Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
End in Sight?
I'm worried that there is no end in sight......the sprinklers were done this weekend. Now it's muddy and sad looking but with sprinkler heads. Go Man Go. Poor guy was in town 48 hours but managed to work like a mule and get her done. Next visit, in two weeks when we build the deck. You know, where the orange lines are.....lolEaster rocked. What a great weekend. I must say that living in two different states sucks but it really makes you treausre that face to face time. Plus, you talk alot more.....really talk and chit/chat which is important peeps. Good thing I shaved my legs ;)
Statistics is in full force, week 2 now. Snow for the next three days, which means you'll see alot more of me cruising sites and leaving comments now that I can't be outside, sigh......
Freaking Utah.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Do You?
Do you ever get up, shower and then lay out clothes and breakfast then go to wake your children and find this?
The little stinkers gravitate to my bed. With the dog. Leaving me no room. They can't help themselves. Thus its even harder to drag their happy little butts out of bed and get them productive. That's the goal around here, making them suckers productive citizens!
The lump in the center is Murphy. Who likes to sprawl out in the middle, usually with his paws raised to the roof! No modesty that dog! 
I put a bench in my bedroom. Usually this thing floats around the house. It's visited the foyer, the balcony area, and lately behind my sofa as a catch all that opens into the kitchen. Except, I love it in my bedroom. I have a reading corner now. With my purty lamp and The Man's record player, old school peaceful. I do so love some vinyls.
The little stinkers gravitate to my bed. With the dog. Leaving me no room. They can't help themselves. Thus its even harder to drag their happy little butts out of bed and get them productive. That's the goal around here, making them suckers productive citizens!
The lump in the center is Murphy. Who likes to sprawl out in the middle, usually with his paws raised to the roof! No modesty that dog! But speaking of my room, I did a little re-arranging lately. I have this thing about having a "haven", a place where I feel comfy and pampered at the end of the day. I go through stages where I want my bedroom to look like a hotel room, but nicer....with the family touches that are obviously missing in a hotel....
So in a moment of utter boredom, with some time off between classes, I re-arranged again. And added some interesting touches....
I put a bench in my bedroom. Usually this thing floats around the house. It's visited the foyer, the balcony area, and lately behind my sofa as a catch all that opens into the kitchen. Except, I love it in my bedroom. I have a reading corner now. With my purty lamp and The Man's record player, old school peaceful. I do so love some vinyls. So I ditched a nightstand and put my bed on the east facing wall, that's good fung shi right? Did I even spell that right?
I junked alot of well...junk and then cleaned out behind everything and set my room up with a nice walk flow. I do love it, compared with the mess it was before........
I junked alot of well...junk and then cleaned out behind everything and set my room up with a nice walk flow. I do love it, compared with the mess it was before........Now we'll see what The Man thinks......since I left the deer skulls on the wall (and worked them into the decor I think) I should get major points!
And since he's coming home with weekend, well I'm just plum happy peeps.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Before I Met The Internet....
Utah has frozen my ambitions. Seriously, I have never been an indoor person till we moved to this place. I see the proof when I dig through some old pics. I got involved, I did things, I went places, some where even places I couldn't take my kids......sigh.
I refuse to think I've gotten old, or fat. So hence it must be Utah's fault. Damn weather. :)
But it was this unexpected trip down memory lane that just had me in stitches earlier. How quickly time does fly.....
In Texas I was a volunteer with a drug rehabilition non-profit organization that seemed to always be lacking in funds. So every year we did a walk to earn money for it. Look how little my girls were. Duchess was obviously trying to make a break for it before the walk even started. (What you don't see is the little red wagon we used to pull their happy bums for five miles) And this lovely lady with me, my choir director from church who was ALWAYS the first to volunteer to do anything. We made a small but powerful team.
In Oklahoma, Princess and I were entertaining ourselves at the Tulsa State Fair while The Man was deployed. We rode bulls peeps. I have no idea what The Man's reaction was when I sent him this picture but I'm pretty sure he busted something laughing at me, I'm easy to laugh at.
Duchess was the cutest dang bug of a baby ever. So tiny and so quiet. We called her the "Wyatt Earp" of all babies. Wish that were still true, now she never shuts up. Ever. E-V-E-R. As I type this, she is talking in her sleep.
In San Diego, we seldom just sat and watched tv. Oh no, we used our livingroom for fun stuff, like dancing. We boogied down. All the time. I love watching The Man dance with our girls. He's quite the dancer folks, don't let him lie to you. Princess dances as graceful as he does, too bad she can't walk in a straight line otherwise, she gets that from me.
Once upon a time, I used to attend Navy balls. With grown ups, babysitters, and dresses! I pinned up my hair, stabbed some sparkly stuff in there, wore my thigh high boots underneath cause I couldn't find any black high heels at the last minute and off I went in my black and white ball gown. We were color coordinated. But damn he's hot huh? This picture is proof that he thinks I'm a dork and still loves me. 
Can you pic out my man? That's easy, he's the hot one.
I refuse to think I've gotten old, or fat. So hence it must be Utah's fault. Damn weather. :)
But it was this unexpected trip down memory lane that just had me in stitches earlier. How quickly time does fly.....
In Texas I was a volunteer with a drug rehabilition non-profit organization that seemed to always be lacking in funds. So every year we did a walk to earn money for it. Look how little my girls were. Duchess was obviously trying to make a break for it before the walk even started. (What you don't see is the little red wagon we used to pull their happy bums for five miles) And this lovely lady with me, my choir director from church who was ALWAYS the first to volunteer to do anything. We made a small but powerful team.
In Oklahoma, Princess and I were entertaining ourselves at the Tulsa State Fair while The Man was deployed. We rode bulls peeps. I have no idea what The Man's reaction was when I sent him this picture but I'm pretty sure he busted something laughing at me, I'm easy to laugh at.
Duchess was the cutest dang bug of a baby ever. So tiny and so quiet. We called her the "Wyatt Earp" of all babies. Wish that were still true, now she never shuts up. Ever. E-V-E-R. As I type this, she is talking in her sleep.
In San Diego, we seldom just sat and watched tv. Oh no, we used our livingroom for fun stuff, like dancing. We boogied down. All the time. I love watching The Man dance with our girls. He's quite the dancer folks, don't let him lie to you. Princess dances as graceful as he does, too bad she can't walk in a straight line otherwise, she gets that from me.
Once upon a time, I used to attend Navy balls. With grown ups, babysitters, and dresses! I pinned up my hair, stabbed some sparkly stuff in there, wore my thigh high boots underneath cause I couldn't find any black high heels at the last minute and off I went in my black and white ball gown. We were color coordinated. But damn he's hot huh? This picture is proof that he thinks I'm a dork and still loves me.But then, oh then, I come across this picture. The one picture I'm pretty sure my man would like me to lose. But I can't help it, I drool over him. Even if it was taken on a wild and wooly day at sea.....when his only hobby was working out and his bisceps were larger than my head (seriously) and that was a little scary, okay not. This infamous picture will live on.......
Can you pic out my man? That's easy, he's the hot one. Damn I miss you honey.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
A Day With Us
Come spend your day with us! We started our day early as we had a morning time birthday party for a lovely little 2 year old. So instead of cleaning up our house, we merely stepped over laundry, ignored the clutter and dishes, kissed the dog and headed out.
To find this:
Where I happily picked up some reading materials. Woohoo, seriously wondering what it would take to get The Man into a kilt.....I'm seriously thinking on that one. Yum. From there, we managed to drag the children kicking and screaming in Cabela's, the store of all outdoor goodies.
They do so adore anything redneck, so we embraced inner-selves. I am always amazed to see Duchess go ga-ga over animals. She just loves them.
Even fish.
Look at that face. Ahhhhh!
Got the ankle holster I needed for my gun. Just like this, except with a fashionable high heel or a good sturdy boot. And better looking gams.
Then spoiled thyself and got this sweatshirt, I love green and I heart Cabelas.....go figure.
To find this:
Truly nasty weather early this morning. But it's all melted by afternoon so yeah! Spring may truly be around the corner. Notice my budding tulips! Go go tulips go. My mum planted them hence their not dying from the black thumb disease I have.
Around noon, we were done with the party, except I couldn't post pics cause I do that without parental permissions and frankly since they don't know me as Hope4Grace, that would be a pickle, so there you have it.
Next up, since we were already in civilization, a quick trip to my favorite evil empire.....
Where I happily picked up some reading materials. Woohoo, seriously wondering what it would take to get The Man into a kilt.....I'm seriously thinking on that one. Yum. From there, we managed to drag the children kicking and screaming in Cabela's, the store of all outdoor goodies.
They do so adore anything redneck, so we embraced inner-selves. I am always amazed to see Duchess go ga-ga over animals. She just loves them.
Even fish.
Look at that face. Ahhhhh! Got the ankle holster I needed for my gun. Just like this, except with a fashionable high heel or a good sturdy boot. And better looking gams.Then spoiled thyself and got this sweatshirt, I love green and I heart Cabelas.....go figure.
Got home and crashed. Big long nap and now I'm doing laundry, which you don't need to see, and cooking dinner.
Cause (sniff sniff) my mommy didn't give me no shrimps!
Hockey Babes...
Last night I took the girls to one of the final hockey games of the season. Princess and I are fans. Duchess likes to eat, so as long as the food keeps coming she is cool, otherwise she's ready to go.
Hence the food.
And don't be judging, I had little makeup on and my hair was a mess. Fact of life, it was Friday and I ain't looking to impress anyone, lol. However, I should have brought wipes to clean Duchess' face though, cause she was a MESS.
Our Canadian hockey loving friends went too, they are season ticket holders and both of them play. So I get all the blow by blow info as I'm just learning the game. Congrats to the expecting mother, it's a BOY! Alan Lewis will join us in August.
But the poor hometeam was getting their arses kicked badly so by 7 minutes to game end, we bailed to miss the traffic. But all in all, what a great night. Even if Duchess went to bed with a tummy ache.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Waiting on Duchess....
Every morning there is something that threatens to throw us off schedule. And that just won't do. I have this horrible thing about being to work on time or early. Thank you Ms. Soliz, this job requirement has lasted 9 years!
So each morning, I wake early and get myself ready about 20 minutes before the kids get up and then it's on.....
This morning it was Duchess and Murphy.
After breakfast she disappeared, and this is where I found her. Dragging Murphy out from under her bed, where she hids her Little Pet Shops. He likes to eat them. We find dismembered pet shop animals often.
So I finally got her into the livingroom where her clothes were laid out. Then returned to find this.
And this....... which after realizing that she'd wasted 20 minutes scolding the dog, we had exactly 17 minutes to leave the house exactly on time. So as cute as they were, I had to put my foot down.
Don't feel too bad for him. He's got a nicer room than most people. His own stylish carpet. A chicken, a bone and some snacks, and he's by the tv so he can watch movies all day on repeat.
So each morning, I wake early and get myself ready about 20 minutes before the kids get up and then it's on.....
This morning it was Duchess and Murphy.
After breakfast she disappeared, and this is where I found her. Dragging Murphy out from under her bed, where she hids her Little Pet Shops. He likes to eat them. We find dismembered pet shop animals often.
So I finally got her into the livingroom where her clothes were laid out. Then returned to find this.
And this....... which after realizing that she'd wasted 20 minutes scolding the dog, we had exactly 17 minutes to leave the house exactly on time. So as cute as they were, I had to put my foot down.
Don't feel too bad for him. He's got a nicer room than most people. His own stylish carpet. A chicken, a bone and some snacks, and he's by the tv so he can watch movies all day on repeat.It's highly unprofessional to be late to work.
Extreme measures!
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
B*tchn Baby!
I'm obviously one of those "worry wart" peeps. I hate that. Cause all week I've stressed about my grades for this past semester. So I've haunted the website for three days, obsessively checking to see if they'd been added.
Accounting III: Final Grade: A Teacher comments: The only comment I have is that you should be careful using abbreviations and slang like evals or regs in your posts. (Guess you can tell that I worked for the military huh?)
Pysch III: Final Grade: A Teacher comments: It's apparent that you have grown through self-awareness in this class. Congrats! (Blood, sweat and internal digging got me this??????WTF?)
I'm so excited, this was by far the toughest of juggling school yet. Kept my 4.0/President's list though, which freaking motivates me beyond belief! Go me! (Okay no more horn tooting) :)
And now, next week I start Stats.
Accounting III: Final Grade: A Teacher comments: The only comment I have is that you should be careful using abbreviations and slang like evals or regs in your posts. (Guess you can tell that I worked for the military huh?)
Pysch III: Final Grade: A Teacher comments: It's apparent that you have grown through self-awareness in this class. Congrats! (Blood, sweat and internal digging got me this??????WTF?)
I'm so excited, this was by far the toughest of juggling school yet. Kept my 4.0/President's list though, which freaking motivates me beyond belief! Go me! (Okay no more horn tooting) :)
And now, next week I start Stats.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Shake it Before U Lose It
I'm swiftly approaching my 32nd birthday. Damn that went fast. So it's occurred to me that perhaps it's time to start on that list of stuff that I have always wanted to do, things I have always wanted to make time for.
Turns out time flies! Bastards!
Guess I should start with actually writing that list down, on paper. Nothing like black/white to make it official. You got a list?
Now that I've reached my 30's, I wish I had my 22 year old body with my 32 year old brain.
I keep telling myself that by 35 I'll have my degree in hand, get the career I want and I'll have that boob job (breastfeeding ruins the rack peeps!).
What's your short term plan?
P.S. Nailed Accounting III, psych grades not up yet.
Turns out time flies! Bastards!
Guess I should start with actually writing that list down, on paper. Nothing like black/white to make it official. You got a list?
Now that I've reached my 30's, I wish I had my 22 year old body with my 32 year old brain.
I keep telling myself that by 35 I'll have my degree in hand, get the career I want and I'll have that boob job (breastfeeding ruins the rack peeps!).
What's your short term plan?
P.S. Nailed Accounting III, psych grades not up yet.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Finals + PMS = Sucks
This week I have finals, and PMS.
It sucks.
Once upon a time (okay last week) I was a stressed out mess. But today, a good friend gave me a verbal hug and a swift kick in the rear. So I'm gonna make it good, gonna have to work through all the lists and all the drama, gonna get my groove back on.
Take back control on my schedule.
And count my blessings, that at least I have a full happy life that needs my attention. I'm not alone, I have my bestest friend/man who sleeps with me, I have my gorgeous kids who have full content lives and I have my friends and mom who take care of me. They give me a night off to study for finals and they give me those dreaded peptalks.
Life is good, hectic but good.
It sucks.
Once upon a time (okay last week) I was a stressed out mess. But today, a good friend gave me a verbal hug and a swift kick in the rear. So I'm gonna make it good, gonna have to work through all the lists and all the drama, gonna get my groove back on.
Take back control on my schedule.
And count my blessings, that at least I have a full happy life that needs my attention. I'm not alone, I have my bestest friend/man who sleeps with me, I have my gorgeous kids who have full content lives and I have my friends and mom who take care of me. They give me a night off to study for finals and they give me those dreaded peptalks.
Life is good, hectic but good.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
Irony :)
Yeah baby,
I so needed a pick me up!
My office full of basketball players and huge fans have a ESPN Challenge pool going on. We were all encourage to enter to win a gift certificate, fun right?
So the cajun girl who can't dribble?
She's #1 in the office as of right now. It won't last, but damn it's funny.
OU all the way baby!
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Living Gluten-Free
The one thing that drives me nuts is how little there is out there for those of us who are gluten-free. It's not a lifestyle choice, but a health necessity. Which is why it drives me crazy trying to find places to eat out.
I've noticed that larger cities have websites leading you to lists of restaurants that are gluten free, however even though I'm 40 minutes from a major western city, notta! Nothing! Zip!
I've taken to calling restuarants out of the blue on a whim and asking if they are gluten free friendly. If they ask me to repeat that, I hang up. I tried carrying little notecards in my purse, didn't help. I've found three places to eat that doesn't cripple me afterwards; I stalk them.
Otherwise I've given up eating out. I have learned to carry snacks and beef jerky in my purse. To have a smoothy instead of a meal when I'm stuck out and about. Except I find that there are days I go without eating.
Today was such a day.
Couldn't figure out why I was exhausted, overwhelmed and besieged. I never cry but found myself tearing up all evening. Until I sat down to eat dinner and realized that it was the first thing I'd eaten all day.
I really need a buy a vowel sometimes. And peeps, the blonde ain't natural so we can't blame that can we?
But I will say that everywhere I go, I find more and more peeps who are either GF or have a family member that is GF. I never knew it existed until this past year. Now, it's a huge part of my life.
Having a stomach disease sucks, but honestly if you know someone who has battled stomach problems for years, please encourage them to keep at their doctor. It took six years to find my "problem" and now eight months later, I'm healthier, happier and my life doesn't revolve around my pain.
Except there is no magical cure. Proper diet and stress management are key.
Now if only I could practice what I preach, lol.
Next time your having that slice of pizza or cake, think about me. I'm still learning to bake with rice flour and it sucks. ;)
Over and out.
I've noticed that larger cities have websites leading you to lists of restaurants that are gluten free, however even though I'm 40 minutes from a major western city, notta! Nothing! Zip!
I've taken to calling restuarants out of the blue on a whim and asking if they are gluten free friendly. If they ask me to repeat that, I hang up. I tried carrying little notecards in my purse, didn't help. I've found three places to eat that doesn't cripple me afterwards; I stalk them.
Otherwise I've given up eating out. I have learned to carry snacks and beef jerky in my purse. To have a smoothy instead of a meal when I'm stuck out and about. Except I find that there are days I go without eating.
Today was such a day.
Couldn't figure out why I was exhausted, overwhelmed and besieged. I never cry but found myself tearing up all evening. Until I sat down to eat dinner and realized that it was the first thing I'd eaten all day.
I really need a buy a vowel sometimes. And peeps, the blonde ain't natural so we can't blame that can we?
But I will say that everywhere I go, I find more and more peeps who are either GF or have a family member that is GF. I never knew it existed until this past year. Now, it's a huge part of my life.
Having a stomach disease sucks, but honestly if you know someone who has battled stomach problems for years, please encourage them to keep at their doctor. It took six years to find my "problem" and now eight months later, I'm healthier, happier and my life doesn't revolve around my pain.
Except there is no magical cure. Proper diet and stress management are key.
Now if only I could practice what I preach, lol.
Next time your having that slice of pizza or cake, think about me. I'm still learning to bake with rice flour and it sucks. ;)
Over and out.
Memoirs of A "Whelmed" Mom
Duchess coined the phrase "whelmed" at our house. Since sometimes she wasn't overwhelmed or underwhelmed (is that a word) so it's "whelmed".
And today I'm feeling very "whelmed".
I'm in the final countdown of my lastest semester. Which apparently in "teacher-ese" means overload the living crap out of your students. Add surprise assignments, email them follow-up questions, make that hour long test due in 20 minutes! Surprise, work for that A baby!
I'm "whelmed" with hate right now for teachers.
But I'm writing that extra paper on late adulthood and retirement. I'm doing that essay question on Keizen methods for target costing. Not liking it, but got a good grip on it.
Then I realized that in anticipation for my next class, I ordered the wrong school book. I ordered a teacher's manuel. I swear if it has answers in it, I'm gonna have a serious MORAL problem about sending it back.
I spent the weekend cooking like crazy to make my life easier this week. Thank you Jesus for that inspiration. When going through the list tonight I gave the kids the menu: tortilla soup, meatloaf, or roast. Princess: meatloaf, Duchess: all of it, can I get fries with that?
You guessed it, "whelmed"
The Man is well, just in another state, so I'm solo.
Duchess is running a fever, tummy ache and tomorrow I have another swamped day. I'm not real sure what I'm gonna do there. Poor thing, feels horrible and wants her momma.
Laundry is starting to take over the basement floor. I actually went through, dug out enough jeans to get them through the week and washed those. I suck :) but with a smile
Murphy smells. Need to get grass in backyard, as two days after a bath, he reeks of "I've rolled in the dirt mommy". Not cool.
Murphy has taken to sleeping with Princess, cause apparently he doesn't like sleeping in the choke hold. So I'm stuck snuggling to a pillow.
Princess wants to know why Lincoln was killed and by who and how and where and OMG, is it bad to steer her towards wikipedia?
And the last little piggy went wee-wee-wee all the way home.
Venting does a body good. Especially if you're measuring the amount of stress in your life by how many tummy pills you chew throughout the day.
Much love, but I have to finish target costing, later dude.
And today I'm feeling very "whelmed".
I'm in the final countdown of my lastest semester. Which apparently in "teacher-ese" means overload the living crap out of your students. Add surprise assignments, email them follow-up questions, make that hour long test due in 20 minutes! Surprise, work for that A baby!
I'm "whelmed" with hate right now for teachers.
But I'm writing that extra paper on late adulthood and retirement. I'm doing that essay question on Keizen methods for target costing. Not liking it, but got a good grip on it.
Then I realized that in anticipation for my next class, I ordered the wrong school book. I ordered a teacher's manuel. I swear if it has answers in it, I'm gonna have a serious MORAL problem about sending it back.
I spent the weekend cooking like crazy to make my life easier this week. Thank you Jesus for that inspiration. When going through the list tonight I gave the kids the menu: tortilla soup, meatloaf, or roast. Princess: meatloaf, Duchess: all of it, can I get fries with that?
You guessed it, "whelmed"
The Man is well, just in another state, so I'm solo.
Duchess is running a fever, tummy ache and tomorrow I have another swamped day. I'm not real sure what I'm gonna do there. Poor thing, feels horrible and wants her momma.
Laundry is starting to take over the basement floor. I actually went through, dug out enough jeans to get them through the week and washed those. I suck :) but with a smile
Murphy smells. Need to get grass in backyard, as two days after a bath, he reeks of "I've rolled in the dirt mommy". Not cool.
Murphy has taken to sleeping with Princess, cause apparently he doesn't like sleeping in the choke hold. So I'm stuck snuggling to a pillow.
Princess wants to know why Lincoln was killed and by who and how and where and OMG, is it bad to steer her towards wikipedia?
And the last little piggy went wee-wee-wee all the way home.
Venting does a body good. Especially if you're measuring the amount of stress in your life by how many tummy pills you chew throughout the day.
Much love, but I have to finish target costing, later dude.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Happy Birthday Mom!
The girls and I helped celebrate my mom's birthday today, that was fun. I baked all day. Non GF and GF which meant it truly was a special occassion, as I don't normally allow non GF food in my kitchen now.
Except her chocolate cake was just that real flour and chocolate, with strawberries. I rock.
Princess was in charge of gifts.
Duchess in charge of candles.
And Mim's was in charge of bringing the party-sass! She rocked it.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
It took seven years to find the perfect piece for my livingroom but I prevailed. Finally. It came yesterday and I must say I'm in love. Perfect color, 85% off on clearance, HUGE, and all solid wood. Be still my heart.... (pant pant)
Although it makes my tv look quite puny........
It's perfect.
Don't judge my bench, it faces my kitchen and has become the catch all of bags and purses. Fun, handy! Whew-hoo.
Although the Murphy boy isn't a real fan of the livingroom re-arrange. He's a hater.
Duchess is just pissed that Princess has a neighbor friend over for a quick imprompt playdate and she's the odd ball out. Poor pouty baby girl.
Although it makes my tv look quite puny........
It's perfect.
Don't judge my bench, it faces my kitchen and has become the catch all of bags and purses. Fun, handy! Whew-hoo.Although the Murphy boy isn't a real fan of the livingroom re-arrange. He's a hater.Duchess is just pissed that Princess has a neighbor friend over for a quick imprompt playdate and she's the odd ball out. Poor pouty baby girl.She gets that from me.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Mommy "The Hammer:
I've been a big ole softie since The Man went to work in Texas. Well that ended last night. They are getting away with murder folks, they murdered my house, my car and dog pooh is taking over my yard. So I brought out the hammer.
We had us a come to Jesus last night about who was helping more around the house.....
Who was cleaning out their drawers and putting their clothes away properly. This includes making sure dirty clothes get into the basket. It's not cool when they have to sniff it to see if its clean. I have started tucking them in from the doorway, it's safer.
Who is stepping up with some of the odd chores, like bath the dog....this went over well, snort. They used 7 (count them 7) towels and took three tries to dry him completely. But it was a chore that got done while I was cooking dinner and folding laundry.
Who was now in charge of feeding the dog....and who takes so long to properly count out his food that the dog loses interest, note him in the background, he's given up on eating any time soon.
Then there's the matter of dog pooh.....cause my beautiful fence is in. Which means that it's dirt, and lately snow. But the sheer amount of dog pooh was killing me. I didn't have the heart to take a picture of them tag-teaming pooh. Duchess dragging around a huge trash bag, with gloves on. Princess with the scooper, grabber thing and a disguisted look on her face.
We had us a come to Jesus last night about who was helping more around the house.....
Who was cleaning out their drawers and putting their clothes away properly. This includes making sure dirty clothes get into the basket. It's not cool when they have to sniff it to see if its clean. I have started tucking them in from the doorway, it's safer.
Who is stepping up with some of the odd chores, like bath the dog....this went over well, snort. They used 7 (count them 7) towels and took three tries to dry him completely. But it was a chore that got done while I was cooking dinner and folding laundry.
Who was now in charge of feeding the dog....and who takes so long to properly count out his food that the dog loses interest, note him in the background, he's given up on eating any time soon.Then there's the matter of dog pooh.....cause my beautiful fence is in. Which means that it's dirt, and lately snow. But the sheer amount of dog pooh was killing me. I didn't have the heart to take a picture of them tag-teaming pooh. Duchess dragging around a huge trash bag, with gloves on. Princess with the scooper, grabber thing and a disguisted look on her face. At least I had a few minutes to sit on the couch with my feet up and flip through the mail peacefully.......snicker.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Parole
The Man was paroled this past weekend....well that is to say, he flew in from South Texas where he is working to have some family time. The best weekend ever.
Not only was he a little sunburnt (a nice reminder of South Texas sun and heat) but he had safety glasses lines. Poor guy, still looked as awesome as always. The kids were beside themselves. While waiting at the airport for him to deplane, Duchess just couldn't take the stress anymore.....she burst into tears. Such an emotional reaction for her, she just couldn't wait a second longer.
Not only was he a little sunburnt (a nice reminder of South Texas sun and heat) but he had safety glasses lines. Poor guy, still looked as awesome as always. The kids were beside themselves. While waiting at the airport for him to deplane, Duchess just couldn't take the stress anymore.....she burst into tears. Such an emotional reaction for her, she just couldn't wait a second longer. We shopped, ate, slept in and napped. We spoiled the kids and ourselves and then it was over too soon. Back to Texas he goes, but this uncomplicated weekend full of fun and joy made it totally worthwhile.
We got this. And he's coming back at Easter, things are pretty dang good around here.
Just gotta stay on top of school, the kids' school, packing lunches, giving baths, washing hair, braiding waist lenth hair, finding time to bath Murphy, snow in my yard again. Having an expired registration and getting pulled over twice in 24 hours, once in the parking lot of Jiffy Lube where I was trying to get my vehicle inspection/emissions to do my registration. Having the pleasure of handing over my conceal weapons permit and getting a shocked look from those Utah cops and most of all, keeping my girls happy.
If I can do all of this, I'll stay on top of my game. I can so do all this right? This is what keeps me young. There is something to be said for that.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Obviously Not Busy Enough
Since The Man has gone, I've found myself with a tiny window of time. Time that is not best spend staring at the wall, so I have been painting again. When you consider it took me 6 months to finish my last one, I bet its surprising that I managed to finish this one is 2 days. However, it needed something.
So I busted into Lowes on my lunch and found some crack glaze for walls. We'll see how this works. I've glazed it up real good.
So we'll see how it looks 24 hours later.
So I busted into Lowes on my lunch and found some crack glaze for walls. We'll see how this works. I've glazed it up real good.
So we'll see how it looks 24 hours later. Then if it's not completely ruined, I'm shipping it home to Lousisiana. At least my Nanny likes my art, lol.
Accounting is in week 3, so is psych. I'd rather have sharp sticks under my nails than do this again ever!
