One tired tomato

I am a tired girl like everybody else at this time of night. My workout was a bit strenuos and I did a lot of lunges. The hub will probably have to assist me in my exit from the bed tomorrow. Afterwards, I planted a whole mess of tomato plants and, unfortunately, did not even finish. Tomorrow will be more maters, cukes, peppers and one eggplant(for fun). Too bad I did not have video cameras pointed at me this evening. It was definitely a comedy show to watch me try and get up off the floor. Curse you, lunges. I thought squats were most evil, but I was terribly wrong...at least today. Oh well. Between the lunges and the planting, I will be a mess tomorrow. But I will be equipped this summer with multitudes of tomatoes if they all work out. Salsa, spaghetti sauce and heartburn for everyone! Night all!!


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Another musical in the books

We had our end of the school year music program tonight at church. It was entertaining as always and a bit of a sad one this time. It was G's last performance in her Off Broadway Kids group. She has had quite a run with them and quite a lot of fun. Her director has been wonderful and so very patient with all of them. The boy also sang tonight. His group really did an amazing job singing and I was so very proud of all of them. Brought tears to my eyes for sure.

I am so tired and unable to form clear sentences, but I am grateful for the performances this evening and also grateful that it is over. That may sound awful, but I think they are all relieved.

Night all.


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Blurg...

I woke up not feeling so great this morning. I hadn't slept well and I felt quite queasy. Thankfully I have a very understanding boss and workplace who kindly let me duck out of staff meeting and try to sleep off whatever woke up with me. I napped between loads of laundry. Took a quick trip to the grocery for essentials and then took another nap. Then I did a really stupid thing. I mowed the lawn. Tuesday has become my new day to mow and I felt the need to get it done even though I had no business being out there. It is ow complete and I also got my three blue planters filled with herbs, tomatoes and bell peppers. The garden beds will be filled on Thursday. Then comes the waiting for the bounty to come in. The boy is already planning recipes. First up? Gazpacho. Next? Pickles. He's got some big plans. We'll see what we can do.

Tomorrow is the last Wednesday night program until Fall. The two youngers will be singing and I will probably be crying. It will be G's last performance with her singing/drama group. It has been a great ride. Now she'll move on up to youth choir. Sniff...time flies and I am not ready.

Night all.


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Can I run away?

12th graders get "Senioritis" as do 4th year graduating students in college. I think my 13 year old has "8th grade-itis" and my 10 year old has "5th grade-itis". The boy just goes with the flow, God bless him. I have determined that I have "Mom at the end of the year-itis". Everything is getting me angry. No, it is not a female thing. I am just feeling quite evil and spiteful and I need to stop. I told my oldest today that if I could I would scoop the family up and move to a completely different city and not tell anyone where we had gone. Just disappear and start new. That sounds heavenly right now. Absolutely heavenly. Maybe someday, but now I have to get them through the end of the year. Then we will have some summer fun I hope.

Say a little prayer for safety for my G and her fifth grade buddies. They are taking a reward trip to Biltmore tomorrow. Makes me a bit nervous, but I know they will have a great time.

Night all.


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I stink...I admit it

When the hub and I were in college, we had a very good friend who was studying Animal Science...concentrating in swine I think. He was quite the ladies' man, a cute Hawaiian farm boy, who always freely gave hugs to everyone. His favorite time to give hugs, especially to the squeamish girly girls, was when he had just left his duties with the pigs and was covered with their very pungent bouquet. He was so darn loveable, you wanted to punch him, hug him and get the stench off all at the same time. I also have farmers in my family and spent some summers with my great aunt and uncle outside of Chicago on their pig farm. I am not too good to get "stanky". Today the boy and I cleaned out all the garden beds and surrounding pea gravel, spread 13 bags of soil and covered all the beds with landscaping cloth to prevent the nasty weeds. Yes, it was a Sunday and a day of rest. We went to church and then had our restful, relaxing time with the beautful earth God created for us. It was nice...but. I have worked with various and sundry forms of organic material. I have smelled some rank stuff. Today's topsoil smelled like a hug from our pig farmer friend. After carrying several of those bags, I started to smell like him myself. Our trip home from the store with the bags was very humorous. All the windows were down and we had our heads partially out the windows to try and catcha whiff of fresh air. It was brutal. I took the equivalent of about 17 showers if you measure how much soap I used to scrub that stench off of myself. I think it is in my nose and my pores. I can't get it out. If you pass me tomorrow or give me a hug, hold your breath. I just can't tell if the stank is all gone. Half a bar of Dial would indicate a "yes", but who knows. Either way, we are ready to receive some veggie plants now:



Don't be jealous. You are getting the elegant HVAC view. That's an expensive view.

Night all.


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Grillin' and Racin'

It is late and I am burnt and tired from yet another long day of soccering. Our organization hosted a "play day", so we had to have snacks and provide all the refs and AR's and all that business. I was the grillmeister for theday. Dogs and burgers were my specialty as well as chili-ing and cheese-ing the nachos. Honestly, I would be okay if it was a long time before I have to be on grill duty again for a while. We also watched and wagered on the Kentucky Derby. Needless to say, the names I picked out of the hat were all long shots for good reason.

I am now going to hit the hay because work is coming early tomorrow. Time to slather my Chaco burn with aloe. Ouch.


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Unwanted Lazy Day

No one welcomes their alarm clock's ring in the morning and no one rejoices in waking up to the sound of "I threw up in my bed!". We got such a wake up call at 4am from our poor boy. The usual steps went into action:

1. Get the boy cleaned up.(Sanitize hands)
2. Remove the sheets without waking up sister or breathing in the stench.(Take time to gag/sanitize)
3. Take sheets to washer.(Take time to gag/sanitize)
4. Locate "sick" mattress.
5. Locate "sick" sheets.
6. Find bunches of Kroger bags and trash cans and a garbage bag.
7. Make sick bed.
8. Put boy in sick bed.(Sanitize)
9. Attempt to go back to sleep knowing the barf is coming again.

To his credit, he isolated the barf to a certain area. It was an episode that did not require him to have a shower to get stuff out of his hair, etc. He waited for two and half hours until he got sick again and he was awake and able to grab his trash can. The hub took the girls to school and made a Kroger run for bouillon, saltines, ginger ale and some jello. For the rest of the day, I tried to supply his tummy with the appropriate nourishment without making it terribly sick. We watched multiple episodes of Andy Griffith and The Avengers. Then he got home and I tagged out and went to the Festival on the Hill at S's school with G. It was nice to be outside for a bit of time, visiting with teachers and other parents.

A little bit ago, our friend Mr. Ed came over to borrow my sewing machine. He is one of our favorite humans on this planet and by far one of the most entertaining. After belly laughing at his stories and listening to him try out my new ukulele, he left and we went upstairs to relax. We are sure praying for an uneventful night with no more barf. Night all.

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