I had the tween and the dog. At one point I put her in the car equilvent of a corner but otherwise 1600 miles of jamming out. We got here and promptly I fell on ice and busted my ankle. Bagged snow is useful, who knew
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Chasing the sunset
We made pueblo and we crashed. We have the two vehicle train going west and north. I started my day on a tank top and its now 19 degrees. Duck a fudge. Cold. Tomorrow we head to Idapimp.
Friday, November 25, 2011
On the road again
Well we are officially three days behind on move. Thanks to moving company. But we are Idaho bound. Two adults, two cars, two kids, one dog. God help us
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Awe
Sometimes life slows down to a creepy crawl. In the middle of utter chaos, it's almost like someone threw the slow-mo switch. Today in the middle of cleaning out my fridge I had a moment. I thought about the upcoming move and how I was equally excited and mourning. I'm excited to go be with Dave on his ground and I'm mourning what I feel like I'm leaving behind. Except I'm not leaving the good stuff behind. God is so good to me.
My momma may not be in the same state with them this time next week but she's there. I can literally feel her in the same room with me when I talk to her. She's there! That's enough. She's the reason I am how I am today, she gave me the tools to be who I be. (So blame her if you have a problem with that, lol)
My bestie, BA will not physically be in the same state as well but nobody has the same stupid sense of humor as me. Nobody else likes to sit their ass in the same chair and watch tv together while talking shit and trading insults on facebook, like her. I've learned this leason with two other dear besties that to this day are urgently important in my life so I'm just gonna take her with me.
My work was a journey I so needed. But I made connections there I'll take with me and the peace that the journey brought will be with me.
This morning I sat across from Duch and had two typical Duchess conversations. 1. We need to google barrior islands because she is fascinated by them and wants to know how many are in the US. Ummm I have no clue. 2. Did I know there are a million different "nicknames" for the toliet. This kid is hysterically smart and she truely is a unique cat. I love that about her.
Prin is happy a little lark in the woods with her daddy and Don-Don hunting. She texts me about every hour to see what I'm doing without her. I may not be physically there, but I'm with her. Get the connection yet.......
And Dave, well we talked earlier about a number of random things and just hearing the smiling pride in his voice being there with his firstborn on her first hunting trip just brings this all into focus.
He's missed alot of firsts in their lives but previously that was out of our hands. Now, by working his ass off and making his own scheduling flexible and US MOVING to where his job is......... he's not gonna miss anymore firsts.
I'm in awe of how blessed my life is.
I'm picky about the people I let into my life and even pickier about the people that get to stay in my life but there is reason.
I'm honing in on the important, the necessary and the rest is static that I don't need. I'm just embracing my blessings today.
And trying to figure out how I've missed that rotted onion decomposing in the back of the veggie drawer of the fridge, nasty!
My momma may not be in the same state with them this time next week but she's there. I can literally feel her in the same room with me when I talk to her. She's there! That's enough. She's the reason I am how I am today, she gave me the tools to be who I be. (So blame her if you have a problem with that, lol)
My bestie, BA will not physically be in the same state as well but nobody has the same stupid sense of humor as me. Nobody else likes to sit their ass in the same chair and watch tv together while talking shit and trading insults on facebook, like her. I've learned this leason with two other dear besties that to this day are urgently important in my life so I'm just gonna take her with me.
My work was a journey I so needed. But I made connections there I'll take with me and the peace that the journey brought will be with me.
This morning I sat across from Duch and had two typical Duchess conversations. 1. We need to google barrior islands because she is fascinated by them and wants to know how many are in the US. Ummm I have no clue. 2. Did I know there are a million different "nicknames" for the toliet. This kid is hysterically smart and she truely is a unique cat. I love that about her.
Prin is happy a little lark in the woods with her daddy and Don-Don hunting. She texts me about every hour to see what I'm doing without her. I may not be physically there, but I'm with her. Get the connection yet.......
And Dave, well we talked earlier about a number of random things and just hearing the smiling pride in his voice being there with his firstborn on her first hunting trip just brings this all into focus.
He's missed alot of firsts in their lives but previously that was out of our hands. Now, by working his ass off and making his own scheduling flexible and US MOVING to where his job is......... he's not gonna miss anymore firsts.
I'm in awe of how blessed my life is.
I'm picky about the people I let into my life and even pickier about the people that get to stay in my life but there is reason.
I'm honing in on the important, the necessary and the rest is static that I don't need. I'm just embracing my blessings today.
And trying to figure out how I've missed that rotted onion decomposing in the back of the veggie drawer of the fridge, nasty!
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Break time....
The house is clean, kinda. Okay the oven is immaculate (I'm so not cooking it in now Damn that wad work). The stovetop looks new. The bathrooms are sparkling. This is all after spending the night with BA watching a studly sparkly guy woo and finally sex up the emo girl and spawn a baby destined for a werewolf. Yummy.
So now it's me and Duch. Prin and Dave are at the hunting camp. They be back later, just in time for move.
And I'm currently waiting on my toes to dry. Dark grey polish, how Goth of me. And I'm doing it sitting in BA's confuse reclined. Dinner is cooked and I'm waiting on her ass to drag in here from work. I'm a great friend.... Scratch that shit I'm not doing the dishes. But B leaves for Oregon to spend thanksgiving with fam and I'm leaving the state Wed. So I'm getting my bfffff time when I can.
This reminds me, I'm totally scheduling trips to go hang out and paint my toes at my other bffffs house cause this is kinda cool.
Peace out
Phase 1 Complete
Liquid Goo Phase complete. Otherwise known as complete my last day at work and withdraw the children from school phase. Yesterday was busy and I was running around like a mad cow trying to get everything as up to date and under control as possible for my guys. Then the food was delivered and the potluck sides put out but before everyone started eating, I left. The goodbye were so hard. I wasn't done there, I still had things to accomplish for them and I really will miss my family there! I cried and prayed the whole way home thanking God for giving me that opportunity because after my former job, I needed to have that family experience. I needed to see that I could fit in and work somewhere that I loved and was happy to jump out of my car each morning. It was a huge blessing. One that I will treasure!!!!
Then it was straight home to clean my raccoon eyes and head to the schools. It took less than an hour to withdraw both kids from their respective schools. I was so pleased that they were both adamant that they wished I would reconsider and leave the girls, lol. My babies will be missed. Their grades are great and they are happy kids that fit in well wherever they go, got to love them Military Brats!
I managed to get me some B time to snuggle with Boo on the couch watching preschooler shows (I literally felt my IQ dropping, wow those shows suck) and then it was off to the airport to pick up Dave.
Dave flew in to "help" with the move.
Dave probably flew in to ascertain that my sentimental ass actually leaves the state of Texas on time. I can't blame him, lol. Except, since Princess is happily tucked in at the hunting camp for her first season with Pepaw.... that is where he is headed this morning, lol. He's off to hunt till Monday with her and I'll get most of the ground work done here before we joins me for the final push. The movers get here Wednesday. Watch us get busy up in this mug!!!!!!!!!!!
So gotta scrub this house and finish laundry and drag all the boxes out of attic. Time to get this place ready for the packers cause all I'm doing is emptying the trash. My guy is a stud. And what better way to ensure I leave Texas on time than to have someone else pack my ass up. I'm just saying.
Cross your fingers and hope that the automatic oven cleaner works like a charm cause otherwise I'll spend the rest of my day inside the belly of that nasty beast. Damn Prin and her sloppy baking habits. Damn me and lack of notice till just now of the gross ass oven. Sigh.
Later peeps, I got to go buy some rubber gloves and a sonic drink. Oh and some rum for later. Cause all the rum is gone.
Then it was straight home to clean my raccoon eyes and head to the schools. It took less than an hour to withdraw both kids from their respective schools. I was so pleased that they were both adamant that they wished I would reconsider and leave the girls, lol. My babies will be missed. Their grades are great and they are happy kids that fit in well wherever they go, got to love them Military Brats!
I managed to get me some B time to snuggle with Boo on the couch watching preschooler shows (I literally felt my IQ dropping, wow those shows suck) and then it was off to the airport to pick up Dave.
Dave flew in to "help" with the move.
Dave probably flew in to ascertain that my sentimental ass actually leaves the state of Texas on time. I can't blame him, lol. Except, since Princess is happily tucked in at the hunting camp for her first season with Pepaw.... that is where he is headed this morning, lol. He's off to hunt till Monday with her and I'll get most of the ground work done here before we joins me for the final push. The movers get here Wednesday. Watch us get busy up in this mug!!!!!!!!!!!
So gotta scrub this house and finish laundry and drag all the boxes out of attic. Time to get this place ready for the packers cause all I'm doing is emptying the trash. My guy is a stud. And what better way to ensure I leave Texas on time than to have someone else pack my ass up. I'm just saying.
Cross your fingers and hope that the automatic oven cleaner works like a charm cause otherwise I'll spend the rest of my day inside the belly of that nasty beast. Damn Prin and her sloppy baking habits. Damn me and lack of notice till just now of the gross ass oven. Sigh.
Later peeps, I got to go buy some rubber gloves and a sonic drink. Oh and some rum for later. Cause all the rum is gone.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
It's a tough job but somebody had to do it
The kid had plans. The kid leaves in morning for hunting camp. Her first year hunting with her own gun.... Handed down three generations. So I sucked it up and shopped for her gear.... Cause we are Dang near the same size.... I know cause lazy butt kid wore my new levi jeans to the ballgame... Sigh.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
The Shit Storm is Coming
Well tomorrow is my last full day at work. I'm not ready, they are not ready. But it is whatever the hell it is. So the mover called today and generally ducked up my plans for the next two well thought out plans. OMGawd, they're gonna kill me. They are picking up my crap on the 23rd, that's next Wed right? And delivering them to Idaho home on the 26th, that is a week from Sat right? HOLY SHIT.
And why is the RUM gone? I need some rum to process this shite. So I'm gonna take a deeeeeep breath and then make a list. And another list, and yet another list. Oh sweet peas the lists that will be going on over here. Good grief.
Pray for me. I needs it badly yo.
And why is the RUM gone? I need some rum to process this shite. So I'm gonna take a deeeeeep breath and then make a list. And another list, and yet another list. Oh sweet peas the lists that will be going on over here. Good grief.
Pray for me. I needs it badly yo.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
There are some things that are just wrong!!!!
So I just got a call from my bestie...... "get your ass in the bathroom...... tornado". So there starts my evening. Except we get the all clear and we're all stacked up in the dining room eatting deli roasted chicken, quick mashed tators, and coleslaw then Duchess disappears to the bathroom.
She is yelling at me from three rooms away......... she wants her book.
On the toliet.
And sitting next to her, a plate of chicken.
I took the chicken away.
Ewwwwwwwwwwwww
Really child?
I don't know which proper, manner lecture this falls under but I gotta find one! Stat!
She is yelling at me from three rooms away......... she wants her book.
On the toliet.
And sitting next to her, a plate of chicken.
I took the chicken away.
Ewwwwwwwwwwwww
Really child?
I don't know which proper, manner lecture this falls under but I gotta find one! Stat!
Monday, November 14, 2011
Thou Shalt Not Piss Me Off-fa-fa
I am not a patient person. I'm also not a good person, a friendly person or even on a good day, a thoughtful person. I try really hard to always put things into perspective but there are things that really light my fire, to be fair I'll just give you the short list of things not to do to me:
1. put down my kids (this includes, smack talking, being rude, and etc)
2. ignore my kids (unless you don't care for us then go ahead and ignore us, makes life easier but if you are part of their life, act it)
3. talk crap about my marriage (Dave was completely right when he told me that most people look from the outside in and don't understand our life and how we do things, so what you don't understand... leave alone)
4. be malicious and spiteful (this will get you cut off and cut out of my life with a speedy ax chop, and I will sleep like a baby afterwards)
5. expect things of me when you offer nothing in return (yep, this is a big one! I'll bend over backwards for people but if you EXPECT something from me then you'll be sorely mistaken.)
I'm not a doormat. I'm also not the maid to clean up messes left by others.
That said, tonight I'm seething mad at somebody that was thoughtless and rude. I'd like to think that normally I'd turn the other cheek but right now I'm thinking of ways to curb my pissiness. Oh and I'm about to defriend me like a million people on fb too cause that ain't helping none either.
So I will not be snarky and send an ugly email.
So I will not be snarky and post an ugly "up - your- ass" post
So I will turn off computer because I'm having trouble with not being snarky.
Yep, it's time to unplug the electronics in the house until I can trust myself again.
Stupid people suck
1. put down my kids (this includes, smack talking, being rude, and etc)
2. ignore my kids (unless you don't care for us then go ahead and ignore us, makes life easier but if you are part of their life, act it)
3. talk crap about my marriage (Dave was completely right when he told me that most people look from the outside in and don't understand our life and how we do things, so what you don't understand... leave alone)
4. be malicious and spiteful (this will get you cut off and cut out of my life with a speedy ax chop, and I will sleep like a baby afterwards)
5. expect things of me when you offer nothing in return (yep, this is a big one! I'll bend over backwards for people but if you EXPECT something from me then you'll be sorely mistaken.)
I'm not a doormat. I'm also not the maid to clean up messes left by others.
That said, tonight I'm seething mad at somebody that was thoughtless and rude. I'd like to think that normally I'd turn the other cheek but right now I'm thinking of ways to curb my pissiness. Oh and I'm about to defriend me like a million people on fb too cause that ain't helping none either.
So I will not be snarky and send an ugly email.
So I will not be snarky and post an ugly "up - your- ass" post
So I will turn off computer because I'm having trouble with not being snarky.
Yep, it's time to unplug the electronics in the house until I can trust myself again.
Stupid people suck
Friday, November 11, 2011
Catch Up....
Well I'm in the middle of a much needed break. Roadtripping again, but this one is just for me. I'm sitting in my Nanny's house beside the fireplace all toasty and hopped up on cough meds. Perfect combination. It's my last trip to Louisiana before our move to Idaho and it's tugging at my heart pretty hard. I know I could never live here but I do like being so close. Maybe one day in the future we'll live near enough again so I can just jump in the jeep and drive over whenever the urge hits.
But since I can't sleep yet, perfect time to play catch up. Trip down memory lane real quick to hit the high notes of the last month. Life has been pretty crazy but that is nothing new around here.
More to come soon. Next week I finish out my last week at work and then move into hunting week at the camp with the kids. Hoping Prin gets her first deer this year!!!!!!!!!!!
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Fish on the Hook
I was recently reminded of a story from the "dating years". To this day, this story makes me want to smack him upside the back of his head. But for the record, when you're fishing with your guy and you've got a "thing" about touching live fish stuck on your hook......... there is actually little fish grabber thingys that you can use to hold the slippery bastards while removing the hook. That would have been nice to know before I kill the damn fish trying multiple things to do to get his ass off my hook... you know things like dragging him over rocks when I thought Dave wasn't looking, or stepping on his tail and yanking real hard (again when I hoped Dave wasn't looking), or even just whipping your damn rod around like a crazy woman in frustration before said laughing dork ( I mean Dave ) comes over with said handy tool. That poor fish hopefully has a CASTLE and a huge lazyboy chair up in Heaven cause I put his little nasty butt through hell over that whole hook thing before he gave up the ghost. I might have cried a little too over that afterwards, I felt kinda bad.
But the point of that............. well, this week I'm the damn fish. Work has it's hook in me and I'm fighting like crazy trying to get off and they are dragging my butt over the rocks. Bless their hearts. There is no replacement authorized for me till Jan. So every project, every deadline has all been moved up to be completed by me before I leave. They are totally wigging.
I feel them. I've been here before. Poor damn fish.
I'm gonna miss the hell of that place and those people.
But the point of that............. well, this week I'm the damn fish. Work has it's hook in me and I'm fighting like crazy trying to get off and they are dragging my butt over the rocks. Bless their hearts. There is no replacement authorized for me till Jan. So every project, every deadline has all been moved up to be completed by me before I leave. They are totally wigging.
I feel them. I've been here before. Poor damn fish.
I'm gonna miss the hell of that place and those people.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
We B Moving
Well it's official. I wanted to wait until it was completely official but it's now that time. Dave's promotion means less travel and less travel means more time in Idaho twiddling his thumbs at night in the apartment he shares with a coworker. The same coworker who's family lives in another state and is in the process of beginning a move as well. The same coworker who has two teenaged boys living with him. So this means that Dave pulled the card: so we b moving. I follow his lead so here we goooooooooooooo.
Idaho. Now if you know me, then I bet money I know what you're thinking. Yeah, I swore that I'd never come back to Utah after getting the hell out of crazy ville dodge BUT it's a state away. And, I've learned many lessons since then so I'm taking this self-realization, my tattoo and dyed hair, rum and coke drinking, cig smoking, Jesus loving, southern girl baptist self right on up there. And I'm gonna work it baby!
In the boonies, this new town of ours is tiny and far removed from city life and I can't wait. While on my vacation, we got a house, signed the contract (hence the sneak a peek pic on the main page), we've contracted the movers and I gave notice at work. Giving notice about damn near killed me, can I just say.
It's now an all out free for all trying to get crap to the point to where we can go.
The kids are excited. They are ready for a move and while they will miss their friends/schools they are making the steps needed to "take them with us" via phone calls, internet and etc. Not to mention, scheduling trips this summer for "play dates" lol.
It's with a very sad heart that I'm leaving my job here though. I love my work, I love the people I work with and I will spend the next two weeks busting my butt to get them ready for life after me. My boss is an oak and is bending over backwards to make sure I can squeeze in dr appts and kids' school stuff as needed while I try and get the office ready for life after me. They have my ego all swollen and puffy but I know that they'll be just fine. I just have to make sure to leave them with a big ole "SOP" on how to do things until my replacement gets authorized. Then whoever takes over after me will have a starting place. It's more than I had. I kinda feel like I'm losing a family made up of all older, crazy uncles but dang I can already tell I'm gonna get misty eyed when it's time to hand over my keys and badge. Crap!
So now that it's all out here, I can post all along the way.
So here we go.............
Idaho. Now if you know me, then I bet money I know what you're thinking. Yeah, I swore that I'd never come back to Utah after getting the hell out of crazy ville dodge BUT it's a state away. And, I've learned many lessons since then so I'm taking this self-realization, my tattoo and dyed hair, rum and coke drinking, cig smoking, Jesus loving, southern girl baptist self right on up there. And I'm gonna work it baby!
In the boonies, this new town of ours is tiny and far removed from city life and I can't wait. While on my vacation, we got a house, signed the contract (hence the sneak a peek pic on the main page), we've contracted the movers and I gave notice at work. Giving notice about damn near killed me, can I just say.
It's now an all out free for all trying to get crap to the point to where we can go.
The kids are excited. They are ready for a move and while they will miss their friends/schools they are making the steps needed to "take them with us" via phone calls, internet and etc. Not to mention, scheduling trips this summer for "play dates" lol.
It's with a very sad heart that I'm leaving my job here though. I love my work, I love the people I work with and I will spend the next two weeks busting my butt to get them ready for life after me. My boss is an oak and is bending over backwards to make sure I can squeeze in dr appts and kids' school stuff as needed while I try and get the office ready for life after me. They have my ego all swollen and puffy but I know that they'll be just fine. I just have to make sure to leave them with a big ole "SOP" on how to do things until my replacement gets authorized. Then whoever takes over after me will have a starting place. It's more than I had. I kinda feel like I'm losing a family made up of all older, crazy uncles but dang I can already tell I'm gonna get misty eyed when it's time to hand over my keys and badge. Crap!
So now that it's all out here, I can post all along the way.
So here we go.............
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
We B Shooters
So the H4G people are avid gun nuts. (Have you guessed that yet?) And this past week, we got to play with our guns in TWO different states. Cause we rock like that yo!
So let's compare Dave's gun club with mine...... Idaho verses Texas.
And boy do I love watching the man shoot handguns.
Happy shooters!
Trip info and pics coming soon! I'm home and everyone has the stomach plague. Yuck
Friday, October 14, 2011
What is this sleep thing?
So interesting thing about our trip, the little hot springs area Dave found for our getaway is right next to a set of train tracks. Trains run about every 30 minutes.
That sound brings a smile to my face everytime. It reminds me of growing up at my Nannys house, right next to the tracks. How every night growing up, I laid in my bef listening to the train go through my hometown.
It's a comforting sound, which has to explain how I slept like a rock for 10 hours last night. I never sleep like that. Ever. Trains plus Dave, well its the best sleep incentive on earth for me.
I woke up starving with NO bags under my eyes for the first time in forever. I'll take it!
More from trip, part 1
So far, I've seen his place here and met his coworkers. Had a great evening in a fun built for six, found a cute little town to checkout. Now traveling thru a small valley to get to next mountain, crazy but they actually live in the mountains. Not just seeing them in the distance.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Check in.... Idaho
Middle of no where but beautiful country and enjoying the company. We haven't even turned on the radio! Enjoying my time with Dave. I needed this.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
From the road......
This blog will be brought to you via the road for the next week: I is taking a road trip. So be prepared for some Griswald stories (which is the usual for any thing that has to do with me). Hopefully my mom and the girls will be taking pics and noting their own stories of the Mom-less week that they'll be having here too!
Stay tuned for adventures into hell.
Stay tuned for adventures into hell.
Monday, October 10, 2011
I'm Mommy
My kids haven't really lost anyone close to them since they were babies. The one death in the family of someone they knew was a beloved older great-uncle who was well on in his years and did not come as a surprise. This could be a blessing that they've yet to experience this or maybe not really, as it hasn't given them the ability to really process death.
Prin came home today with a story that just broke my heart. A girl from her league team lost her mom this past weekend. The girl was the one who found her, according to the teachers who must not have realized that their 7th graders have ears. The mom had taken the girl and a friend to the beach and wasn't feeling good so went to sit out in the car for a few. The girl found her mom dead. Everyone found out when the girls dad came in today to withdraw her from school and begin her mom to where he lives.
Prin seems fine and I watched her closely all night for any kind of reaction. It was the smallest little tells but they were there. She popped up to say hi when I was in the tub, she followed me outside in the dark when I was out there taking the trash out. She should have been asleep but 20 minutes ago she came in here to "get a drink of water" and see what I was doing.
So I took her and crawled up in her bed. We snuggled and I started telling (re-telling really) stories of how funny she was as a kid. My oldest, my first born. From the age of six months to a year, Dave was deployed and I had her all to myself for those huge milestones. Crawling, talking, teething, standing and walking. And in typical Prin style not one of those incidents came about normally. She was my constant companion and we were a tight pair but boy did that kid give me a run for my money. We both laughed until we cried. And when I held her hand while she prayed, she snuggled under my chin just like she did when she was small enough for me to rock to sleep each night.
She also broke my heart cause when I kissed her forehead and leaned over to click off her bedside light, she whispered "I'm okay Mommy, I just love you". She never calls me mommy. It's been YEARS since she's done that and it instantly cracked me. I just hugged her and reminded her that I was healthy and not going anywhere.
It's moments like this that remind me that those precious little babies that we were given to grow with and raise, are still there......... still buried inside those messy, constantly eating, laundry making tweens and pre-tweens that they are today.
And I'll always be mommy when they need me.
Just like my mom is to me.
Prin came home today with a story that just broke my heart. A girl from her league team lost her mom this past weekend. The girl was the one who found her, according to the teachers who must not have realized that their 7th graders have ears. The mom had taken the girl and a friend to the beach and wasn't feeling good so went to sit out in the car for a few. The girl found her mom dead. Everyone found out when the girls dad came in today to withdraw her from school and begin her mom to where he lives.
Prin seems fine and I watched her closely all night for any kind of reaction. It was the smallest little tells but they were there. She popped up to say hi when I was in the tub, she followed me outside in the dark when I was out there taking the trash out. She should have been asleep but 20 minutes ago she came in here to "get a drink of water" and see what I was doing.
So I took her and crawled up in her bed. We snuggled and I started telling (re-telling really) stories of how funny she was as a kid. My oldest, my first born. From the age of six months to a year, Dave was deployed and I had her all to myself for those huge milestones. Crawling, talking, teething, standing and walking. And in typical Prin style not one of those incidents came about normally. She was my constant companion and we were a tight pair but boy did that kid give me a run for my money. We both laughed until we cried. And when I held her hand while she prayed, she snuggled under my chin just like she did when she was small enough for me to rock to sleep each night.
She also broke my heart cause when I kissed her forehead and leaned over to click off her bedside light, she whispered "I'm okay Mommy, I just love you". She never calls me mommy. It's been YEARS since she's done that and it instantly cracked me. I just hugged her and reminded her that I was healthy and not going anywhere.
It's moments like this that remind me that those precious little babies that we were given to grow with and raise, are still there......... still buried inside those messy, constantly eating, laundry making tweens and pre-tweens that they are today.
And I'll always be mommy when they need me.
Just like my mom is to me.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
The couple that inks together......
So I finished my tattoo this weekend. The Dave Dave Guy I Crave was in town thanks to some AMA training and we got him every night and all weekend. I'm completely spoiled now. :) I got the cajun tie in I wanted and the girlie flourishes to finish it off. I'm totally in love with my wrist now! Yes please! And even better, my guy went with me. I think he got a kick out of seeing me in the chair staring at the ceiling like I was getting a pedicure instead of a tattoo. For someone who is a complete wimp when it comes to pain, I actually maintain very well when getting a tattoo. Would have never put money on that one.
So I was able to intro Dave to my tattoo guy, Joe. Joe is a piece of work and frankly after interviewing damn near every place in town, he's the only one I'd let touch me with a tattoo gun. He's funny as hell and very OCD about his work. I like it. In fact, we had to go eat and shop for an extra hour before we could get started because his tools were in the steralizer still. Sure, no prob! So this was me right after before he slathered it up and wrapped it. The idiot behind me was so out of it and I'm pretty sure it was due to his frequent trips to the restroom.
The highlight of the night was when we walked in. Joe knows me by name and everyone else looked down their nose at the "prissy" girl (snort) but when Dave walked in behind me, the place froze. In his polo shirt, clean cut self appearance... he really does look like a cop. And stands like a military guy and his poker face is awesomely hawt... I digress. Joe and Dave got on like a house on fire and when he changed shirts to get his tat, everyone sighed collectively, snicker. I take it that a sleeveless shirt that showed his other tat removes the smell of cop from him. Riiiiiiight.
Now if we could stop touching each other's left arm/wrist where we have fresh ink, this would be better.
Saturday, October 8, 2011
The High Road
There are times when I struggle to take the high road! (Surprised much?) So when there are times/things when ten years ago I would have climbed somebody like a tree but now, I breathe and try really hard to wait until I get my anger under control before I act or speak. It's seriously the hardest thing I've ever done. I literally have to take my tongue out and wrap it around my head a couple times and stand on the tip. It can still be touch or go from there though.
But knowing that I'm the first and biggest example that my kids have and see on a daily basis, that reminds me to take the high road.
This week I took the high road and it wasn't easy.
The girls had a tournement this weekend. The first couple games were good but the last two were a diaster. Good Lord it was horrible. But we wrapped up the weekend with a fun family day and then Monday I got an email. The coaches sent an email via the team mom. A generic email to all the parents that as of that day the team was disbanded. No reasons were given and gossip was running rampid.
But regardless of the fact that they broke the hearts of a bunch of little girls and left the parents to break the news to them with no notice, my kids' first words about it when I sat her down after school that day was about the money "wasted" on all the gear and etc. That adorable kid of mine wasn't worried about her, but about taxing mom and dad. I adore this kid.
I was so angry. You do something like that to my kid and then nothing...... no explanation. They left my kid and the other kids thinking that what happen went something like this: you sucked the last day of the tournament, we had several big ole coaches meetings with the kids about how they needed to try something new training wise. Then went over each and every bad move, missed move and etc with each kid in a big ole circle. Then dissolved the team. So in my head, I'm thinking great you just told the kids that they played badly for two games and you're quitting them.
Not good form.
SO while alot of other players are looking at other teams and trying out for other teams, my kid wants to just play/practice till spring. Frankly, I think this is a great move. We'll practice with a local team that is above her age level so she can still challenge herself but we're off the tournements for awhile. We're all a little gun-shy around here now.
When sitting down and logically discussing this with her, getting her wants/wishes and thoughts on it all, she wanted to know WHY. Well since I couldn't tell her, I tried not to lie and what little I knew (not good for kiddos ears) I brushed over for my 12 year old. However, I was amazed to what this child mentally shake it off and tell me that it's cool mom, we'll take the high road.
:)
But knowing that I'm the first and biggest example that my kids have and see on a daily basis, that reminds me to take the high road.
This week I took the high road and it wasn't easy.
The girls had a tournement this weekend. The first couple games were good but the last two were a diaster. Good Lord it was horrible. But we wrapped up the weekend with a fun family day and then Monday I got an email. The coaches sent an email via the team mom. A generic email to all the parents that as of that day the team was disbanded. No reasons were given and gossip was running rampid.
But regardless of the fact that they broke the hearts of a bunch of little girls and left the parents to break the news to them with no notice, my kids' first words about it when I sat her down after school that day was about the money "wasted" on all the gear and etc. That adorable kid of mine wasn't worried about her, but about taxing mom and dad. I adore this kid.
I was so angry. You do something like that to my kid and then nothing...... no explanation. They left my kid and the other kids thinking that what happen went something like this: you sucked the last day of the tournament, we had several big ole coaches meetings with the kids about how they needed to try something new training wise. Then went over each and every bad move, missed move and etc with each kid in a big ole circle. Then dissolved the team. So in my head, I'm thinking great you just told the kids that they played badly for two games and you're quitting them.
Not good form.
SO while alot of other players are looking at other teams and trying out for other teams, my kid wants to just play/practice till spring. Frankly, I think this is a great move. We'll practice with a local team that is above her age level so she can still challenge herself but we're off the tournements for awhile. We're all a little gun-shy around here now.
When sitting down and logically discussing this with her, getting her wants/wishes and thoughts on it all, she wanted to know WHY. Well since I couldn't tell her, I tried not to lie and what little I knew (not good for kiddos ears) I brushed over for my 12 year old. However, I was amazed to what this child mentally shake it off and tell me that it's cool mom, we'll take the high road.
:)
Sunday, October 2, 2011
VSU - Vaginal Support Unit
But B busted her way right around that wall I've built proving to me that God brings you the most amazing things even when you have been beaten down. She doesn't replace those special friends of my heart, like my Purse-shoe-loving photographer girl, my lifeline Coach boot wearing Okie turned perpetual Cali perfectly coiled and dressed girl. Nope she is the final addition to the trifecta that is H4G Team of Masterminds For World Domination.
So when my girl wanted to go and get her first tattoo (the last of us trifecta to have one), B decided in true B fashion to go big or go home. So what do you do when your girl wants to go get that bad boy done.
Well you go with her. And then you do whatever is needed.......
Like holding her hand
What you want see is the picture of is when they went on her side and I had her in a headlock with her legs pinned between mine. I was hunched over her, helping the tattoo-ist keep her side still and in place while she had a death grip on the back of my jeans prompting a perma wedgie. Ouch.
