little birds swirling around in my air, I'm hopeful but refuse to get my hopes UP until and only if everything falls into place effortlessly. When it's God's way, it's made easy and clear.....
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Disappointed
Blindly re-electing a man who is flushing out country down the toliet? Very disappointed in the librals tonight. And my favorite part, the quote on my facebook "woohoo a black man re-elected in a racist and biogited country"..... geeeee his skin color isn't my problem, it's his muslim tendencies and politics. Congrats.... I sincerely hope he takes those union pensions and that government pension and flushes it like social security.
Rant over, I'm going to bed. The next four years aren't on me. I voted for the business man. Not the idiot.
Rant over, I'm going to bed. The next four years aren't on me. I voted for the business man. Not the idiot.
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Chugging along.
Life in Montana remains flacid and cold. Yeah I'm not a fan. But Ima huge fan of my peeps.
Monday, October 29, 2012
Blah
I'm just blah. So here we go.... my fairy godmother with her fairy wand (somehow I keep picturing a huge hairy guy in drag whenever I think fairy godmother!) isn't going to show up and zap my grumpy sad ass out of bfe anytime soon so I gotta make this work. My cooking to keep my mind off it habit is also the reason why I'm still 20 lbs up after quitting smoking. Chunky butt is tired of being a chunky butt. I miss my thinner self. So time to get busy.
Ordered a pilates cd and workout ball for the house.... cause you know my days of walking outside in 20 and below temps are just over. Period. Over. That shit is for the birds and I ain't no bird. Come to think of it, I never see any birds just hanging around either so yeah. Once I have everyone gone and I start my chores (usually laundry or cleaning my tiny stone house) then I can do my exercise stuff. I'm also digging out my smaller free weights (hello storage unit) and a jumprope. Don't judge. I'm making a list and I have this huge problem (OCD) with a list being unfulfilled. Plan is to make a list for each day for the next two weeks. (I can always add stuff I need to do to my generic beginner list, see I've thought this shit through, don't hate because I get this little sense of accomplishment from checking something off a list) Each night before bed, put new list up on fridge.... scheming to irratate myself is a new low. Did I mention that I can resist a list?
I also made my grocery list and included stuff to start back on my protein shakes for breakfast. I'm not a breakfast eater, but I will drink a protein shake. I'm a drinker. So here we go. Pulling myself up by my bootstraps and kicking my own ass. :) Join me on my bitchy ass journal. It'll be a hoot. I'll try and make you as miserable as I am myself!
Oh and vote for Mitt.... cause at least he hasn't committed treason. Effffing Obama!
Ordered a pilates cd and workout ball for the house.... cause you know my days of walking outside in 20 and below temps are just over. Period. Over. That shit is for the birds and I ain't no bird. Come to think of it, I never see any birds just hanging around either so yeah. Once I have everyone gone and I start my chores (usually laundry or cleaning my tiny stone house) then I can do my exercise stuff. I'm also digging out my smaller free weights (hello storage unit) and a jumprope. Don't judge. I'm making a list and I have this huge problem (OCD) with a list being unfulfilled. Plan is to make a list for each day for the next two weeks. (I can always add stuff I need to do to my generic beginner list, see I've thought this shit through, don't hate because I get this little sense of accomplishment from checking something off a list) Each night before bed, put new list up on fridge.... scheming to irratate myself is a new low. Did I mention that I can resist a list?
I also made my grocery list and included stuff to start back on my protein shakes for breakfast. I'm not a breakfast eater, but I will drink a protein shake. I'm a drinker. So here we go. Pulling myself up by my bootstraps and kicking my own ass. :) Join me on my bitchy ass journal. It'll be a hoot. I'll try and make you as miserable as I am myself!
Oh and vote for Mitt.... cause at least he hasn't committed treason. Effffing Obama!
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Week in picture review
Drooling over my Studman...who has been working his butt off. Managed to get out of my pjs and dress for church. We scouted some hunting areas. They hot their tags bought. Duch had her first Halloween party. Prin headed out hunting. Duch had her last soccer game, we froze watching that crap cause according to her only bad moms sit in a heated truck to watch.... so I wrapped up and sat fieldside...I'm a sucker. Spent yesterday evening riding with Dave when he took some equipment to his guys in the field... he cracks me up. Also noted some weird stuff on the shelves, while shopping at she local wally store an hour and half from here. Started snowing here and we seeing temps in low 20s. I hate that.
Punkass Chance
Over the years, Dave has always referred to "Chance". See "Chance" is the slick shit that will show up at the door asking to talk to Princess one day. "Chance" is gonna lose his teeth. Dave has planned "Chance"s demise for years, basically since Prin could walk. Yeah, whatever his name, he'd be blond, slimy and have a gay name, Dave was convinced.
"Chance" turned out to be Jory.
This afternoon Prin walks up and hands me her phone asking if I recognize this number that was texting her. Hmmm, nope. So she asked. Turns out Jory is a boy in her English and History classes. She has no clue what he wants, lol. She was seriously freaking out and called her dad. Cause she texted little Mr. Jory and said exactly "my dad dont let me text boys" and Jory replied with "give me his number, I'll ask permission" ...... excuse me? Apparently little Montana boys have some serious BALLS. I about swollowed my tongue laughing so hard. Poor dumb boy. YOu asked for it. Happily gave over Dave's cell number.
On the way home from a drive this evening, Dave gets a very polite text from Jory with his full name and requesting permission to text Princess..... Dave is really trying to keep his shit together at this point. He texts back and then patiently sits silent.
You know I read that shit:
His response to Jory: Princess can not text boys. So no. Find a better use for your time.
bahahahahahahaha
Poor Jory.... seriously though kid, if you'd met Dave five years ago, I'd be bailing Dave out of jail for kicking your daddys ass.
"Chance" turned out to be Jory.
This afternoon Prin walks up and hands me her phone asking if I recognize this number that was texting her. Hmmm, nope. So she asked. Turns out Jory is a boy in her English and History classes. She has no clue what he wants, lol. She was seriously freaking out and called her dad. Cause she texted little Mr. Jory and said exactly "my dad dont let me text boys" and Jory replied with "give me his number, I'll ask permission" ...... excuse me? Apparently little Montana boys have some serious BALLS. I about swollowed my tongue laughing so hard. Poor dumb boy. YOu asked for it. Happily gave over Dave's cell number.
On the way home from a drive this evening, Dave gets a very polite text from Jory with his full name and requesting permission to text Princess..... Dave is really trying to keep his shit together at this point. He texts back and then patiently sits silent.
You know I read that shit:
His response to Jory: Princess can not text boys. So no. Find a better use for your time.
bahahahahahahaha
Poor Jory.... seriously though kid, if you'd met Dave five years ago, I'd be bailing Dave out of jail for kicking your daddys ass.
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
She gets that honestly....
Mom do you have a handbook? You know that book of rules and regulations? Cause at recess, me and my friends were playing tag on the castle and Mrs. Groucher tells us it's against the rules and we had to sit out. I need that handbook to prove my case. Mrs. Groucher is Mrs. Grouchy and she's wrong!
Yeah, that was my kid today. She was PISSED yo. And Mrs. Grouchy? OMG she's a snarky snot huh?
Dave was like oh hell, she's a rule bender like you! ;)
Yeah, that was my kid today. She was PISSED yo. And Mrs. Grouchy? OMG she's a snarky snot huh?
Dave was like oh hell, she's a rule bender like you! ;)
Monday, October 22, 2012
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
We Tore It Up
So I'm baaaaaaaaaaaack.
I love my husband. He rocks my world yo..... for sixteen (?) years, he's just cool as hell. And spoils me, and I totally don't deserve it. But who am I to correct his ways?
So he had his yearly budget stuff going on last week, and wouldn't you know it was in Idaho where we were previously living (remember my beautiful log cabin on the side of a mountain, yeah me too). So knowing that my Connie Poo and I were so sad since we hadn't needed bail money together in months, he offered to take us along.
Wait, you will take me back to Idaho.... and stay in that cute little bed and breakfast with the ginormous tub and the hot pools and the Connie and her kids (convientantly bffs with my kids)?
No brainer peeps.
I took about 30 soaks in that tub. Weird, turns out that Montana is very very dry. Like scaley peeling nasty ashy shitty skin dry. I'm narly looking. But Dave has determined that since I don't drink water, I must suck it in through my skin..... my skin is so freaking perfect after the hot pool soaks. But we're back now so I'll be ashy and gross in 3-2-1.....
Connie Poo and I laughed so hard that my stomach hurt bad. I wet myself once and had multiple close calls. I took over her kitchen and cooked for both families. Her teenaged son who I've rarely seen outside of his room, suddenly became my new best friend.... I think it was my chocolate chunk cookies.
We went on a double date with our husbands who are strangly very similar! They saw a boy movie and we saw Pitch Perfect, fun shit! Fat Amy cracks my chubby ass up!
I colored her hair. It didn't go well. In my defense, she picked the box color out and I just did the rinse. Wait, is it my fault if I was just the slave labor? I don't think so..... I need to discuss this with her and her extremely pinkish hair.
We got our pedis on. I have frankensteins on my big toes. Cute as hell. Shit, sorry... my inner girl was showing.
So in Idaho we also picked up some parts for Dave's latest project. We are building our own A R-1 5s.(sorry but by spreading out the name, maybe it won't pull in a keyword search) Four of them to be specific. One for each of the family, just because ....well you never know when you will need those in your arsenol. Right? Plus, can I point out that we move often with his work and there is only one small part of a build kit that is registered.... cause I'm of the opinion that one day, those registery lists will be used for something I won't like! Just sayin.....
The kids got to get some awesome shopping in... they were adorable with their allowance. Each gets a monthly allowance and I just have to point out that Dave is a freaking genius. Other than must haves and a few (very few) wants, they have to buy their own stuff. Those awesome boots that she just has to have..... out of her allowance.... those earrings that she must have.... ditto.... that toy....ditto ditto..... brilliant. In the two months since he started it, both kids have shown a new tendency to step back from the really expensive stuff if they don't really need it. Prin passed up a A&F hoodie because it was more than one month of her allowance. She is learning to disclipline herself. Did I mention that my Dave is the man? I'm just a little nervous he's gonna give me an allowance!
Oh and the 14 plus hour truck ride for this little trip? For the record... let me just say that my man has the patience of Job. If he wasn't taking us, he'd have taken a quick little plane ride and boom been there with a rental car and a nice hotel room. Instead, he got to drive my truck (I love my truck) packed with girls, girl stuff and the Murphy man who we had to drop off at doggie spa in the nearest big city.... little turd was spoilt rotten. Back to Dave, not only did he do all the driving (except the 20 minutes through Bozeman when he was napping and I took a shortcut that wound up taking us straight through west yellowstone and the damn 55 mph speed limit, urgh .... he was not amused, although he admitted it was really purty!), he also listened to all our music until he found a Randy travis gospel cd at a truck stop and played it NONSTOP... thank goodness for earplugs and my ipod... poor kids ...... He stopped everytime someone was snacky or had to pee and he did all this without a single complaint. Turns out he might really enjoy having us around all the time. huh.....
He even smiled when the CEO of his company (from Canada yo) got to meet me in my pjs.... long story short... I was just up from a nap in a sweatshirt and tights when he calls to say he was almost outside... early for the day.... yeah, the CEO was nice enough to drop him off..... at the door .... where I stood in my pjs.... he came and met me. I was so flustered. Dave got mega points for looking real proud to introduce me. Bless his heart, I'm his burden. (anybody ready to give him a medal yet?)
So now we are here, back in our little Montana town. Unpacked late last night, fell into bed with a very happy to be home Murphy man. This morning, kids went to school... Dave went to work... and then boom.... I started laundry. By noon, I'd managed to do eight small loads (dang small washer/dryer.... I miss mine but they are in storage) and I'd managed to sort all the stuff and put away. Even managed to strip bed and put on fresh bedding WHILE catching up on my shows I missed. Hello, Major Crimes and Project Runway! However, by noon.... I was at the end of my rope. Prin walks home for lunch sometimes and today when she came home.... there was nothing quick to eat so that meant that I needed to hit the grocery store for lunch stuff AND finish another eight loads of laundry. I cheated. I haven't used a laundrymat since we were E4s but I did so today yo! I rocked that dang laundrymat and got everything done in 1.14 hours. Bedding? check. Bleached my whites? check. Got all Dave's fancy dress shirts hung up and purty (never thought I'd type that shit, I might need to go back to work)....? check. Yeah, well my chores got done in time for the rain to start. Now to just clean the house.
That can wait till tomorrow. I'm going to snuggle up to my dearest husband.
I love my husband. He rocks my world yo..... for sixteen (?) years, he's just cool as hell. And spoils me, and I totally don't deserve it. But who am I to correct his ways?
So he had his yearly budget stuff going on last week, and wouldn't you know it was in Idaho where we were previously living (remember my beautiful log cabin on the side of a mountain, yeah me too). So knowing that my Connie Poo and I were so sad since we hadn't needed bail money together in months, he offered to take us along.
Wait, you will take me back to Idaho.... and stay in that cute little bed and breakfast with the ginormous tub and the hot pools and the Connie and her kids (convientantly bffs with my kids)?
No brainer peeps.
I took about 30 soaks in that tub. Weird, turns out that Montana is very very dry. Like scaley peeling nasty ashy shitty skin dry. I'm narly looking. But Dave has determined that since I don't drink water, I must suck it in through my skin..... my skin is so freaking perfect after the hot pool soaks. But we're back now so I'll be ashy and gross in 3-2-1.....
Connie Poo and I laughed so hard that my stomach hurt bad. I wet myself once and had multiple close calls. I took over her kitchen and cooked for both families. Her teenaged son who I've rarely seen outside of his room, suddenly became my new best friend.... I think it was my chocolate chunk cookies.
We went on a double date with our husbands who are strangly very similar! They saw a boy movie and we saw Pitch Perfect, fun shit! Fat Amy cracks my chubby ass up!
I colored her hair. It didn't go well. In my defense, she picked the box color out and I just did the rinse. Wait, is it my fault if I was just the slave labor? I don't think so..... I need to discuss this with her and her extremely pinkish hair.
We got our pedis on. I have frankensteins on my big toes. Cute as hell. Shit, sorry... my inner girl was showing.
So in Idaho we also picked up some parts for Dave's latest project. We are building our own A R-1 5s.(sorry but by spreading out the name, maybe it won't pull in a keyword search) Four of them to be specific. One for each of the family, just because ....well you never know when you will need those in your arsenol. Right? Plus, can I point out that we move often with his work and there is only one small part of a build kit that is registered.... cause I'm of the opinion that one day, those registery lists will be used for something I won't like! Just sayin.....
The kids got to get some awesome shopping in... they were adorable with their allowance. Each gets a monthly allowance and I just have to point out that Dave is a freaking genius. Other than must haves and a few (very few) wants, they have to buy their own stuff. Those awesome boots that she just has to have..... out of her allowance.... those earrings that she must have.... ditto.... that toy....ditto ditto..... brilliant. In the two months since he started it, both kids have shown a new tendency to step back from the really expensive stuff if they don't really need it. Prin passed up a A&F hoodie because it was more than one month of her allowance. She is learning to disclipline herself. Did I mention that my Dave is the man? I'm just a little nervous he's gonna give me an allowance!
Oh and the 14 plus hour truck ride for this little trip? For the record... let me just say that my man has the patience of Job. If he wasn't taking us, he'd have taken a quick little plane ride and boom been there with a rental car and a nice hotel room. Instead, he got to drive my truck (I love my truck) packed with girls, girl stuff and the Murphy man who we had to drop off at doggie spa in the nearest big city.... little turd was spoilt rotten. Back to Dave, not only did he do all the driving (except the 20 minutes through Bozeman when he was napping and I took a shortcut that wound up taking us straight through west yellowstone and the damn 55 mph speed limit, urgh .... he was not amused, although he admitted it was really purty!), he also listened to all our music until he found a Randy travis gospel cd at a truck stop and played it NONSTOP... thank goodness for earplugs and my ipod... poor kids ...... He stopped everytime someone was snacky or had to pee and he did all this without a single complaint. Turns out he might really enjoy having us around all the time. huh.....
He even smiled when the CEO of his company (from Canada yo) got to meet me in my pjs.... long story short... I was just up from a nap in a sweatshirt and tights when he calls to say he was almost outside... early for the day.... yeah, the CEO was nice enough to drop him off..... at the door .... where I stood in my pjs.... he came and met me. I was so flustered. Dave got mega points for looking real proud to introduce me. Bless his heart, I'm his burden. (anybody ready to give him a medal yet?)
So now we are here, back in our little Montana town. Unpacked late last night, fell into bed with a very happy to be home Murphy man. This morning, kids went to school... Dave went to work... and then boom.... I started laundry. By noon, I'd managed to do eight small loads (dang small washer/dryer.... I miss mine but they are in storage) and I'd managed to sort all the stuff and put away. Even managed to strip bed and put on fresh bedding WHILE catching up on my shows I missed. Hello, Major Crimes and Project Runway! However, by noon.... I was at the end of my rope. Prin walks home for lunch sometimes and today when she came home.... there was nothing quick to eat so that meant that I needed to hit the grocery store for lunch stuff AND finish another eight loads of laundry. I cheated. I haven't used a laundrymat since we were E4s but I did so today yo! I rocked that dang laundrymat and got everything done in 1.14 hours. Bedding? check. Bleached my whites? check. Got all Dave's fancy dress shirts hung up and purty (never thought I'd type that shit, I might need to go back to work)....? check. Yeah, well my chores got done in time for the rain to start. Now to just clean the house.
That can wait till tomorrow. I'm going to snuggle up to my dearest husband.
Friday, October 12, 2012
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Monday, October 8, 2012
Roundtrip 74321
Tomorrow bright and early.... I'm packing up some yummy baked goods, some kids, a dog heading for doggie spa, a diesel driving daddy and we heading out. Going to visit my bff...... and Dave has work. Here we go.....
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Volleyball all done
Princess had her final vb game yesterday. They won... kicking some butt. Prin did great. Sidenote: the workouts for vb..... she's lost 12 lbs. Dang, sign me up
Saturday, October 6, 2012
In business babee
Got off my lazy ass and put blogger on my phone. Its pics galore yo. Here's a brief overview of my week for ya..... snow. Soccer. Braces. Football. And more.... I'm back babee.
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Blah
I have literally been doing nothing.
Oh sure, I've done cooking, laundry, thinking about the gym, doing school work, chasing kids around and sleeping.
But otherwise I'm a boring dud....
And it snowed today.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.
PS: I'm ready to go home now please. Scotty, beam me down.....
Oh sure, I've done cooking, laundry, thinking about the gym, doing school work, chasing kids around and sleeping.
But otherwise I'm a boring dud....
And it snowed today.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.
PS: I'm ready to go home now please. Scotty, beam me down.....
Monday, September 24, 2012
Total Slacker!
Wow, I've been really slacking with me blog. Apologies! I have an excellent excuse: I've been napping. No, seriously I've been a little whelmed trying to get kids all settled and etc here in Montana. It's such a tiny little town. It's also a tiny town mentality. However, we are slowly making friends (kids are, we all know I hate people) and getting a schedule.
This past week was hysterically Griswald shit up in this murther:
So I'll be back and with pics too, swear......
This past week was hysterically Griswald shit up in this murther:
- Dave is doing his money making, boss man thing
- They tiny house is still tiny as hell
- Dave has decided to build his own AK47 ~ the only way to get around the "I promise to not buy another gun till Father's Day" pinky swear (stinker)
- Princess had her first vollyball game evah. She made the eight grade team yo. It was awesome seeing her bust her butt! Although they lost (which seems to be a town thing, their football team is sooooo bad)
- Duchess started soccer season (a measly 6 weeks long) and during practice it occured to me that she isn't a fan of running at 9 just like she wasn't a fan of running at 4, the last time we tried soccer but this was her idea). She's one of two chicks on the team, and she's the only one who isn't well versed in soccer
- Both kids are carrying strong GPA's at the new school! Yes!
- I subbed all five damn days (I'm cutting back to two days a week!)
- Dave and I both had finals.
- I upped my classes so I will grad with my MBA in May of 2013. Holy smokes.
- We register for our news classes, starting next month.
- I finished my paperwork to volunteer at the shelter and with the probation office
- Dave took me to lunch and then got called into a meeting with a client while I sat outside in his truck for an hour and a half, playing with this truck... resetting all his stations and etc.
- We finished out yearly budget.... set the budget to pay off the last remaining bill before we are debt free (except the house). What a HUGE exciting thing!
- We bought Murphy a doggie - bed since we finally acknowledge that we can NOT share a queen bed with each other and the dog. So we caved. And come bedtime, I pulled it out and slipped it right next to my side of the bed. He promptly curled up and went to sleep, I covered him with his very own blankey and he slept there the entire night. OMGosh, my back is so thankful!
- I've started stripping down pallets to get some projects done.
- I have given up and decided that I'm gonna start painting a few rooms of this place, if we are gonna stay in the tiny house, then I'm gonna make it extra comfy.
- Been reminded that the tiny house is a huge blessing! Met another family from LA: Shreveport, LA actually and they have FOUR boys and two dogs shoved into a two bedroom house so frankly, I'm thrilled with our tiny little house! Everything is relative.
So I'll be back and with pics too, swear......
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Sunday, September 16, 2012
DoucheBags
"He's a douche Bag"
Ummmm, Princess?
WTF? Yeah, that phrase came out of my sweet 13 year old kid's mouth.... So instead of running my truck into a ditch, I calmly waited till we parked (okay, not calmly but I faked it well) and then did the head spinning around, pea soup spewing thing.
Turns out, she has no clue what it means... she thought it meant bonehead.
Dave is dead meat.
So apparently, she's overheard him say that several times when something or somebody pisses him off. Usually involving traffic issues. His cover is to then say bonehead.
This wouldn't drive me absolutely insane if this wasn't repetative behavior.
I'm having flashbacks to my two year old in the backseat of his Firebird. She is all blonde curls and sweet smiles with her huge tweety bird sunglasses on and her floppy hat as we roll down Interstate 5 in southern Cali. Except, somebody cuts off Dave and he immediate response is to yell "COCK..."
Then he freezes and turns his head to me with the bug eyes.... as our precious two year old in the backseat sweetly finishes it "SUCKER"....
Yeah, true story.
I flipped my shit.
Twice now. Sigh............
Ummmm, Princess?
WTF? Yeah, that phrase came out of my sweet 13 year old kid's mouth.... So instead of running my truck into a ditch, I calmly waited till we parked (okay, not calmly but I faked it well) and then did the head spinning around, pea soup spewing thing.
Turns out, she has no clue what it means... she thought it meant bonehead.
Dave is dead meat.
So apparently, she's overheard him say that several times when something or somebody pisses him off. Usually involving traffic issues. His cover is to then say bonehead.
This wouldn't drive me absolutely insane if this wasn't repetative behavior.
I'm having flashbacks to my two year old in the backseat of his Firebird. She is all blonde curls and sweet smiles with her huge tweety bird sunglasses on and her floppy hat as we roll down Interstate 5 in southern Cali. Except, somebody cuts off Dave and he immediate response is to yell "COCK..."
Then he freezes and turns his head to me with the bug eyes.... as our precious two year old in the backseat sweetly finishes it "SUCKER"....
Yeah, true story.
I flipped my shit.
Twice now. Sigh............
Thursday, September 13, 2012
That's Mrs. Cool Teacher To You
So I decided when the kids started back to school that I would stay busy and volunteer at the schools. Then I realized that they need subs and I just happen to have a degree. So it's laughable what I'm making an hour, but I freaking love subbing for the middle school kids. They crack me up. Please Princess and I get to hang out, cause she loves having me there.
Except, now that we are three weeks in and I've worked darn near the whole time... well I've become well known. I can't go anywhere....... without a kid calling me out. I remember that this use to happen to my mom when she taught school, but it's really funny.
Until I'm in my pjs, with no makeup on and my hair is a greasy mess. Then it's all....
MOM, it's the cool teacher I was telling you about....
Little dude, that's Mrs. Cool Teacher to you.
These damn people up here do not raise their babies to be respectful at all. Good grief.
Except, now that we are three weeks in and I've worked darn near the whole time... well I've become well known. I can't go anywhere....... without a kid calling me out. I remember that this use to happen to my mom when she taught school, but it's really funny.
Until I'm in my pjs, with no makeup on and my hair is a greasy mess. Then it's all....
MOM, it's the cool teacher I was telling you about....
Little dude, that's Mrs. Cool Teacher to you.
These damn people up here do not raise their babies to be respectful at all. Good grief.
Friday, September 7, 2012
Got Me A Busy Teen
So we are settling in here in Montana. I've got my kids gently introduced into social life here. Meaning, I signed them up this summer for tennis and swimming camps. They met a few people and then boooooom, we got really freaking busy. Dangit.
So Princess joined the vollyball team. They practice four days a week, two hours a day. Grief! Keep in mind that the nearest team to play is over an hour away, so we will be doing some traveling soon.
So lucky girl has a study hall period this year since she is not a band girl and after four years, she is tired of chorus. This leaves a whole period just for homework and studying. Go girl! Eight grade homework is different here. She still has the math problems to do each night but it's not 50 like before. She has more mature projects. Last night she was scouring the net for a "feel good" news article to summarize and cite. Her response (while sitting there still in her vollyball pads)... "it'd be easier if they would actually report about something happy in the news". Truer words kid.....
After practice last night, she came in and grabbed a plate of dinner from the mircowave to scarf down while working on her schoolwork. She looked so centered and sure of herself. I love this growing kid of mine.
Until she looked up and goes "oh mom, can you put piano on hold right now and sign me up for dance?"
?????????
Seems she talked Dave into letting her juggle vollyball and dance.
You get what you ask for...... I'm convinced that this is just a ploy. I think she is determined to keep an extremely tight schedule from now till she gets her learners permit in June. Cause they can get them here at 14 freaking years old........holy shitballz.
I'm not even gonna mention that she found an old ass F150 that is for sale down the road. She wants that truck like I want a cupcake. Sigh.........
She makes me feel old.
So Princess joined the vollyball team. They practice four days a week, two hours a day. Grief! Keep in mind that the nearest team to play is over an hour away, so we will be doing some traveling soon.
So lucky girl has a study hall period this year since she is not a band girl and after four years, she is tired of chorus. This leaves a whole period just for homework and studying. Go girl! Eight grade homework is different here. She still has the math problems to do each night but it's not 50 like before. She has more mature projects. Last night she was scouring the net for a "feel good" news article to summarize and cite. Her response (while sitting there still in her vollyball pads)... "it'd be easier if they would actually report about something happy in the news". Truer words kid.....
After practice last night, she came in and grabbed a plate of dinner from the mircowave to scarf down while working on her schoolwork. She looked so centered and sure of herself. I love this growing kid of mine.
Until she looked up and goes "oh mom, can you put piano on hold right now and sign me up for dance?"
?????????
Seems she talked Dave into letting her juggle vollyball and dance.
You get what you ask for...... I'm convinced that this is just a ploy. I think she is determined to keep an extremely tight schedule from now till she gets her learners permit in June. Cause they can get them here at 14 freaking years old........holy shitballz.
I'm not even gonna mention that she found an old ass F150 that is for sale down the road. She wants that truck like I want a cupcake. Sigh.........
She makes me feel old.
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Efffffffing 90
My truck has a slight problem. Just a tiny little problem.....
I should back up. My truck, well she is a sexy beast. My kids name all our vehicles, it's their thing. Usually it's a cute name that goes with their color: Clifford the big red truck, Blacky the truck, Sage the green car.... but my truck. Well she's Fanny. As in Aunt Fanny, cause she has a huge rear end. And if you don't get it, then you haven't seen the kids movie Robots. Hysterical! But Fanny, she is a deep grey so she's kinda looking like a guy. So I put some really cute stickers on her and dont' even get me started on how funny it is to see Dave drive my chickie truck. But then he had to go and put a grill guard on her so she looks like she has a fumanchu thing going on.
But see, my truck she drives like a freaking dream.
I swear it's because she's paid for. It's gotta be the difference in paying cash for a vehicle rather than financing. This truck was the first vehicle since my high school car that I walked in and paid cash for. It felt freaking awesome!!!! And it drives awesome! There is a huge difference in the way I baby this bad boy knowing that she's paid for too......
But I get sidetracked by my cheapass ways.......
My truck drives so well that I literally fly.
As in, my truck really likes to drive 90.
Now in Texas, my car was very familiar with 90 much to my father's dismay.... but I"m a safe driver yo.
Now imagine my disappointment when we get here and word in the lower US is incorrect as Montana does indeed have a speed limit. SUCK IT. I really really looking forward to the no speed limit thing. Now highway speeds are 75, which means that I drive 84. Cause that is the way I roll. I also am constantly on the look out for a "rabbit" to follow.
But the backroads, like the one that stands between me and the town where the hubs works, the same town where we church? Yeah, it's an hours drive at 65 miles per hour. Because it's oil country in a boom and it's neck to neck 18 wheelers on a two lane highway, they go 65.
I pass alot.
Again, I sidetrack... but the truck... every single time I get caught up in the music or start talking to kids, or counting cows (dude, there are a TON of cows in Montana!) I look down and I'm driving 90. It's like that is her default speed.
So in the interest of safety and not getting a ticket that my father will NEVER let me live down.... it's all about cruise control these days.
My life is so damn boring here. ;)
I should back up. My truck, well she is a sexy beast. My kids name all our vehicles, it's their thing. Usually it's a cute name that goes with their color: Clifford the big red truck, Blacky the truck, Sage the green car.... but my truck. Well she's Fanny. As in Aunt Fanny, cause she has a huge rear end. And if you don't get it, then you haven't seen the kids movie Robots. Hysterical! But Fanny, she is a deep grey so she's kinda looking like a guy. So I put some really cute stickers on her and dont' even get me started on how funny it is to see Dave drive my chickie truck. But then he had to go and put a grill guard on her so she looks like she has a fumanchu thing going on.
But see, my truck she drives like a freaking dream.
I swear it's because she's paid for. It's gotta be the difference in paying cash for a vehicle rather than financing. This truck was the first vehicle since my high school car that I walked in and paid cash for. It felt freaking awesome!!!! And it drives awesome! There is a huge difference in the way I baby this bad boy knowing that she's paid for too......
But I get sidetracked by my cheapass ways.......
My truck drives so well that I literally fly.
As in, my truck really likes to drive 90.
Now in Texas, my car was very familiar with 90 much to my father's dismay.... but I"m a safe driver yo.
Now imagine my disappointment when we get here and word in the lower US is incorrect as Montana does indeed have a speed limit. SUCK IT. I really really looking forward to the no speed limit thing. Now highway speeds are 75, which means that I drive 84. Cause that is the way I roll. I also am constantly on the look out for a "rabbit" to follow.
But the backroads, like the one that stands between me and the town where the hubs works, the same town where we church? Yeah, it's an hours drive at 65 miles per hour. Because it's oil country in a boom and it's neck to neck 18 wheelers on a two lane highway, they go 65.
I pass alot.
Again, I sidetrack... but the truck... every single time I get caught up in the music or start talking to kids, or counting cows (dude, there are a TON of cows in Montana!) I look down and I'm driving 90. It's like that is her default speed.
So in the interest of safety and not getting a ticket that my father will NEVER let me live down.... it's all about cruise control these days.
My life is so damn boring here. ;)
Monday, September 3, 2012
Disney or D.C.?
So for the past several years, the hubs and I have noticed a trend. Since my kids' birthdays are both the week of Christmas, they tend to get a crapload of bounty! Seriously, they get alot of stuff. Then we notice that toys get stuffed away, clothes are never worn and etc.... because they just get too much. So we started parying that down to just some with one big nice gift. Cause their stuff tends to get bigger and bigger as they get older. I'm sure that this is not news to you peeps.
Being that we are doing our save, live cheap and make a difference in our life thing: we decided this year we are not doing that. Since the kids get clothes as needed yearround (frankly as wanted to) we decided that they will each get one gift per event. Yeah: cheapskate parents ahead folks.... one bday gift and one christmas gift.
Then for Christmas we will do a service project.... we're not sure what it will be but we'll be looking as we get closer.
So we're taking all the rest of the funds that we'd have spent, splitting that in half and and it's the perfect amount for a December family vacation.
Except, we can't agree on where to go.
Dave votes for Disney cause he's the fun parent. And frankly, a big ole kid, luv his face!
I vote for D.C. because I never got to go and I think it would be way cool for me and the kids to experience it together the first time. Dave has gone but only seen a little. Plus at Christmas, D.C. shouldn't be packed right? (And yeah I pulled the pity me card cause I reminded Dave that when everyone else got to go on the school trip to D.C., I couldn't go.....)
We haven't told the kids the location of the vacation yet, mainly because they will vote Disney and that is all she wrote. Although Duchess wanted Hawaii and Princess wanted a cruise. All I can say to that is wow.... people... wow. We're not quite there yet.... still got another year of Dave Ramsey before we can think like that. Good grief.
So yeah, we're still ironing it all out!
Being that we are doing our save, live cheap and make a difference in our life thing: we decided this year we are not doing that. Since the kids get clothes as needed yearround (frankly as wanted to) we decided that they will each get one gift per event. Yeah: cheapskate parents ahead folks.... one bday gift and one christmas gift.
Then for Christmas we will do a service project.... we're not sure what it will be but we'll be looking as we get closer.
So we're taking all the rest of the funds that we'd have spent, splitting that in half and and it's the perfect amount for a December family vacation.
Except, we can't agree on where to go.
Dave votes for Disney cause he's the fun parent. And frankly, a big ole kid, luv his face!
I vote for D.C. because I never got to go and I think it would be way cool for me and the kids to experience it together the first time. Dave has gone but only seen a little. Plus at Christmas, D.C. shouldn't be packed right? (And yeah I pulled the pity me card cause I reminded Dave that when everyone else got to go on the school trip to D.C., I couldn't go.....)
We haven't told the kids the location of the vacation yet, mainly because they will vote Disney and that is all she wrote. Although Duchess wanted Hawaii and Princess wanted a cruise. All I can say to that is wow.... people... wow. We're not quite there yet.... still got another year of Dave Ramsey before we can think like that. Good grief.
So yeah, we're still ironing it all out!
Saturday, September 1, 2012
Dinner for Two
So tonight was unusual....
Princess went over to hang out with a friend until tonight's local football game... (Note: we live so far in the boonies that the vistor team drove 3 hours to come play us, dayum) and Duchess rode her bike to her friends house to go play petshops....
So Dave and I went to dinner just the two of us. Sitting down to chat over burgers and fries.
I haven't laughed so hard in ages.
We talked about everything under the sun: my day, his day, the water bill, the kids' schooling, their friends, the tiny stone house, his job, my boobs (hello weight gain).... it was fun just to have that time together.
Then we met up with our babies at the football game to watch the local heroes get trashed 26-6. Those poor kids are just teeny tiny little boys, not so good at the football! Sigh.........
All in all, pretty nice night here in the wilds of Montana.
Weekend full of hiking, cooking, and projects coming up!
Princess went over to hang out with a friend until tonight's local football game... (Note: we live so far in the boonies that the vistor team drove 3 hours to come play us, dayum) and Duchess rode her bike to her friends house to go play petshops....
So Dave and I went to dinner just the two of us. Sitting down to chat over burgers and fries.
I haven't laughed so hard in ages.
We talked about everything under the sun: my day, his day, the water bill, the kids' schooling, their friends, the tiny stone house, his job, my boobs (hello weight gain).... it was fun just to have that time together.
Then we met up with our babies at the football game to watch the local heroes get trashed 26-6. Those poor kids are just teeny tiny little boys, not so good at the football! Sigh.........
All in all, pretty nice night here in the wilds of Montana.
Weekend full of hiking, cooking, and projects coming up!
