Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Road rage and anger mail

I have been an angry Tweeter and emailer today. I sent angry tweets all around when a beer truck flew through the school zone and then got a bad case of road rage when they didn't get through the light fast enough. The guy laid on his horn for the duration of the red light he was made to sit through. I was pumping gas at the station nearby and the owner was shocked at the truck's behavior. "That guy just drove through a school scary!". I tweeted and then my brother and another guy retweeted. It was the start of an angry mail/tweet day for me. I just finished a very direct email to The Guitar Center for their treatment, or should I say total indifference, today when I went in to buy the last ukulele to add to my collection. I might as well have been invisible. What is shocking is that I could have flashed the cash I had in my purse and said "Make the ukuleles rain down on this girl...I've got the money, you give me the ukes!!!!"(or something like that) and I would have been met with yawns and eye rolls as they continued their discussions on the most recent shows on Cartoon Network while they jammed with each other paying no mind to customers. Their customer service guy wanted to hear more from me about my experience, so I sent him my musings on his store. I'm on a roll, not that it is going to get me anything. If I get a free ukulele, then we'll have a discussion. Not holding my breath.

Gotta go read a rough draft of a "To Kill A Mockingbird" paper. My favorite book of all time. Night all.

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Tuesday, September 29, 2015


It is one of my favorite times of the school year....BOOK FAIR!!!! I am not making light of any addiction problem of any type when I say this, but letting me into the book fair is like letting an alcoholic into the liquor store. I have a hard time controlling myself. I think of all the books I could get to give as gifts later on down the line. My favorite genre of book, besides a good thriller, is YA...the same type my children read now. Love them love them love them. I also have the tendency grab up books based on their cover art. I am an art snob for books. Nine times out of ten the superior art work directly correlates with the quality of the writing. That one time though, wow, what a letdown. My son has caught the disease of his mother and came home with six books that he paid for with his own money. He is already 1/4 of the way through one he started after his bath. Love it love it love it. I will start my new book as soon as I finish the Gillian Flynn books on my Kindle app.

Guess I'd better get started. Night all.

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Monday, September 28, 2015

I have a 14 year old

So she is now 14. Jeepers. I don't really know what to say, but jeepers. We were reminiscing over her peanut butter birthday cake this evening about the day she arrived. A little cry that sounded almost like a little kitten. She was so tiny, we had to go buy preemie clothes even though she was past due. She later used those clothes on some of her dolls...kind of hard to believe she was so wee. She has finally grown and gotten taller even though we worried sometimes that she would ever get to turn around her carseat. She ate, but was too active and squirrely to gain much weight. She was awful cute and now she is awfully lovely. We are blessed to have her and can't wait to see what kind of mark she is going to make on this world. It is going to be a big one!

Night all.

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Sunday, September 27, 2015

She's so grown up

My oldest, sweet S, is turning 14 tomorrow. She shouldn't be that old. She should be running around in a Carter's romper singing Little Mermaid songs. But, alas, she is not so little anymore. She looks like a young woman. Not sure I'm ready for that. We dined a day early at the Olive Garden. She usually loves to eat at the Japanese steakhouse, but decided to shake it up this year. I'm so proud of her and the woman she is becoming. Just wish she'd slow it down a bit....

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Saturday, September 26, 2015


It has been quite a long day and I am pretty exhausted as I am sure everyone is. We are currently trying to stay awake until S arrives home from her band competition in Virginia. She texted and was quite pleased with their results. I am so proud of them!! The youngers had two games each today and two wins each. It was long needed and a big boost to their confidence for sure. Tomorrow brings with it the championship games, of which they are both poised to win either first or second. That is very exciting for them for sure!

I am now going to bed. Poor hub of mine gets to pickup the returning band member at 12:45am as I have to work tomorrow. Yuck.

Night all.

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Friday, September 25, 2015

Soaked to the bone

The things we do for our children. First let me say that I chose poorly. I wore my raincoat instead of the big honking poncho I initially thought of wearing. Also, trash bags are a great idea to sit on so your rear end won't get wet...only if the rain has stopped. The pooling of rain falling from the seats behind only worked like a waterfall that pooled in a dam until it broke and let loose to seep into your clothing. So, G and I sat in a pool for three quarters of a game, constantly feeling like we forgot our Poise pads. The game didn't go so well for the home team on Homecoming, but the band sure was a winner. The grandparents and sister enjoyed it quite a bit. The boy and the hub were bowling since the father-son campout was rained out. Fun times were had by all. I am starting to get feeling back in my rear end. I think.

Gotta get to bed. The boy has an 8am soccer game. What kind of sadist would do that? Not sure, but we'll find out. Night all.

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Thursday, September 24, 2015

Well, that was interesting.

Brief synopsis of the excitement of my day. I'm falling asleep at the keyboard and am trying very hard to write something that is coherent. G's middle school game did not end with a pleasing score, but she played a pretty good game. Her stint in goal the first half was frustrating, but the job of a keeper is always quite frustrating at times. Builds character.

I had a little fender bender today. Well, not sure I can actually call it that. I was watching an episode of The Goldbergs in my parked and turned off SUV in the pickup line when I was brushed, sideswiped, somethinged by a school bus. The lady in front of me was as well. Gray and yellow bus paint do not work well in a color scheme. I won't say much since all of the aftermath and insurance has not been settled. It was pretty clear cut, but I feel sorry for the driver. No one was hurt, but the mess of fixing stuff is ahead of us. Boo.

I'll post a picture later. It's pretty...yeah, right.

Night all.
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Wednesday, September 23, 2015

I got nothin'

It has been a long day, but then it has been a long day for everyone. My heart is heavy for many reasons. A young man, who used to attend S's school and whose sister still does, took his life a few days ago. As a mom, it hurts my heart to think of his family and what pain they must be going through at this time. Makes me want to do hourly mental health checks on my children to make sure they are okay. Also, my dear friend's nphew was involved in a horrific accident that resulted in both of his legs being severed. He and his wife have two girls and twins on the way. It just seems like things could not be worse for them as a family. But his strength and determination pulled him to safety and into the helpful arms of his coworkers. I pray the family is surrounded and embraced and uplifted by his community. Just another dose of perspective that I need to keep me on the straight and narrow.

Hug your loved ones a little tighter tonight and make sure they know how loved they are. Don't ever leave any questions in their minds. Night all.

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Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Spittin' image

My 11 year old has totally embraced the whole 6th grade band scene. She loves it and loves her trombone and everything about it. She may not be quite ready for the Perry Mason theme song quite yet, but she'll be there soon enough. So tonight she was showing us her three positions and notes she has learned so far. I was sufficiently impressed for her taste and really enjoyed her laser focus and pride in her progress. Then she said, "Today was the best day in band. I finally got some 'water' to come out of my was the best thing EVER!". The hub said, "You know that is spit, right?". Her pride in working hard enough that she finlly got "water" out of her horn was the best thing for us all evening. I got so tickled at her enthusiasm. More than that, I am just so thrilled that she loves playing an instrument so much. I hope it continues. Everyone who reads this blog at all knows how much I love band and the wonderful memories I hold from those years I spent with other band nerds. I even got to play an instrument that had water come out of it too. What else does one need in this world?

Night all.

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Monday, September 21, 2015

Super Hub

Mondays are always a mess at our house. Most of the time we have middle school soccer, Cub Scouts and band pick up all at the same time. With two of us, and sometimes one, things get hairy and often times one of the children has to miss out on their activity because there is no way to be everywhere. Last week I went to Cub Scouts and realized that I could not comfortably go without the possibility of me punching abother adult. I really wouldn't do that, but there was a mom who got really ugly with my son for no reason and I did not take too well to that fact. I told the hub he would have to go this week. He did and came home the new secretary for the pack. I think he had to do something or his head would pop off and he'd pull the boy out of the pack. I am so grateful for him and for all he does for our family. He is such a trooper and we are blessed. Now he is doing a pack committee secretary training session online instead of relaxing. Bless him.

Going to get a boy to bed. Night all.

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Sunday, September 20, 2015


It's been a busy day, as all Sundays are in this house. G ended up having back to back games this afternoon on turf fields. It was awfully hot and the play was of her teammates took a knock to the jaw and lost a tooth. Seriously. A molar that they think is a baby tooth. There was a lot of yelling from parents, which I don't really enjoy. I did yell at G to keep her head up and that she was doing great. I just get embarrassed and and don't want to get grumped at if the ref comes over to address the mouthy people. Just really not worth it.

So, after we left, we were driving home on the interstate and all complaining a little bit about the drama at the game and all that. We passed what was obviously some sort of accident on the other side of the concrete barrier going the other way with cars askew and parked in tenuous positions on the side of the highway and saw an ambulance coming from a distance. The hub gasped and put his hand over his mouth..."They're doing CPR on someone over there!". We all said a prayer for the parties involved and were glad that the ambulance was so close. An hour and a half later, a news alert came up on our phones from the local ABC affiliate that a pedestrian had been killed on a local highway. After reading the news, we realized that the story referenced what we had witnessed going the other way. It sure put our day into perspective. So, yes, we lost two games. So, yes, our girls got beaten up. So, yes, some of the parents were embarrassing. BUT, we were not in an accident. We didn't strike someone on the highway. We are not getting a call that we have lost a loved one. I pray for the families of all involved. I pray for the service providers. I am grateful my family is okay. I am grateful for perspective.

Night all.

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Saturday, September 19, 2015

Busy day in the hood

It was one of those rare Saturdays in our house when we did not have a single soccer game. I love to watch my children play, but I was not the least bit sad to have a day off to be productive. With our overabundance of hot peppers, there was an immediate need to do something with them soon or all of our work would be seen rotting on the counter. That was not acceptable, so I pulled out my grandmother's Hot Pepper Jelly recipe and got to work. I was so excited to be able to make two types this year: regular spicy jelly and the "let's have appetizers and a testing of people's pain threshold" jelly. Not sure who will get those jars, but they will be upon request and after they sign my homemade "habanero aware" waiver. As for all those who dwell in our house(minus the teenager who iis river rafting with the youth group), our eyes are watery and our sinuses are clear. My fingers are burnt from the hot pepper cutting and steam...shame on me, I didn't wear rubber gloves.

Right after I had cleaned up from that adventure, we had a visitor. G's sister keeper on her team's dad(confusing enough?)made us some customized Cornhole boards. Now, I'm not sure if readers all over our fair land play Cornhole, but it is popular around here. There are tournaments and grudge matches whilst tailgting and all that business around here and we wanted to participate. BUT, we wanted something that was a little more to our tastes, so our friend M took care of it.

With a beautiful day to enjoy, the kids played pretty uch all afternoon while the hub and got several work projects done. Pretty productive day, but a fun one.

When the teenager gets home I can finally relax and say with full confidence, "Night all." Night all.
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Friday, September 18, 2015

Curse you, condiments!!!

We went out to eat tonight as family for the first night in I don't know how long. It is always interesting to see how the kids interact with each other in their various ages and stages. Of course there were a few arguments, some dirty looks thrown and a couple of under the table punches and pinches, but they were pretty nice to each other. We all got our food and began to get started. Mine had to go back for a few reasons, but not before I took a fry and dipped it into some honey mustard. One dip. That's it. The next thing I know, there is a dark and oily drip down the front of my pink shirt. No amount of haphazardly wrinkling and folding my shirt would hide the fact that I cannot handle any kind of condiment. More than likely, even though I treated it with Gold Label Resolve, the shirt is a goner and will be left to live out its days in the basement rag bag. Maybe I will learn my lesson some day. Another favorite shirt may have bitten the dust. Sigh.

Night all.

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Thursday, September 17, 2015

Busy night

It has been a busy Thursday here at the ranch. G had her second middle school soccer game, but was benched...and we were glad. Her coach wanted her hand to heal and he didn't want to risk further injury tonight. The girls got a hard fought win and G squirmed the whole time. It killed her not to play, but she understood. After the game finished, we raced home and threw the kids in the house. The hub and I ran to the high school for a Thursday night televised game. The band was wearing their new uniforms for the very first time. We watched their halftime show. It was WONDERFUL!! I was so excited for them. I was so proud of them. It was so well done and you could tell they were having a great time.

We're home now and I am is the hub. And a big praise for him! The doctor saw him today and said he will see him in one year and that he has no restrictions with his back. Praise The Lord! Night all.

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Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Funny people

I went to Lowe's the other day. We have been doing major Fall cleaning today and my trip to the home improvement place was to stock up on some of the supplies needed that we can't necessarily buy in the cleaning aisle at the grocery store...who carries almost everything. One of the big things we have been doing is pressure washing the siding, patio, sidewalk and driveway. The windows, because they were in the way, became victims and needed a good scrub themselves. I don't know about anyone else, but I HATE to wash windows. We always had to wash, wipe and then finish by shining them with wadded up newspaper. Always seemed strange to me, but it worked for some crazy reason. For the upstairs windows, I needed some outside window washer stuff that attached to the hose. So when I went to the store, a kind guy asked me if I needed any help. "I need some upholstery cleaner and some outside window washer that attaches to the hose. Can you help me?". He quickly located what I needed. I got the "couch cleaner" off the shelf. He handed me the window cleaner and said, "You're using this inside? That'll make it a quick job." I looked at him thinking I would see a smile and he was very serious. Seriously serious. "Sure thing! Thanks!". I hope he doesn't really try it inside. That will be a horrible disaster. Huge.

Night all.

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Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Hitting the wall

So the girl's hand is not broken...we think. It is a tough call, when you are panicked, whether or not to go straight to the hospital or ride it out and see what happens in the morning. I will say that I wish we had felt comfortable enough to ride it out. When the mom who has children who are constantly fractured tells you the wrist needs to be xray'ed, you go out of your respect for her base of knowledge. Also, we have acquaintances who are of the "suck it aren't hurt" mentality and we often hesitate to take our child to the next level of examination so we can avoid the judgement that is to come. I felt that the hub made a good choice after seeing G's hand. Last night, the swelling made it look more like a foot. Her wrist at least fared better than the man sitting near us. He was walking around with a bath towel wrapped around his foot. There was a little smeared trail of blood on the floor following him wherever he went. The question finally had to be asked. Hub: Did you drop something on your foot? Guy: Yes. There was a lot of blood...and a fair amount of skin is gone. Hub: Last time we were here a lady crushed her toe with an antique church pew. It was gnarly. Guy: I bet. I just wonder when I'll get seen. It's been a while. Later on, he and G heard the doc talking outside their room. "Yeah, we've got a guy in room 13 with a crushed foot." Hey...we know who that is. Praying he's not in too much pain today.

Tomorrow she will go back to school. We figured navigating the day on less than 4 hours of sleep would not be the best of ideas.

Night all.

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Monday, September 14, 2015

Deja vu all over again...

We are currently sitting in the ER with an injured soccer player. It's not soccer season without one of ours getting hurt. We don't know whether she tripped over her own feet or was tripped, but either way wrists weren't built to be landed on with great force. We tried to go to Children's, but the wait was at least 4 hours. No dice. So we are trying our luck elsewhere. It's going to be a long night, so pray hard that we don't have a break. She is mad at herself and worried about her future with goalkeeping. Hoping for a quick fix to get her out of pain.

Night all.

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Sunday, September 13, 2015

How many meetings can I fit in today?

I am currently sititng in a room at work waiting on my second or third meeting to begin. At least I am early and have gotten the same spot I sit in for staff meetings. I am a creature of habit and I really like to sit in a familiar place. One of the pastors at work takes great pleasure in getting people out of their comfort zones, a place where we should all step out of every once i a while. He tries to get in the seat that someone always sits in just to shake things up a bit. I'm too much of an obsessive early arriver to have been unseated yet, but I know he is taking it on as a I need to be on my toes. I know this will make me sound crazier than usual, but I also have to be on the end of the table or on the end of a row. As I have discussed in previous posts, I suffer from the technically termed(by me) "Jimmy Legs". I need to be on the end because I constantly fidgit and flop my legs around. So meeting number whatever will find me almost dancing in my seat. I can't sit still. And yes, before you ask, I do have ADHD and it comes on strong during these times. Yikes!

Hope all of you have a great evening. Just got home and am getting a shower and going to bed. Night all!

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Saturday, September 12, 2015

If at first you don't succeed...

I'm a gonna try try again to have a good night's sleep. Here's hoping. I've had an eventfulish day. We had a soccer game for the boy. His cousin Chris came to watch him, which made his day. He thought he was hot stuff. The team didn't fare so well and I thought I might have to have words with another mom who is a pot stirrer, but it all turned out okay. My boy, the eternal optimist, took the loss well and was still in a great, but exhausted, mood. The 11 year old and I baked a good bit of the afternoon. When I was cleaning out the pantry, I noticed that I had, oh, 7 cans of pumpkin. They needed to be used. So we made pumpkin sugar cookies from Pinterest. I'd call them a win. We also made peanut butter bars from Pinterest. Another check in the win column.

We also had quite the lovely day here with almost tolerable temps and a beautiful sunshine. The evening turned very cool and it was wonderful. I'm ready for flannel shirts and fun hats.

Time to go to bed...night all!
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Friday, September 11, 2015

I need some major Z's

I'm starting to get punchy. For a variety of reasons, I am averaging about 3-4 hours per night and it is really not enough. At all. I wanted to fall asleep in the pickup line so badly. It would be a drool heavy situation. Nobody needs to be involved in that image. I tried Benadryl, but it gave me the jimmy legs and I can't deal with that again. If someone could just rub my head until I fall asleep, that would be great. The poor hub conks out as soon as his head hits the pillow. No such luck with me. Melatonin may have to be purchased. I'll let you know.

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Thursday, September 10, 2015

Teach your children well

How do you teach a child to just let it the Frozen people? I honestly don't know...I can't do it myself a lot of the time. All three of my youngsters are learning how to let things go when it comes to heartbreak and worry and fear and anger. How to knock the dust off their sandals and just move on with their lives. How to cull the unhealthy elements that do not add to their quality of living. As adults, it is in our faces constantly on television and in print on how to improve our lives by getting rid of the negative. "Read this book and change your life!" The frustrating part of this whole mess is that there are some people born wired to shake it off. I so wish I was one of those people, but I'm not and therefore my children are probably not getting that from me either. Hopefully they will get it from somewhere sooner rather than later.

I am currently sitting in the parking lot at the high school watching the band learn choreography for their show. Lots of dancing and grapevines and other moves I don't know the names for at this moment. My daughter is not out here since it is rather hard for a person to jump around with a big drum strapped to their the drumline is enjoying a cooler afternoon. I am so very grateful for this group of kids. They have taken S under their wings and made her feel so very welcome. She has learned a lot of "blue" material from them, but they are her fierce protectors at the smae time. She is so fortunate to have so many good but diverse groups of friends in the different aspects of her life.

Going to go pick her and and find dinner for a still stomach aware boy. Sigh.

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Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Please no

We just put a boy to bed who is stomach aware. I warned him not to have lemonade with his pizza dinner at church tonight, but he did not listen to my advice. The hub gave him some Tums and I pray that those will calm his tummy down. That poor kid's belly is a mystery to all of us. We all are praying for an uneventful night and a settled tummy for a boy. As in most families, we all have our roles. The poor hub is charged with the vomit. I can deal with snot and fevers and even diarrhea...just not the vomit. Here's hoping the power of antacid will triumph over the power of acid. And lots of it.

Here's praying for a restul night.

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Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Getting oily

I have taken the plunge into essential oils. I really just wanted to get some because they smell great and are a lot healthier than the chemical ones we spray or plug into our walls. As I have started to read and research, there are some great health benefits to these oils and diffusing the oils in your home. There are countless combinations of different oils that can benefit almost every ailment. Am I sold on all of those yet? No. I just haven't had the chance to try them all, but I am certainly willing. We have so many allergy/sinus issues in this house, I am determined to give them the old college try so to speak. It can't hurt.

I'll let you know. Night all.

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Monday, September 7, 2015

Labor Day lollygagging

The children were determined to do something fun today on their holiday day off and we agreed, but what to do? We knew that our almost local theme park named after one of the greatest musicians of all time would be a nightmare, so we were willing to entertain other ideas within reason. We still traveled to the county of Dolly, but instead the kids started on a mountain coaster that was fun, but did not have thrills that matched its pricetag. That's was their choice to go and they understood the risk. We had a nice lunch, went to our favorite outdoorsy store and then hit the putt putt golf course for a good long while. Everyone was able to score at least one hole in one and the smack talk was funny without being evil. After playing two rounds, we started back home to ready the hub for the VaTech vs Ohio State game. We did stop by the Country Candy Kitchen to secure some "Dolly Pops" for some family who had never heard of them. Finding that to be a complete injustice, we found some and brought them home. I think they are modeled after the "Porter and Dolly" era Dolly:

They certainly wanted to go for accuracy on some of her assets. just saying.

I hope everyone can enjoy their short week. Have a great Tuesday...night all.
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Sunday, September 6, 2015

Silly Sunday Supper

We just had dinner with family and got into rapid fire conversations about awkward things. We all got good laughs, but sometimes you hear things you wish you could unhear. Just things that give you mental pictures you can't erase. Like hearing my daughter tell me her friend's mother, won't let her read Harry Potter, went out on a girls' evening to see "50 Shades of Grey" at the theatres. I honestly think her mother had no idea what she was seeing. Poor thing. Her mom is into sewing and fabric, so she might have thought it was on color shades for skirts. Either way, you can't get that out of your mind...and I hope she enjoyed herself.

Let's everybody wish a very Happy Birthday to my lovely niece, K! We love you and hope you had a great day!!

It has been a long day and my arms and legs are sore from rocking and bouncing babies at work. Night all!

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Saturday, September 5, 2015

it is finished

We had a very successful surprise party for my aunt and uncle's 50th anniversary...although it almost didn't happen. Surprises are fun, but they are certainly hard to keep when too many people are in on the surprise in the first place. Then having to hide my parents for two days and cover mouths and give the dog spoonfuls of peanut butter so she wouldn't bark when my mom was talking to them on the phone(since Mom and Dad no longer have a dog) got stressful. This combined with the fact that they are not people who enjoy any kind of spotlight...we were a little worried about exposure and explosions. The day was full of hastily executed trips to Kroger where Mrs. Mary kindly decorated cupcakes for us in the wake of realizing we were a few short. I think she saw the desperation in my eyes and knew I was either going to cry or have a full on mental breakdown in the bakery department...all true. The patio and siding managed to get pressure washed in between the prepping of trays and the mad dash to get the balloons filled. SO when we got everything set up and readied ourselves to surprise them out on the lawn when they drove by to get ice cream, we got a text: "They won't come. They will not come with us." Uh, well that wasn't part of the plan. Ideas from family members started flying: "Tell them I fell down the steps of the restaurant and I can't get my husband on the phone." "Tell them Jenny got hurt at church and she needs their help since they are the closest." All of the scenarios involved one or more of us in grisly and clumsy home and business accidents, all requiring hospitalizations and possibly surgeries. I finally came up with an idea and called their home. "Hey, Uncle J? I was able to get the gym at church for the kids to roller skate. Since all the grands are here, why don't you bring them all down and you all can take pictures of us." Uncle J: Let me ask S(cousin). (Insert mumbled retelling of exciting fun filled scenario to which my cousin immediately says YES...LET"S GO NOW!). He puts her on and I say, "Get down here!" to which she says, "Yes, Jenny. Sounds like loads of fun!". We disconnect, and after what seems like an eternity of them readying themselves and driving 2 minutes to our location while I pray unceasing prayers of forgiveness for lying to my sainted aunt and uncle, they arrived. We all screamed and waved! They shook their heads and pointers at us. My uncle got out asking, "Where are the skates?". We feasted, photographed, fellowshipped and wiped tears away at the joy of their union and the chance to all be together as a family. It is so rare these days that we get that chance. I am so grateful it worked out and so very grateful for them. 50 years is quite an accomplishment.

After all that deception, a body gets tired. Night all.

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Friday, September 4, 2015

Empty tank

It has been a full day of helping with a yard sale and preparing for a surprise party. I have relatives in helping get ready for the event. The oldest is set to arrive home at any time from the first away football game of the season. They entered underdogs and have emerged victorious which will thrill her I am sure. After baking several batches of gluten free cookies for a gluten sensitive relative and cilling through more items in the basement to add to the yard sale, I am spent and want to get to bed. The hub is still trying to work with Comcast to get the the problem resolved since they did not call and/or show up for a promised technical visit. He is not pleased.

I need a gas tank refill....I'm going to bed. Night all.

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Thursday, September 3, 2015

The most pathetic injury

It ha been a busy day around the ranch. Trying to get the house clean and things done for a surprise party I am assisting with this weekend. I'm also helping with a yard sale tomorrow, so I've prepared some treats for that. We have also continued the epic battle of Comcast as our wifi/internet service was effected today. They hung up on the hub three times while he was giving them information they had requested and cannot adequately explain why their mismanagement is our fault. Anyhoo....I digress. While I have had to wait on hold with Comcast and wait for baked goods to come out of the oven and laundry to come out of the dryer, I have been wearing out my ukulele. My tenor uke this week. I didn't realize how much I had been strumming(incorrectly probably)with my thumb until I went to play "Thunder Road" so G could sing. When I "got this guitar and I've learned how to make it talk", my thumb started bleeding my the massive overuse by ukulele. How sad is that really? Pretty sad. But it was worth it to get to sing with my kids.

That is the excitement of my day. Sorry....

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Wednesday, September 2, 2015

First world problems

I spent an hour on the phone with Comcast today. Now I was able to get some dusting done and picking up of little pieces of crud from around the room I was in, but an hour. They decided to shut off some of our service after migrating our account over and they didn't transfer all of our information. So now all of the things that we had recorded, like the children appearing on the news and a couple hard to find movies and documentaries that were needed for school projects are *POOF* gone. So now the grandparents can't see the oldest marching with the band when they come visit and we will have to pay unholy amounts of money to Amazon to try and find the necessary cinematic rarities for clas projects. Before anyone goes and hangs me for being a selfish and horrible human being, I know this is not world ending. People are starving to death right here in our own city...babies are born addicted to drugs and innocent people are being shot while having a night out on the town watching a movie. I wanted to get on a mini pity party this morning after realizing that things were gone that I really treasured, but shame on me. We have a house, clothes on our backs, food in our tummies and more blessings than we know how to handle. So what if my son's collection of "Rifleman" episodes is gone. He's happier folding paper airplanes and swinging outside with his sisters. The #firstworldprobz that people like to put up on Twitter and/or other social media outlets should really make us take pause and think. We, and I will insert "I" in there, have a way of confusing inconvenience with injustice. Shame on me for that. Shame on me. We all need these lessons now and then.

I will have to say as one last dig, that I believe the cable company could have made Mother Theresa herself throat punch someone through the phone. Just saying.

Night all.

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Tuesday, September 1, 2015

I am the meanest

I know people get sick of my soccer stories and I totally get it. Fortunately or unfortunately, it is a big part of our life. As soon as they are tired of it and it becomes "unfun", we will move on to something else. But until that time, I want them to remain active and get their heartrates up and burn some energy off several times a week. Last night at middle school practice, G got cleated in the ankle by one of her wrecking ball teammates. It was mostly a clean play even though it is dirty to go cleats up at someone, but she needs to understand that she is going to be playing lots of wrecking balls in her middle school games. She was pretty sore and gimpy last night and continues to be today. She's even sporting nice cleat shaped bruises in that area. Unfortunately, the best remedy for the injury(besides icing)is keeping it moving and walking on it. She has a tendency to overgimp it a bit and, in the fashion of the boy who cried wolf, we sometimes are not completely sure when she is really hurt and when she is extra dramatic from being tired and a little bit hurt. I will admit that my empathy quickly leaves when this cycle begins and I often am way too insensitive when she just needs to be babied a bit...and don't we all from time to time? One time, when she was a bit younger, she was pushed on the playground and favored her wrist. The hub had just had back surgery and her brother came home from school with a 105 temp. My "Just suck it up" attitude kicked in, shame on me. We tried to go to the ER at Children's, but the wait was at least 4 hours sitting next to someone who appeared to have the plague, so we left. We ended up at the ortho ER the next day and found out she had fractured his wrist. Insert picture of me hanging my head in shame. I don't think her ankle is fractured, but there is always that little nagging in the back of my mind that makes me worry if it is more than just bruised. Either way, the sorrowful hangdog looks I am getting from the soccer field right now are making me feel like I am the grand prize winner of the "Worst Mother of the Year" award. Anyone want to get me a trophy? I'm sure my child will foot the bill.

Go ahead and judge me. I deserve it. Night all.

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