at Diva Daycare last Friday, but she might be back. Oh, I hope she comes back. It was so much fun having a baby girl here. (Not that I don't love all my baby boys, because I really do, but ohmygosh all that pink!!! And the hair bows!!! I was in heaven.) Her regular sitter has jury duty every other week for the next month or so, so we knew there was the possibility of her being a return visitor, BUT the sitter is also considering just giving up the daycare thing altogether. So after checking with all of my parents to make sure they didn't have a problem with yet another little one being here and no one objected, I offered to keep her full time, forever and ever and always. Her mother was so happy she grabbed me and hugged me. Then her momma called me yesterday to tell me that the sitter is waffling (again) and might go ahead and keep her. Yeesh. I really hope I get her because Mr. Diva says that when I get one more kid here in diapers we get to pay for trash pickup!! WHOO HOO
I just spoke with Irish Divinity a bit ago and she's planning on bringing her baby to me in February, depending on when the little guy gets here. I can hardly wait for that!! A itty one!! Oh my gosh, I won't know what to do with myself. Jen is already planning on spending more time out here just so she can hold him.
Tater and I rearranged the toy room last week, today I made the final transition and now, Diva Daycare is confined to one room. The toyroom is now where we spend our entire day and I gotta say, there were two really happy little boys this morning. It's always been that the little ones and I stayed in the living room and the big ones could play wherever they wanted. But I finally got things organized and now everyone plays out here. CBB and CLB touched and tasted and squealed over every toy out here this morning. I fully expect there to be more squealing this afternoon as well. The cubbies are out here, the toys are out here, there's also a TV for our post-nap cartoons and we've got the inside scoop that Santa is bringing a VCR for the toyroom for special occasions, plus a wall mount for the whole shebang. And when it's time for lunch we move to the kitchen and then it's naptime and well, dadgummit, I just have this thing down pat. If you could see me right now, you'd see that I am SO patting myself on the back. Not that I'm trying to be arrogant or anything. It's just that I feel really centered right now, like I am really doing what I'm supposed to be doing and I have a purpose and I have control over my life and how it happens. My gosh, I'm happy.
The whole room transition was also due to the fact that I was worried about my Christmas trees. I put up two, ya know. And I know how curious those two little ones are. When Sam was a little over a year old, we caged our Christmas tree. Our neighbors had built a cage out of 2x4's and lattice work for their wood burning stove when their boy was little and it just fit perfectly around my Christmas tree. So we used it. We strung lights and garland on it and it was quite a conversation piece, I gotta say. So that was my plan this year - to cage the living room tree and just keep them away from the kitchen tree. But the cage that Bub and Sis built for their tree when their kids were little is stashed somewhere in the bowels of the many storage units they are occupying right now and I just can't afford the $50 it takes to build another one. So if I can't cage the tree, I'll just rearrange the house, lol. That's how important my Christmas trees are, dadgummit. I take my holiday decorating very seriously. And this year, Mr. Diva can gripe all he wants, but that dadgum deer head on the wall is wearing a red velvet ribbon as well.
Sam's having his first non-family birthday sleepover this Friday night. He's so excited that I'm either going to have to sedate or muzzle him before the week is over. He wanted to go play Lazer Tag, but that is really expensive. I told him that if he wanted to use the $100 that his Granny gives him to take his friends to play that was fine by me. But it would use up most of his money. He thought about it for oh . . . about 5 seconds and said, "Eh. Nahhhhh. I'd rather have toys. Will you just rent us some movies for the party?" He thinks so much like his father. But then after the bowling expedition on Saturday night he now wants me to take them bowling. I can handle 4 infants and 2 preschoolers for 10 hours a day, but taking 5 grade school boys to the bowling alley by myself for 2 hours just sounds like the worst kind of torture I could endure. I'm thinking pizza and some super hero movies and we'll call it good and say "Happy Birthday to Sam." Yes, his mother's a wimp, but eh, boys with wimpy mothers usually turn out alright. Don't they?
Tonight is the final night of preparation of the Farmette. Mr. Diva and Bub are going down when Bub gets off work to finish the trim in Addison's room and the last piece of sheetrock. Tater and I have to go shopping for the PTC's Santa's Workshop at 5:30 at Wal*Mart with the store manager and 5 other helpful mothers, then she and I will head down there to dust mop then wet mop all the floors and get things cleared away. DivaMom is playing the part of The Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe - but don't you ever tell her I said she was old - she's taking all five kids to Addison's dance class, God love 'er. I think we might actually get their house done this time.
Tater and I sat down this morning and planned the menu for Thanksgiving. I'm so durn excited I can hardly stand it!! Wednesday the trees go up, Thursday I'll cook and bake all day and then Friday I'll collapse.
I love the holidays.
Sunday, November 13, 2005
It hasn't been a good day for the little Diva
This evening, my son - the only male offspring I own, the most ornery little snot in the universe and one of the most curious children to ever exist - told his little sister that if she'd touch a lightbulb (a burning one) that he would, too. Well, she thinks her big brother is the bomb and well, if Bubby's going to do it, too, why the heck not? So Sam went first - touched the light bulb for probably half a second and pulled back. But Kady? I'm guessing the child laid her fingers on it until she felt the skin sizzle. I love her to pieces and she's really rather smart, but my gosh, child, WHERE was your common sense???? She now has two blistered fingers. I, of course, got onto Sam for telling his 3 year old sister to do something so foolish, especially when he KNOWS she adores him infinitely, but I also had to tell Kady that that really wasn't the brightest thing she's ever done.
THEN, tonight the whole crew was loading up to leave the farmette. I had sent my kids off to the van and TaterSis had sent hers off to her van. Kady was whining that she wanted to hug Grammy. I asked Ab to unbuckle her and help her out of the van, then I tapped on Mom's car window and was handing her a sack of leftover Halloween candy and said, "Hold on a minute, Kady wants a hug." The next thing I hear is screaming and I look back to find my youngest child lying on the ground next to the van. Abby was yelling and Kady was screaming and I couldn't even imagine how that had happened. I yelled at Abby, because she has a tendency to get very short-tempered with Kady when she's tired and put out and I figured Abby had gotten a little rough with her and accidently knocked her out of the van. But when I saw Kady not moving I couldn't have cared less how it happened, I just knew something was wrong. I ran toward her and so did everyone else. I scooped her up off the ground and Paul was, of course, saying "Eh, she's fine. Just a bump. She ain't hurt." Then she reached for Mom and Mom took her and we saw blood on her hand. Paul said, "She's cut her finger or something." Mom switched her around and in the light of the pole light, Sis caught sight of the side of the child's head and gasped, "Oh. My. Gosh." She was bleeding. Bad.
We all know head wounds bleed bad. It's pretty common knowledge. But seeing the side of your child's head covered in blood kind of well . . . it just plain FREAKS YOU OUT. Paul said, "Get her in the house. We need light." Mom started running with Kady and we all followed. Bub ran ahead and got the house unlocked and lights on, we all gathered in the foyer to pick through my daughter's hair like so many jungle monkeys looking for lice. After soaking paper towel after paper towel we still couldn't find a wound, but we definitely found some lovely purple knots. Bub was the one to finally think to wet a paper towel to clean the blood off her scalp, and it was then that we found the itty bitty puncture. Probably from a piece of gravel. It's deep but not very big, definitely not stitch-worthy. She had her face buried in Mom's shoulder the entire time and Mom was trying to talk to her about a special slumber party once we get the farmette done and I think she even offered to pay for her college education and promised her a new car, but don't quote me on that. All of the sudden Kady got quiet and then said, in a small, scared voice, "Momma? Can I just go to sleep?" Well, just imagine how quick I whipped my cell phone out and dialed the hospital.
Except, I didn't dial the hospital. I dialed Wal*Mart.
The second time, though, I dialed the hospital. And after speaking with the ER nurse and trying to wave away my husband who was in my other ear going "Aw hell, she's fine. It's just a small head wound. Why, of course they're going to want to see her, the money hungry ..." I got instructions to wake her every 2 hours for 4 hours and to watch for confusion, vomiting and just general goofiness.
Why, oh why, can't we just do something simple and normal and NOT dramatic?
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Now, here are some tidbits of information that I haven't had time to blog about lately.
*The Divas now have caller ID. And just in the nick of time - the Discover Card payment was due last Thursday.
* The Farmette is ALMOST DONE!! For real this time!! The laminate floor is down in the entryway, in front of the fireplace and in the dining room. Tuesday morning the carpet will be laid throughout the house and we will commence to moving them Tuesday evening. TaterSis is determined to stay there that night - even though it's supposed to rain and we may not be able to move any furniture. Guess we'll be loaning them some sleeping bags.
*The kids and I have gone to church two whole Sundays in a row. Back to the church I had issues with a year ago. I asked my friend, Trishia - she's my most Biblically wise friend - what do you do when you feel like God wants you to go somewhere that you really just don't want to go? She said, "My friend, I have but one thing to say to you - Jonah." And since my life is just insane enough that I might actually end up in the belly of a rather large fish, we got ourselves to church. So far, so good.
*Tater and I took the plexiglass off of the hornet closet this last week. There were probably 50 or so dead yellow jackets lying around the hole, but no buzzing and no moving ones. We doused the opening with more poison just for good measure and put everything back in the closet. Paul is off the next two days and he's going to put that foam sealer stuff in the crack to ease my mind.
*Sammy lost one of his top front teeth Friday night. (Pics coming soon.) And, God love him, he's buck-toothed as it is. Some kids are cute when they lose those teeth. Him, not so much. Oh, he's cute, but just not as cute as I thought he'd be. Plus, he's discovered how to hang that remaining tooth over his lower lip just enough to give him a certain hillbilly, Deliverance, banjo-playin', cousin-lovin' look. I can't wait for the other one to come out just so he doesn't look like some of Paul's back woods kin quite so much.
*Jen and her husband and kids and the Divas all went out for pizza and bowling Saturday night. My kids had never been bowling in their lives. Paul and I hadn't been bowling since we first started dating. My first time up I rolled a smooth strike. Of course, it was downhill from there, but still it was a good enough start for Jen to declare, "I'm so not playing with you if you're going to do that!" My final score was 59 - Sam and Dawson helped me the last two frames, so it wasn't ALL me! Paul kicked all of our adult butts with his 126. But Abby, the child who had never bowled before in her life, bowled a 127. I told her that if she wanted to go on the Pro Bowlers Tour and become a millionaire and take care of her mother in her old age, that'd be okay.
*Next Saturday I am starting and finishing my Christmas shopping. A bunch of us girls are going together and I told one of the girls today, "I plan on shopping my legs off, girl, so if you're not up to it you better drive your own car!" I want it DONE and over with! I feel like I'm pretty organized this year and I think that with a little planning I can probably even draw up a pretty efficient map and itinerary. I'm also taking the back seat out of the van.
*Night before last I had insomnia. I knew it was coming and fortunately I had a good book to read. I have had this awful sinusy/cold thing goin' on and I have been taking Nyquil at night and Tylenol Sinus or Cold or Sinus Cold or whatever during the day. I can take cold medicine for about three days with no problem, but after about three or so days it builds up in my system and I can't sleep. I just caught up on my infomercials that night. If you are considering a Little Giant Ladder System, Diva says thumbs up!
THEN, tonight the whole crew was loading up to leave the farmette. I had sent my kids off to the van and TaterSis had sent hers off to her van. Kady was whining that she wanted to hug Grammy. I asked Ab to unbuckle her and help her out of the van, then I tapped on Mom's car window and was handing her a sack of leftover Halloween candy and said, "Hold on a minute, Kady wants a hug." The next thing I hear is screaming and I look back to find my youngest child lying on the ground next to the van. Abby was yelling and Kady was screaming and I couldn't even imagine how that had happened. I yelled at Abby, because she has a tendency to get very short-tempered with Kady when she's tired and put out and I figured Abby had gotten a little rough with her and accidently knocked her out of the van. But when I saw Kady not moving I couldn't have cared less how it happened, I just knew something was wrong. I ran toward her and so did everyone else. I scooped her up off the ground and Paul was, of course, saying "Eh, she's fine. Just a bump. She ain't hurt." Then she reached for Mom and Mom took her and we saw blood on her hand. Paul said, "She's cut her finger or something." Mom switched her around and in the light of the pole light, Sis caught sight of the side of the child's head and gasped, "Oh. My. Gosh." She was bleeding. Bad.
We all know head wounds bleed bad. It's pretty common knowledge. But seeing the side of your child's head covered in blood kind of well . . . it just plain FREAKS YOU OUT. Paul said, "Get her in the house. We need light." Mom started running with Kady and we all followed. Bub ran ahead and got the house unlocked and lights on, we all gathered in the foyer to pick through my daughter's hair like so many jungle monkeys looking for lice. After soaking paper towel after paper towel we still couldn't find a wound, but we definitely found some lovely purple knots. Bub was the one to finally think to wet a paper towel to clean the blood off her scalp, and it was then that we found the itty bitty puncture. Probably from a piece of gravel. It's deep but not very big, definitely not stitch-worthy. She had her face buried in Mom's shoulder the entire time and Mom was trying to talk to her about a special slumber party once we get the farmette done and I think she even offered to pay for her college education and promised her a new car, but don't quote me on that. All of the sudden Kady got quiet and then said, in a small, scared voice, "Momma? Can I just go to sleep?" Well, just imagine how quick I whipped my cell phone out and dialed the hospital.
Except, I didn't dial the hospital. I dialed Wal*Mart.
The second time, though, I dialed the hospital. And after speaking with the ER nurse and trying to wave away my husband who was in my other ear going "Aw hell, she's fine. It's just a small head wound. Why, of course they're going to want to see her, the money hungry ..." I got instructions to wake her every 2 hours for 4 hours and to watch for confusion, vomiting and just general goofiness.
Why, oh why, can't we just do something simple and normal and NOT dramatic?
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Now, here are some tidbits of information that I haven't had time to blog about lately.
*The Divas now have caller ID. And just in the nick of time - the Discover Card payment was due last Thursday.
* The Farmette is ALMOST DONE!! For real this time!! The laminate floor is down in the entryway, in front of the fireplace and in the dining room. Tuesday morning the carpet will be laid throughout the house and we will commence to moving them Tuesday evening. TaterSis is determined to stay there that night - even though it's supposed to rain and we may not be able to move any furniture. Guess we'll be loaning them some sleeping bags.
*The kids and I have gone to church two whole Sundays in a row. Back to the church I had issues with a year ago. I asked my friend, Trishia - she's my most Biblically wise friend - what do you do when you feel like God wants you to go somewhere that you really just don't want to go? She said, "My friend, I have but one thing to say to you - Jonah." And since my life is just insane enough that I might actually end up in the belly of a rather large fish, we got ourselves to church. So far, so good.
*Tater and I took the plexiglass off of the hornet closet this last week. There were probably 50 or so dead yellow jackets lying around the hole, but no buzzing and no moving ones. We doused the opening with more poison just for good measure and put everything back in the closet. Paul is off the next two days and he's going to put that foam sealer stuff in the crack to ease my mind.
*Sammy lost one of his top front teeth Friday night. (Pics coming soon.) And, God love him, he's buck-toothed as it is. Some kids are cute when they lose those teeth. Him, not so much. Oh, he's cute, but just not as cute as I thought he'd be. Plus, he's discovered how to hang that remaining tooth over his lower lip just enough to give him a certain hillbilly, Deliverance, banjo-playin', cousin-lovin' look. I can't wait for the other one to come out just so he doesn't look like some of Paul's back woods kin quite so much.
*Jen and her husband and kids and the Divas all went out for pizza and bowling Saturday night. My kids had never been bowling in their lives. Paul and I hadn't been bowling since we first started dating. My first time up I rolled a smooth strike. Of course, it was downhill from there, but still it was a good enough start for Jen to declare, "I'm so not playing with you if you're going to do that!" My final score was 59 - Sam and Dawson helped me the last two frames, so it wasn't ALL me! Paul kicked all of our adult butts with his 126. But Abby, the child who had never bowled before in her life, bowled a 127. I told her that if she wanted to go on the Pro Bowlers Tour and become a millionaire and take care of her mother in her old age, that'd be okay.
*Next Saturday I am starting and finishing my Christmas shopping. A bunch of us girls are going together and I told one of the girls today, "I plan on shopping my legs off, girl, so if you're not up to it you better drive your own car!" I want it DONE and over with! I feel like I'm pretty organized this year and I think that with a little planning I can probably even draw up a pretty efficient map and itinerary. I'm also taking the back seat out of the van.
*Night before last I had insomnia. I knew it was coming and fortunately I had a good book to read. I have had this awful sinusy/cold thing goin' on and I have been taking Nyquil at night and Tylenol Sinus or Cold or Sinus Cold or whatever during the day. I can take cold medicine for about three days with no problem, but after about three or so days it builds up in my system and I can't sleep. I just caught up on my infomercials that night. If you are considering a Little Giant Ladder System, Diva says thumbs up!
Thursday, November 10, 2005
My daughter, myself
Kady's birthday is in December and Lab School is outnext week, so her teacher said she could bring a cake to school sometime before they let out and they'd celebrate early. Today I was up bright and early baking a big circle brownie for her to take. Cupcakes are usually the choice for preschoolers, but they like for you to bring a whole cake or big cookie or something, then the kids have to decide how to cut it so that everyone gets some. So after my durn brownie ran off the parchment because I poured too much on and my house smelled like burnt brownie (which isn't pleasant in the least) I ran in to get Kady dressed.
Awhile back I bought her a shirt at Old Navy that is pink and says "Future Diva". The child has more clothes than I have stretchmarks (and trust me I have a lot of stretchmarks) and she certainly didn't need another shirt, but my gosh, she is the child of Redneck Diva, so why shouldn't she have a Diva shirt? I mean really. So as we were standing in front of her closet, perusing the many choices before us I said, "Hey, why don't you wear your Diva shirt today?" She nodded enthusiastically and said, "Oh yes, Momma!" So I laid her little Wranglers and Diva shirt out with her socks and shoes. She flipped her shirt out flat on the bed, smoothed all the wrinkles out, arranged the sleeves out to the side and then leaned over the shirt, ran her index finger under the words as if she were reading, and said slowly, "Red...neck...Diva..."
Monday, November 07, 2005
Hark! I hear harking!
Ugh. Being sick sucks. And I only had a very, very mild case. Mild or not, it sucked rocks. Mr. Diva got it on Saturday, too. We both were pretty pitiful parents. Thank God our children are well-behaved and resourceful.
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Friday night Jen, TaterSis and I went out for awhile. We didn't pick Jen up until after 8:30, so pretty much seeing a movie was out. We started the evening with a gourmet dinner at Long John Silver's, where the manager guy (Who TaterSis and I thought was mighty adorable) asked Jennifer if she ever considered dating. Her reply: "I don't think my husband would appreciate that." LOL We giggled hyterically throughout the meal, although Jennifer was way perplexed as to why I never order fish at the fish place. I don't like fish. But LJS chicken rocks the boat.
After dinner, where else do three moms go? WAL*MART, of course. We are so sad. The original purpose of the mission was to find the CD that contained the song "I Want You to Want Me", but alas we didn't know who sang it or anything. We asked a young associate and he said, "I uh...don't know much about....uh....classic rock." Punk. We stood around in the music aisle awhile, checking out the new Casting Crowns CD, Christmas Karaoke, Boston, Blake Shelton and various other CD's we couldn't afford. Actually we could've afforded them, but then we'd have had no money with which to gamble. And of course, it's after Halloween so W*M is clearin' out the Halloween stuff to make way for Christmas. 75% off of everything ghoulie, ghosty and creepy. Tater bought a SuperMan costume for $3 and some party favors for next year's school parties, but the bargain of the night was the .44 a can Silly String that Jennifer bought a lot of.
Now, I'm a rebel in some ways, but for the most part I'm a rule-follower. So when Jen said she wanted to spray silly string on a bunch of kids riding their bikes on the street I said flat out, NO. So she and Tater were bored that I wouldn't let them vandalize around town and started vandalizing each other. We pulled into Buffalo Run with silly string blowing in the wind off the antenna of my van, my windshield wipers, Tater's purse, Jen's hair . . . yeah, they had fun. We gambled until the wee hours of the morning and finally we were out of money. Then the suggestion was made that we go to the Witch's Grave. I really wanted to see the Witch's Grave, but 1) I knew we needed to get home to relieve DivaMom of her babysitting duties since she had to work the next morning and 2) I knew Jennifer had bought a cheesecake and it was probably getting really lonely sitting in her refrigerator. So I suggested we just get the cheesecake and drive around while we ate it. Okay by them.
Jennifer emerged from her house at 2am with a cheesecake in one hand and three plastic forks in the other. We had a serious case of the giggles at that point and no one could successfully eat that durn cheesecake with the forks so she just broke us off hunks of it and we chowed down that way. We were driving in a residential part of town and the streets were fairly deserted. Jennifer asked if she could please spray silly string on a stopsign and I relented. It was the cheesecake talking, I'm sure of it. I was obviously high. So she tried to spray, but the nozzled clogged. She yelled, "I'm clogged!! I'm clogged!!" I busted out laughing, but Tater came to the rescue and said, "Here, hold the cheesecake and I'll fix your nozzle." The exchange made, I continued driving and suddenly Jennifer busted out in a loud fit of guffaws, giggles, peals of laughter and she couldn't catch her breath. She was so tickled that I got tickled and so we were both laughing like loons in the front seat. Tater couldn't figure out what was so dang funny and started giggling herself when finally, after driving two blocks past where she started her fit of laughter, Jennifer busts out, "The . . . cheesecake!! The cheesecake!! I . . . dropped . . . the . . . cheesecake!!! It's GONE!" I hit the brakes and said, between giggles, "YOU WHAT??????" She was slid down in her seat, tears streaming down her face, trying to catch her breath and she finally got out, "The cheesecake flew out the window!!" I wheeled back around the block and sure enough, there was our precious quarter-eaten cheesecake sitting in the middle of the road. Tater said, "Gimme a fork, we ain't wastin' that cheesecake!" Well, she was obviously high from the cheesecake, too, because Tater is a germ phobe. But that statement sent us all into another fit of uncontrollable laughter. I'm surprised we weren't arrested for public drunkenness.
We drove back across town, cheesecake-less, dropped Jennifer off and headed back to my house. We walked in the door at 3:15, where DivaMom greeted us with, "You'd no sooner made it to the highway that she started barfing." Poor Kady. She got the bug. I said, "WHY didn't you call me!?!?" Mom said, "You girls needed a night out. Kristin, you have had a really shitty couple of weeks. Heather, you are homeless. And Jennifer was just too excited for you to cancel on her. I have handled puking children before. Now. Did you have fun?" So while I sat in my big chair and rocked my feverish, puking child, we related the story of the flying cheesecake and erupted into giggles again, although a bit quieter so as not to wake up the entire house. Mr. Diva sat in his recliner and just shook his head at us. I bet there's never been a guys night out that he's been on that has included flying cheesecake. Or silly string, for that matter.
I kept Tater's kids at my house for the night because Saturday was Dump Day and it's easier to dump without kids. But alas, I woke up sick and blechy. I pretty much laid on the couch in a state of semi-consciousness until Tater came out to get her kids. She offered to take my non-sick children as well, but Mr. Diva wanted them to stay at home. Bet that when he started puking a few hours later he was wishing that he'd have let them go.
But by about 9pm Saturday I felt much better and ate four dill pickles. I must've been sodium deficient or something because those pickles sounded so good I couldn't have resisted if I'd tried. And they tasted like manna from heaven. Sunday morning the kids and I went to church then spent the rest of the afternoon at the Farmette.
Today Tater and an extra baby, we'll call her CBG (Cute Baby Girl), are staying with us. They'll be here all week. CBG's sitter got called for jury duty and Tater is the backup sitter. 'Cept she's still homeless, ya know. So right now, I am sitting at my computer blogging while my sister dusts my living room. Part of me feels kind of guilty, but the other part of me is like "YES! I HATE to dust!" We're going to rearrange the toyroom during naptime.
Oh, the exciting life we lead.
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Friday night Jen, TaterSis and I went out for awhile. We didn't pick Jen up until after 8:30, so pretty much seeing a movie was out. We started the evening with a gourmet dinner at Long John Silver's, where the manager guy (Who TaterSis and I thought was mighty adorable) asked Jennifer if she ever considered dating. Her reply: "I don't think my husband would appreciate that." LOL We giggled hyterically throughout the meal, although Jennifer was way perplexed as to why I never order fish at the fish place. I don't like fish. But LJS chicken rocks the boat.
After dinner, where else do three moms go? WAL*MART, of course. We are so sad. The original purpose of the mission was to find the CD that contained the song "I Want You to Want Me", but alas we didn't know who sang it or anything. We asked a young associate and he said, "I uh...don't know much about....uh....classic rock." Punk. We stood around in the music aisle awhile, checking out the new Casting Crowns CD, Christmas Karaoke, Boston, Blake Shelton and various other CD's we couldn't afford. Actually we could've afforded them, but then we'd have had no money with which to gamble. And of course, it's after Halloween so W*M is clearin' out the Halloween stuff to make way for Christmas. 75% off of everything ghoulie, ghosty and creepy. Tater bought a SuperMan costume for $3 and some party favors for next year's school parties, but the bargain of the night was the .44 a can Silly String that Jennifer bought a lot of.
Now, I'm a rebel in some ways, but for the most part I'm a rule-follower. So when Jen said she wanted to spray silly string on a bunch of kids riding their bikes on the street I said flat out, NO. So she and Tater were bored that I wouldn't let them vandalize around town and started vandalizing each other. We pulled into Buffalo Run with silly string blowing in the wind off the antenna of my van, my windshield wipers, Tater's purse, Jen's hair . . . yeah, they had fun. We gambled until the wee hours of the morning and finally we were out of money. Then the suggestion was made that we go to the Witch's Grave. I really wanted to see the Witch's Grave, but 1) I knew we needed to get home to relieve DivaMom of her babysitting duties since she had to work the next morning and 2) I knew Jennifer had bought a cheesecake and it was probably getting really lonely sitting in her refrigerator. So I suggested we just get the cheesecake and drive around while we ate it. Okay by them.
Jennifer emerged from her house at 2am with a cheesecake in one hand and three plastic forks in the other. We had a serious case of the giggles at that point and no one could successfully eat that durn cheesecake with the forks so she just broke us off hunks of it and we chowed down that way. We were driving in a residential part of town and the streets were fairly deserted. Jennifer asked if she could please spray silly string on a stopsign and I relented. It was the cheesecake talking, I'm sure of it. I was obviously high. So she tried to spray, but the nozzled clogged. She yelled, "I'm clogged!! I'm clogged!!" I busted out laughing, but Tater came to the rescue and said, "Here, hold the cheesecake and I'll fix your nozzle." The exchange made, I continued driving and suddenly Jennifer busted out in a loud fit of guffaws, giggles, peals of laughter and she couldn't catch her breath. She was so tickled that I got tickled and so we were both laughing like loons in the front seat. Tater couldn't figure out what was so dang funny and started giggling herself when finally, after driving two blocks past where she started her fit of laughter, Jennifer busts out, "The . . . cheesecake!! The cheesecake!! I . . . dropped . . . the . . . cheesecake!!! It's GONE!" I hit the brakes and said, between giggles, "YOU WHAT??????" She was slid down in her seat, tears streaming down her face, trying to catch her breath and she finally got out, "The cheesecake flew out the window!!" I wheeled back around the block and sure enough, there was our precious quarter-eaten cheesecake sitting in the middle of the road. Tater said, "Gimme a fork, we ain't wastin' that cheesecake!" Well, she was obviously high from the cheesecake, too, because Tater is a germ phobe. But that statement sent us all into another fit of uncontrollable laughter. I'm surprised we weren't arrested for public drunkenness.
We drove back across town, cheesecake-less, dropped Jennifer off and headed back to my house. We walked in the door at 3:15, where DivaMom greeted us with, "You'd no sooner made it to the highway that she started barfing." Poor Kady. She got the bug. I said, "WHY didn't you call me!?!?" Mom said, "You girls needed a night out. Kristin, you have had a really shitty couple of weeks. Heather, you are homeless. And Jennifer was just too excited for you to cancel on her. I have handled puking children before. Now. Did you have fun?" So while I sat in my big chair and rocked my feverish, puking child, we related the story of the flying cheesecake and erupted into giggles again, although a bit quieter so as not to wake up the entire house. Mr. Diva sat in his recliner and just shook his head at us. I bet there's never been a guys night out that he's been on that has included flying cheesecake. Or silly string, for that matter.
I kept Tater's kids at my house for the night because Saturday was Dump Day and it's easier to dump without kids. But alas, I woke up sick and blechy. I pretty much laid on the couch in a state of semi-consciousness until Tater came out to get her kids. She offered to take my non-sick children as well, but Mr. Diva wanted them to stay at home. Bet that when he started puking a few hours later he was wishing that he'd have let them go.
But by about 9pm Saturday I felt much better and ate four dill pickles. I must've been sodium deficient or something because those pickles sounded so good I couldn't have resisted if I'd tried. And they tasted like manna from heaven. Sunday morning the kids and I went to church then spent the rest of the afternoon at the Farmette.
Today Tater and an extra baby, we'll call her CBG (Cute Baby Girl), are staying with us. They'll be here all week. CBG's sitter got called for jury duty and Tater is the backup sitter. 'Cept she's still homeless, ya know. So right now, I am sitting at my computer blogging while my sister dusts my living room. Part of me feels kind of guilty, but the other part of me is like "YES! I HATE to dust!" We're going to rearrange the toyroom during naptime.
Oh, the exciting life we lead.
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