Saturday, June 30

YAHOO !

Lets celebrate!

My days of running in two separate circles with the kids is OFFICIALLY over !
They will both be in the same school next year, and my trips to games, practices and tournaments is ly OVER!

It closed last night, with my youngest daughters softball tourney. They were runners up in the league - and had a really great year. She is by far, the most physically powerful of my two, and has the desire to do well. My other daughter just seems to be in the right place at the right time. One of those "lucky kids" that doesn't have to try very hard to have it work out well for her.

Now we are off to the lake. Have to enjoy some of this summer while it's still here.

Monday, June 25

ok - so I am a lazy blogger.

I'm a busy person. If you want to know whats going on, either call me, or wait right here till I show up.


Lots of things going on here lately. The girls have been trying unsuccesfully for 5 days to get me to take them to their favorite swimming spot, and something always comes up. My last day off, it rained incessantly, and we had made plans for tomorrow to go, THEN I went upstairs and discovered what was supposed to be two bedrooms, but looked more like Beirut.

Sooooooooo - no swimming tomorrow. That should really piss them off, as it is supposed to be 85 degrees and sunny. What really stinks, is it also takes away from my tanning time. BBOOOO!

It's a pain to be a parent. Especially when you don't out age your kids by very much. It is hard for me to be a good disciplinarian when even I don't want to keep my room clean, sweep the floor, or wash dishes.
I said I don't like to - not that I don't.

I remember too well just how bad it stunk to have my mom go to work, and leave me chores to do, when it was my summer vacation. I had boys to talk to on the phone, and bike rides to take - I was much too busy to bother with helping her out. Too bad she never went psycho on me like I do the girls, she would have had an easier time! ....maybe. I can't be sure.....

Soooo - it is now 10:19 pm, and the two of them are busily cleaning away. I fully expect them to come to me tomorrow morning and beg to go - with clean rooms. I haven't decided if I will stick to my
"HELL NO" we won't go, or if I will give on and go get a Coppertone fix.
Maybe a really good lesson, would be for me to go alone, leave them here to clean and do other things while I go, alone.

Now, I am thinking.

Thursday, June 21

Crap.

Where have I been the past few days, you ask?
IN THE BARN

I have 2 children who I gave birth to, and they take turns driving me crazy, and providing me with great joy. That is supposed to happen, and I expect it.

HOWEVER -
Out in my barn, and nearby at our best friends house I have 35 other kids with 4 hooves and lots of wool.
They don't tax me daily, like my own offspring, they instead choose to gang up on me and have major emergencies only hours apart.

Wednesday, I nearly killed them all and myself just to ease the pain.
It began at 4:50 am with a 911 call to me about a lamb "not breathing right"
absence of breathing was a more correct assesment. I arrive in all my bed-head glory and smelly pits
(who is up and takes a shower before 5am?)
to find an animal in dire need of help. Therin lies my quandry. I HAVE to care for this little weak, slightly breathing thing, and I must also arrive for work in a few short hours. How the two will ever meld together, I am unsure.

I know that I have missed my calling. There wasn't a question about what I should do. Nothing else mattered at that point. I was totally gut driven.
Well, almost 90 miles, and 4 hours later, the lamb was on the way to mend, and I was miserably late to work. Thanks to a DIVA that I work with, and that also has animal tendencies, I was granted a huge pardon, and given the remainder of the day off. I spent the rest of the day in the barn, tending to my animals and keeping a close eye on that little ewe.

I also decided to shear some of our lambs. As long as I was out there, I may as well be busy. I love to shear them, but the little suckers (some are over 120 pounds) like to give me a work out that makes me feel 80 years old in the morning. So I awoke this morning with some sore muscles, knowing that I only got through half of them.

I also found out that I have to say goodbye to a good friend of mine that has lived with me, through my trials of learing how to care for sheep. She was one of the first 4 lambs we brought home to begin our flock. She didn't fuss when I sheared her too close and nearly skinned her, nor did she complain when it was time for her to lamb, and I didn't come to check on her till morning. She learned quickly that I am not real good at reading label directions when it comes time to worm her, and I gave her the dose for 5 ewes, instead of the correct one for her size. She also figured out that I could be a pretty cool human, providing treats and scratches to the special ewe who was my friend. She was the one I called "my dog"

I wonder if she also heard me argue and cry for her when the husband decided that she was old enough to move on. If she did, I am sure that she was elated when I threatened to move out too, and go wherever she went, because she would have a home here with me for as long as she lived as far as I was concerned. In the end, we both got to stay.

So today, when I saw her, not at all well, and having a very poor quality of life I decided then and there that I could not let her go on like this any more. This weekend will be the last I have with her.

The tears only remind me that animals can, and will always be special creatures that touch my life and make it a better place. I love you Ruth, for all that you have unselfishly given me, and the lessons we learned together. Your place in my heart will never be filled.

Tuesday, June 19

Welcome to GRAND CENTRAL STATION

Please check your sanity at the door.

Today was my day off (this will become pertinent info later, so remember that)

In celebration of my day off, we were up and in the barn by 6am to work with our 4-H lambs. I then had to
shuttle the girls to Basketball camp at the high school by 10am and pick them back up by 12. Then, since the animals were starving, and the humans only had pickles left in the refrigerator, I had to make a feed run. That brought me home at 2pm.

I had two softball games to attend to tonight, the first daughter had to be back at the school at 4pm to catch the bus, and the second one's game didn't begin until 6.

I put almost 80 miles on the ass today, just running.

Hubby had to work.

Once I returned home at 9pm, after unloading 400 pounds of feed into the barn, and doing night chores,
THERE he sits in his chair WONDERING what I had planned on making him for SUPPER!

AAAK...

there are days I wish I just had MYSELF to worry about.


Man -
This really stinks.

I have become a blog addict. I read and read and REEAD blogs.

Most of the time I am disappointed that other peoples lives are just as mundane and anticlimactic as mine. Sometimes, however, I get surprised, and find that one person out there who has a weird skew on life, and is interesting.

My biggest disappointment is that I have NO idea how to make ANY graphic of my own. I am clueless.
I would like to learn, but I have NO idea where to even begin. I doubt that my dinosaur (PC) would even have the memory to hold a program if I could find one I could understand.
I KNOW I NEED TO UPGRADE - but that means $$. And I will be danged if I have any to spare right now.

Another kick in the teeth today, was the nice, apologetic letter from homestead.com telling me politely that they are changing their webpage hosting methods. From now on, they would like me to pay each month for my webpage, or be drop-kicked to their cheap ass category, where all the fonts, and backgrounds will be lame. (but of no charge) Well thanks a whole hell of a lot.

AAAK - isn't anything FREE anymore?


How can I be frugal, and trendsetting at the same time?
It's such a big job.

Saturday, June 16

Wow !

Had a really great AND a really bad time in one day.
Go figure.
At least the really great time came AFTER the really bad one.

Yesterday I went to a funeral service for a 20 year old son of some friends of ours.
They weren't best friends, close friends or even good friends, but they have a son that is my daughters age, and she knows him well. The circumstances were a tad freaky surrounding his death - a rope that the boys were swinging in in a barn snapped, sending him 25 feet to the concrete floor with several skull fractures. His parents are missionaries in South Africa, and they had to fly some 20+ hours home to disconnect the life support.
He was living here, to finish his college education.

I sat there during the funeral wondering how his parents were digesting all of this. I couldn't help but feel for all the unfinished business. All the work, and tears and joy that had gone into his life in the mere 20 years he was here - to have it end this way. If you believe - Jesus says "Trust Me" I think I would have a very hard time processing all the "Why's" in that scenario.

I had a super chat with my 13 year old over this. We talked about how every choice a person makes is important, and could lead to great things, or devastating ones, and trying to figure out ahead of time how to skirt the latter. I shared with her my fears for her, and her upcoming teenage revolution where she will be a party to riding with other kids, going on dates, trips, etc. I hope she got the drift. But I am a mom - through and through, and it's hard not to come across like a sniveling worry-wart.
I know the minute my mom started in on some rave like that my mind was a million miles away.

ON TO THE GREAT PART....

We invited our best friends out to a surprise birthday party with us. My MOM had set up a party for her
boyfriend at the Legion in a neighboring town to start at 7pm. We intentionally went out to eat, and dropped in later - just to miss the ooooo laa laa part of the whole thing.

I think we all had a good time, it was totally hilarious to sit around and watch all the "old people" boogie.
It scared me out of my wits. If this is what I have to look forward to - smoky bars, too much liquor of your choice and karoke when I get to be 50 something -
"LORD, TAKE ME NOW"

well, at least let me go shave my legs first.
I drank too much, sang a little and by the by, made a fool of myself. But I was due.
Maybe tonight will be as much fun...

Wow !

Had a really great AND a really bad time in one day.
Go figure.
At least the really great time came AFTER the really bad one.

Yesterday I went to a funeral service for a 20 year old son of some friends of ours.
They weren't best friends, close friends or even good friends, but they have a son that is my daughters age, and she knows him well. The circumstances were a tad freaky surrounding his death - a rope that the boys were swinging in in a barn snapped, sending him 25 feet to the concrete floor with several skull fractures. His parents are missionaries in South Africa, and they had to fly some 20+ hours home to disconnect the life support.
He was living here, to finish his college education.

I sat there during the funeral wondering how his parents were digesting all of this. I couldn't help but feel for all the unfinished business. All the work, and tears and joy that had gone into his life in the mere 20 years he was here - to have it end this way. If you believe - Jesus says "Trust Me" I think I would have a very hard time processing all the "Why's" in that scenario.

I had a super chat with my 13 year old over this. We talked about how every choice a person makes is important, and could lead to great things, or devastating ones, and trying to figure out ahead of time how to skirt the latter. I shared with her my fears for her, and her upcoming teenage revolution where she will be a party to riding with other kids, going on dates, trips, etc. I hope she got the drift. But I am a mom - through and through, and it's hard not to come across like a sniveling worry-wart.
I know the minute my mom started in on some rave like that my mind was a million miles away.

ON TO THE GREAT PART....

We invited our best friends out to a surprise birthday party with us. My MOM had set up a party for her
boyfriend at the Legion in a neighboring town to start at 7pm. We intentionally went out to eat, and dropped in later - just to miss the ooooo laa laa part of the whole thing.

I think we all had a good time, it was totally hilarious to sit around and watch all the "old people" boogie.
It scared me out of my wits. If this is what I have to look forward to - smoky bars, too much liquor of your choice and karoke when I get to be 50 something -
"LORD, TAKE ME NOW"

well, at least let me go shave my legs first.
I drank too much, sang a little and by the by, made a fool of myself. But I was due.
Maybe tonight will be as much fun...

Wednesday, June 13

I am a very evil jokester.

That has to be my favorite quality about myself.
I have done a few real doozys.

The first one that come to mind, is the one I pulled on a bail bondsman friend of ours. I had to call him about something, and as he answered the phone, my evil twin took over the call.
I really can't control this aspect of myself, I am helpless when she takes over.
This is how the call went.

Him - "Hello?"
Me - "Is this the bail guy?"
H - "uuuuhhh.....yea...." (remember, it's about 10pm, and I am calling him on his HOME number, not his pager for the business.)

M - "Well, I need ya to git my husband outta jail, could you do it now?"
H - "How did you get this number?"
M- " A friend gave it to me, and can you get him out for me now?"
H - "Well, I first need to know what his bail amount is"
M - "I think it's $100,000 "
H - ~amazed~ "$100,000?!!!" "Don't you mean $1,000 or $10,000?"
M - No, it's definately $100,000
H - What did he do?
M - He stole a car, a police car.......
H - OMG!
M - "Well, can you do it?"
H- "I will need 10% of that amount to bail him out"
M - "That will be $100.00, right?" "I can bring that to you now, but I will have to borrow it from a friend".
H - "NO - thats not right - it will be much more than $100.00"

~by this time, he is getting pissed. He is sure I am some stupid hick, but he is also thinking about the $$ that he will make bonding out a $100,000 felon. He told me later that he was almost drooling.
After that - I couldn't contain my laughter. My husband was next to me, reeling - nearly crying as he listened in.
that was a winner.

The most recent one I am working on, is with the husband of a co-worker who is nearly as insane as I am.
(the co-worker, not the husband)

He is known for his laid back attitude, never seeming to get angry. I took this as a challenge. Soooooo
On the phone once again, I call their house and leave a message from JCPenneys that the new furniture she ordered is in, HOWEVER, instead of being $750.00, it will be almost $1,400.00
(remember, he has NO IDEA that she had even THOUGHT about new furniture.)

We laughed to ourselves, and waited for the fireworks to start once he heard the message.

I hear, the next day, that he heard the message, and became excited at the prospect of new furniture!
He even presumed that the new furniture was kitchen chairs, which I guess he thought was necessary.
He wasn't upset at all. I decided right then and there, that this was a tough case, and must be dealt with a more firm hand.

I found out that he ahs a "Pet" van. This vehicle has seen it's share of roadways. Held together with not much more than sentimental value, I decided to hit him where it hurts.
I called again, leaving a message on the machine that I saw the ad in the paper for the van for sale, and I would like to buy it for $200.00 - left my number, and hung up.

This did get a reaction, but not nearly enough to satisfy me - because now I want RAGE. I am still wroking on this case, and as soon as I get my results, I will be sure to pass it on here.

I am evil.


I seem to have dry spells with this thing.

Maybe I don't feel "on" all the time, and coming up with something witty, or worthwhile is just too much stress. Most of it, could be funny, or intriguing if I could only process it correctly. I spend too much time being picky.

I will admit that it is one of my very few faults. I just cannot move forward mentally if I am still hung up on something. Like last night.... I was at a meeting, and we were sitting in a circle in folding chairs and the guy across from me had his pant leg all hurley-gurley up over his sock (which was scrunched down) and I could see the hairs on his calf. He was oblivious.

I could not concentrate. I had to restrain myself from going over there, and fixing him up and all the while hoping he would shift position and everything would fall as it should. I am an admitted freak.

I sometimes can pick all the fun out of things, which I realize isn't good - especially when it is an activity that HAS some aspects of uncertainty already. Like........well........ everything.

Today was a good instance of this. The DH (dear husband) is one to celebrate holidays at the last minute. I know that the glue isn't even dry on the envelope of any card I ever recieve. Most of the gifts he comes up with are things I have guided him to, or suggested.
Today was our anniversary.

I, of course had purchased all the necessary anniversary items at least a week ago. I have given up the hope that he might ever put some kind of thought into making me feel special, or surprising me
(especially after the Llama/Chicken fiasco of Mothers Day) I just know that he will apologise for not getting me anything because he was busy, or something like that. I have come to expect it.

Today, at work, I recieve a very nice bouquet fo flowers and balloons from him, and the card was
PERSONALLY signed! I was floored. I called him on the cell, to thank him and I asked him when he did it, and he said YESTERDAY.

THAT my friends, is progress.

Of course I had to praise him, and thank him multitudes of times for his forethought.
We also went out to dinner alone, thanks to my WONDERFUL best friend who volunteered to take the indians for us this evening. We got to catch up a little, which was nice. We both lamented about our crappy days, and thus bonded over his New York Strip and my Chicken Alfredo. Nothing magical - but we did at least touch base.

Thats my gripe of marriage - and after 14 years, at my age, I could be considered an expert, but not a professor. The problem lies in communication. The need to be heard and understood.

Monday, June 11

AAAH -
to be independently wealthy.
That would mean that I could kick my current job in the arse, and run pell mell through Home Depot.

Today WAS to be the first day I was training my "NEW" office girl. HOWEVER - my supervisor neglected to tell me that she wouldn't be there for another week.
So I get around really early this morning, because I must be prepared and ready to share with her the secrets of my success. I arrive at work 45 minutes early to tie off loose ends so we can have a few minutes of peace before we begin at 8:00am.

Pretty soon it is 8:15......then 8:30.... I am considering my rights to fire her on the spot as soon as she does arrive, for being so late.

At 10:00am, my supervisor strolls in, looks around and wonders outloud where "Rebecca" is. "Well, " I snidely comment, "Rebecca is OFF today, because I was to have JILL here, and she didn't show"

"Oops, I guess I forgot to tell you that she's not coming till NEXT Monday" the dolt adds.

"well.....shit" I thought. (do thoughts need quotation marks?)

So anyway - I worked alone all day today, and will all week because lucky Rebecca has other stuff to do since she thought she was off this week. I wonder what the chance of me getting double pay is?
crappy do.

After today - I have to publish a "Guide to the Physicians Office"
I am so tired of screwing around with idiots. You would not believe all the crap people pull when trying to get into the doctors office.

1.) DO NOT EXPECT TO BE SEEN THE SAME DAY
unless your ass is on fire, and your water has been shut off.
2.) THE DOCTOR DOES NOT SIT AROUND AND WAIT FOR YOU TO CALL HIM
he is still trying to clean up all the messages from last week.
3.) IF YOU ARE SICK, DONT TAKE SOMEONE ELSES MEDICINE
unless you want to get your stomach pumped. Grannys water pills might just be exlax.
4.) PLEASE BE PATIENT AND UNDERSTANDING TO THE BITCHES WHO ANSWER THE PHONES
they are the key to your speedy recovery, or a 12 hour wait in the ER, we have the power.
5.) NOTHING EVER GETS DONE RIGHT NOW
there are 35 other "right now's" ahead of you.
6.) BRING YOUR NEWEST INSURANCE CARD
or plan on paying your own bill.
7.) DONT BRING 3 KIDS, AN AUNT, AND YOUR CAT WITH YOU TO THE APPOINTMENT
we are NOT a daycare, or a free clinic

aaak - I know there are more, but I don't have the strength.
hee hee
maybe later.

Sunday, June 10

Weekends are a killer.
OR
Maybe I am just easily overwhelmed.

You know exactly what I am talking about, I know you do. There is something dull and stogy about the week. You are SUPPOSED to be productive and a reasonable member of society. In other words - accomplish something. You gaze at your calendar, longingly and expectantly waiting for Friday night.

Friday night is very liberating for me. I am free. I can stay up late, carry on if I want to with no worries of having to have some semblance of order come morning.
At this point, I must interject that I am delusional, and I am very aware of this.

For as much as I anticipate the weekend, I also loathe it. I may be free from the constraints of "official" work, the labors of home are anticipating me just as much.

I can overlook the laundry, foolishly pass by the dust bunnies as they lurk unseen, but come Sunday evening, they attack. I whip into a frenzy of order to rid my conscience of their weight. I almost always fail miserably. After all, how many loads of laundry can one expect to wash, dry, fold and put away in 3 hours? I should be a busy little bee all weekend, and slouch after my work is done. (that is what I advise my kids to do...) I just can't do it.

I am currently looking for a wife. See, if I had a wife, she would do all these things for me, and I wouldn't have to worry about it. (haa haa) preferrably one very unlike me. (maybe I should interview my best friend, she would make me a nice wife)

Thats a whole 'nother storyline that would not be intended for family time.

I just realized that that was a pretty generic post. Anyone of 19 million wives or mothers could have said just that. EEEK - I am becoming domesticated - must go drink a beer to counteract that Estrogenic force.....maybe chew some tobacco too.

Have you ever sat down and just pondered something? Something you haven't ever thought about in depth before? Maybe something totally not like you are used to considering?

I got caught in a mind trap the other night. I was watching the TV show "The Test" they take a sample of celebrities and poll them with questions about different subjects. I caught the episonde where they were debating fate.

If you go back in time and look at important decisions you have made, can you picture where you might be now, had you made a different choice? I got sucked into that deep thought for about 3 hours.

My deduction?
Personally speaking, with no basis to religion, or anything else, I believe that we are guided through our choices. Good or bad, we make them for reason. In other words, I believe in Fate. I don't necessarily believe in coincidence. I don't know what that makes me, necessarily, but I believe that all of the choices I have made are leading me through my lesson in life.

If you need background info - I became pregnant (too) early, went against everything I was told, and was a generally horrible child to raise. If there was a question, I wouldn't ask advice, I would seek out my own truth - usually unsucessfully. But through that - I learned a lot about life, people and what I was made of.

Had I not made the poor choice to become pregnant, My father would have never enjoyed the gift of grandchildren. And I would have never recieved the gift of seeing him be the father I had always wanted for myself - to my children.

Just a little slice of how maybe a terrible thing, can lead you to a great thing.

I read on a card at Wal-mart today -
"God never promised that today would be perfect, thats why he made tomorrow."

Thats not Shakespeare, but a nice sentiment nonetheless.

Thursday, June 7

I think this is working now......???
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Monday, June 4

Well.......
It's been a while since I was here - looks like I should really dust, and sweep this place up, its a pit.

I have been thoroughly enjoying myself at a site that is too much fun.

There, I have learned which celebrity I would be paired with, based on our likes and dislikes (MEL GIBSON no less)
And what "flavor" I would be, what kind of dog, etc.

The really spooky part, was that for my ideal career, they seem to find me best suited to be President.
I didn't even know I like interns.

Don't run for Canada though, it doesn't look like I will be picking a platform too soon, because this site is set up to not let anyone have too bad of an experience there.. It doesn't tell you that you are a complete loser or anything. I didn't notice anyone who found out that they should be a sanitary engineer or anything like that.

My favorite test to date, is the one I thought looked the most boring. It was geared to tell me which of the Seven Sins I was most apt to surrender to. My profile almost mirrored a hardened criminal.
My favorite sin of choice was W R A T H.

heh heh heh - thats me

I take a guilty pleasure in knowing that. I had felt that way for a while, but seeing it in print gave it credibility. It really gave a lot of things perspective for me. I am rather twisted in that area of my persona.

heh - enough about that - I could go on and on.

Friday, June 1

We just returned from visiting "crash boy"

In good spirits, he is gladly recounting his tale to any who will listen. For the most part, he is recieving visitors and well wishers at a pretty good clip. I hope he takes from this experience, the HUGE impact we can have on others when we might be convinced that we are a small entity in a very big world.

Stories with endings like this are a fabulous rejuvenation for ones soul.

Now I need to get back to my gloriously exciting life -
The weekend mom.

The kids are out of school today - then end of another year. My husband and I were talking this evening about how in 6 years, we will be empty nesters. I will be 38 years old, with 2 kids in college.

Is there enough Prozac manufactured currently to sustain me? Somehow I doubt that.
It's eerie to inspect ones life too closely. kind of like those signs on the cages at the zoo, only my signs say
"Don't look too far ahead at a time, the results could be disasterous"
aaak-

For now, I will be happy to motivate them off the couch and away from VH-1 or TNN to help me get some laundry done.