No sleep for me tonight

I know, I know. It's all about me. Just a little sick at my stomach tonight. My oldest goes in tomorrow to have "major sinus surgery" and an "adenoidectomy". This is nothing new for all of you who read the musings of this lunatic. There are lots of worse things that could be happening to her...it can always be worse. When you are growing up, your parents always say, "If I could take the pain on myself I would...I wish I were sick instead of you." As I child, I thought that was crazy talk. Now that I am a parent, boy do I totally understand where mine were coming from all those times. I hate that she has to go in there. Hate that she has to miss a chunk of her summer break to recover. Hate that she feels so self conscoius in advance for what she might look like post surgery. I have every confidence in her surgeon and the hospital that has taken such good care of her so many times. I just wish it didn't have to be.

Just send up a little prayer anf some positive thoughts for her. And especially pray that she will swallow her pride, drink the happy juice and enjoy the ride. Good night all.


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I am stranger than even I think

It seems like every day I come out with some quirk that apparently is the weirdest thing that anyone has ever heard of in their life. In my opinion, those people have not been out in the world much...but who am I to judge being so strange and all. Variety is the spice of life. Think of me this way: I can either make you feel much better about yourself OR you can use a quirky example at your next dinner party.

Here is a short list of quirks that were recently pointed out to me during a phone conversation with a friend. It was indeed eye opening and kind of amusing.

1. When washing my hair, after the shampoo is on my hair I have to rinse my hands off before I can then stick them back in my soapy hair and rinse it. My response? The HORROR.

2. I have shared this one before and thankfully I have a husband who is understanding. I must have the opening of the pillowcase pointed to the middle of the bed when I am sleeping. It also makes me feel better when the hub has his pointed that direction. You cannot be too careful about alien creatures coming from the side of the bed and crawling into your pillowcase. I have done this since I was capable of decision making of the lowest form. Biggest problem with this quirk? Twin beds. Think about it. The horror. Really.

3. My children pointed this one out to me as we waited for our dinner at Five Guys a few weeks ago. When dining on the shelled peanuts while you wait, I cannot peel one and eat it...peel another and eat it...repeat. Just like with peel and eat shrimp, I want to get all the work done and then sit back and enjoy the fruits of my "labors". The kids, who are on a bowl of peanuts like piranhas like a fisherman's foot, thought this was crazy.

This is a silly little post of no great philosophical value. No one is going to be a better person from reading it. It is full of the rantings of an apparently mental peanut sheller. Just know this, you don't have to thank me for saving your life with the pillowcase thing. Knowing you are safe is thanks enough for me.


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Patient kids they are

Another Saturday, another trip to the home improvement store. These children of ours are so very patient. More so than I tend to be in those places. The trip started off nicely...they did a Children's Workshop and made bug houses:



In order to install a ceiling fan where we took the other one out, modifications had to be made to update our ceiling to this century...a process we have had to lather rinse repeat a lot during this whole process. After we left the store with lots of electrical stuff and a free hot dog and water, we ran to our local gardening and patio store so I could drool over some polywood furniture. This chair:


...is $356. Just for one chair. But my gracious is it comfortable. So very comfortable. Oh well. We left chairless and went home to watch some World Cup. My Messi's team got it done and moved on to the next level. The boy could only take so much beofre he conked out:



He still tucks that thumb inside his hand for comfort. So sweet. After his soccer snooze, G and the boy went to play in and continue to decorate their cabinet box. Nothing like sitting in a tight box on a hot day to draw pictures:



When they started to dehydrate, they took to making mud pies and watering the garden. This evening they capped off their day by catching lightening bugs to put i their newly constructed bug houses. The fun of summer. The day started off slow, but ended with bursts of light. I'd call that a win.
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America

Happy 4th of July to all of you three people reading.  I am currently sitting at my brother and sister in law's house.  The neighbors are shooting off fireworks and the dogs are about to need sedation.  G has decided to take a leap of bravery and go with a frind to watch fireworks.  Usually she is in a Benadryl induced stupor by this time.  I hope she enjoys herself.  B and the boy are playing xbox.  A good evening celebrating our country and our freedom.  Enjoy and be safe!!

Burnin' through the berries

A hot summer day. Two restless kids in a house with a somewhat stressed dad and a couple of super friendly plumbers. What is a mom to do? Pick berries of course. We went to our beloved fruit and berry patch to see what summer delights were ripe for the picking. Two and a half hours later we left with blueberries, blackberries, raspberries, peaches, some bug bites and a big sunburned neck for me. The kids enjoyed the treasure hunt of finding the ripe berries, especially the blackberries:



I hope to make some pie or some other delights with our bounty soon. The hub worked all day to get the dishwasher and stove reinstalled so we could actually use the kitchen soon. He is a saint. He continued working on the kitchen while I took the kids to soccer practice. They worked awfully hard in the sun and strange winds that I can only guess are a residual effect of the hurricane activity on the coast. Speaking of which, prayers and positive thoughts are appreciated for my cousin and his family who live on Virginia's coast, right on the water. It is a scary thing for them and for us as we wait to hear of what might happen.

I wish all of you a very happy and safe Independence Day. Enjoy time with family and friends. Eat yummy food and watch pretty fireworks and be so very thankful for the freedom we enjoy each day. Night all!
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I am a magnet

So you can go ahead and be angry or offended or upset at me if you want, but I am going to share my story with you. Tonight I went to the Kroger to buy some beer. I know I have some tee totalling readers out there and I understand that you might be upset. If it helps any, I was not buying it for myself. One of the people we have had working on our house, and yes he is of age...he could be my father, said he enjoys a good beer occasionally and would take a six pack of beer in lieu of pay. No he is not an alcoholic minor that I am breaking some moral or ethical code with at all. He's just a hard worker who enjoys a cold one after a hot day's work. He had a specific kind that sent me combing the beer cooler for something I had never seen before. After finding it, I popped the 12 pack into my cart and went to pick up the Vitamin D3 and Flaxseed capsules I needed. On my way, I ran into just about half of the church in the store and half of those people are militant anti-alcohol spokespeople. Dirty looks were sent flying as they saw the contents of my basket and there was really nothing I could say. I just tried to move on quickly. I got into line with my beer and herbal supplements, praying that I would not see anymore familiar faces. I felt a close presence behind me and noticed that a tiny little hispanic man with beautiful tattoos was standing about 2 inches behind me. "Are those any good?" he asked, pointing to the beer. I tried to explain I had no idea and that they weren't for me but instead a payment to a very kind man who could have charged me a lot of cash for work. "Honey, you don't have to be ashamed to drink fancy beer. I only drink 2-3 of these Natty Light tall boys a night. They are cheap and available...like my women." It was at that point I really wanted to abandon my grocery portion on the black whirring belt, knock the grumpy old lady in front of me out of the way and jump into the Sequoia like Tim Howard jumping at a ball coming from Belgium. Instead I just said, "That sounds good!", gave a little chuckle and became engrossed in Channing Tatum's supposed $50+ million divorce as reported by Star magazine. I managed to check out, get to the car, arrive home and shove the box at the hub to put away. Never dull, friends, never dull.


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Tough loss

The house was abuzz with World Cup fever today. We are die hard soccer fans around here, if you didn't pick that up from my five million Soccer Saturday posts. Lunch time was spent watching the ARG-SUI game. My girls learned very quickly that the f-bomb has no language barrier...and it translates quite well through lip reading. Life lessons during a game. Never fails. This afternoon I was prepared to watch the USA-BEL game. I had gotten all I needed to do done. Life happened and I had to catch snippets here and there until about the 85'. My hero, Tim Howard, was such the man during that game. G soaked up his mad goalie skills and cheered with great gusto. What a heartbreaker for him after all his hard work...they had a comeback within their crosshairs. I can't be sad for the loss. They are showing the world, game by game, that they are coming back. I loved every second of it. Except for the loss.



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