Now I never would have believed this in a hundred years!
Sunday, August 31, 2003
I am extremely happy that our Special K has some of her worries taken away. I'm here hoping she'll have lots of new adventures and good times ahead!!
"there I go, turn the page."
I have many talents but baking, where you have to do a lot of measuring and stuff, ain't one of them. My husband says, and I quote, "Brenda, you are the only person I know who can fuck up a pre-made, packaged cake."
I decided this morning that it's been way too long since I had FRESH bread. I replaced the bread machine fairly soon after the fire because these machines advertise to be NO FAIL and I'd had pretty good luck with the old one I'd had.
Folks, they are no fail but you do have to put things in them in the right order for them to be able to work.
About 30 minutes ago, I loaded the machine with 1 cup of room temperature water, then added my bread flour (wheat today), made my little hole in the flour and put in my yeast, then I glance over to my left and there is the little paddle do-hickey that is supposed to be attached BENEATH all that water, flour and yeast.
I dumped all that out and started again so keep your fingers crossed, this could be a breadless day.
I have many talents but baking, where you have to do a lot of measuring and stuff, ain't one of them. My husband says, and I quote, "Brenda, you are the only person I know who can fuck up a pre-made, packaged cake."
I decided this morning that it's been way too long since I had FRESH bread. I replaced the bread machine fairly soon after the fire because these machines advertise to be NO FAIL and I'd had pretty good luck with the old one I'd had.
Folks, they are no fail but you do have to put things in them in the right order for them to be able to work.
About 30 minutes ago, I loaded the machine with 1 cup of room temperature water, then added my bread flour (wheat today), made my little hole in the flour and put in my yeast, then I glance over to my left and there is the little paddle do-hickey that is supposed to be attached BENEATH all that water, flour and yeast.
I dumped all that out and started again so keep your fingers crossed, this could be a breadless day.
I tried to post last night but blogger, or IE, or some unknown forces kept me from doing my deed. Being the lazy human that I am, I gave up after the second try.
I had a good day yesterday. We had a girls afternoon (except for Zach, but he didn't mind) at Jerri's. My sister was there with her daughter, my oldest daughter and her two girls, and of course little Miss Chickie. We spent the afternoon beneath the pecan trees in the yard and did absolutely nothing but talk, and laugh, and look through new scrapbooking supplies.
A lazy afternoon was had by all!
4 of my grandchildren and my Neice
My sister, Paula, and the dozing Chickie
My dauther, Trisha, with Jaylen
My Niece Megan
Jerri, Chickie's mommy
I had a good day yesterday. We had a girls afternoon (except for Zach, but he didn't mind) at Jerri's. My sister was there with her daughter, my oldest daughter and her two girls, and of course little Miss Chickie. We spent the afternoon beneath the pecan trees in the yard and did absolutely nothing but talk, and laugh, and look through new scrapbooking supplies.
A lazy afternoon was had by all!
4 of my grandchildren and my Neice
My sister, Paula, and the dozing Chickie
My dauther, Trisha, with Jaylen
My Niece Megan
Jerri, Chickie's mommy
Friday, August 29, 2003
I just don't know what to do anymore. My kids are driving me nuts. Jami was here again this morning right after 8 a.m. with her three girls. I love my kids but I don't want to see them every day and I don't know how to tell them this without hurting their feelings big time. I'm committed to raising Zach, that's a given, but I also feel as though I'm still raising his mother too. I'm really getting depressed with the situation.
I don't feel like my youngest daughter is doing the best she can with housework and taking care of the girls. Actually she is pretty much doing the least that she can and I feel guilty because I just don't have the energy to take on the responsibility of more children. At the same time I get angry because I shouldn't have to feel guilt over it. I don't even know if I'm making any sense with this so I'm going to stop with it for now cause I feel a crying jag is in the works if I go on.
I don't feel like my youngest daughter is doing the best she can with housework and taking care of the girls. Actually she is pretty much doing the least that she can and I feel guilty because I just don't have the energy to take on the responsibility of more children. At the same time I get angry because I shouldn't have to feel guilt over it. I don't even know if I'm making any sense with this so I'm going to stop with it for now cause I feel a crying jag is in the works if I go on.
Thursday, August 28, 2003
I can't remember much that I did today that mattered much. I got up this morning and I guess that was the major event. I went to work for a few hours and that was an aggravation. I finished the book I was reading (Amazonia) and now I'm hoping the next book I read will be as good in comparison. I cooked supper and then cooked MORE supper because my son mentioned that they were coming by, then they didn't, so most of tomorrow's supper is also cooked.
Somehow the day went by and now I'm sitting here contemplating on whether I can trust Zach to behave himself long enough for me to get in the tub for a nice soak. His poppop is here but is situated in the "magical" recliner that puts him to sleep as soon as his feet go up.
Tomorrow I plan on doing only as much as I absolutely have to.
Somehow the day went by and now I'm sitting here contemplating on whether I can trust Zach to behave himself long enough for me to get in the tub for a nice soak. His poppop is here but is situated in the "magical" recliner that puts him to sleep as soon as his feet go up.
Tomorrow I plan on doing only as much as I absolutely have to.
Memphis police finally confirm that the body is that of the missing child.
A former neighbor snatched 7-year-old Tyra Knox off a Frayser street as the child played with a scooter, dragged her into a vacant house and suffocated her, according to police.
Tobias Johnson, 23, who formerly lived across the street from Tyra's home at 3567 Mountain Terrace, was charged Wednesday night in her abduction and slaying.
Tyra's mother, Angela Jones, reported the child missing about 4:40 p.m. Saturday.
Memphis police charged Johnson with first-degree murder, first-degree murder in perpetration of an aggravated kidnapping and first-degree murder in perpetration of aggravated child abuse. He also is charged with aggravated kidnapping and aggravated child abuse.
Tyra was riding on the sidewalk in front of 3558 Mountain Terrace Saturday afternoon when she was pulled screaming from the scooter, according to a criminal complaint filed Wednesday evening by Homicide Sgt. Tim Helldorfer.
Johnson covered Tyra's mouth to prevent her from screaming as he dragged her and the scooter to a rear door, the charges state.
Once inside a rear bedroom, Johnson put his hand over Tyra's mouth and nose until she suffocated, the charges say. Then, according to the charges, Johnson concealed Tyra's body in the attic.
Police discovered the child's body Monday night. On Wednesday, they confirmed the Shelby County Medical Examiner's Office had identified the dead child as Tyra and ruled her death a homicide by suffocation.
Johnson was arrested Tuesday night at 4687 Old Raleigh in Millington as a suspect in a rape that occurred two days before Tyra disappeared.
Earlier Tuesday evening he had walked into Saint Francis Hospital because he was suicidal, but walked away about 6 p.m.
When questioned Wednesday, Johnson admitted killing Tyra, according to the charges.
Johnson and other family members had lived previously at 3558 Mountain Terrace where the child's body was found.
Mattie Johnson, a relative who was the house's caretaker, summoned police after becoming suspicious when she went to check Monday.
The scooter that Tyra had been riding was found inside the house. A similar pink bicycle also was taken from the house.
Johnson was in Shelby County Jail Wednesday night awaiting a bond hearing.
The charges were the latest in a string of criminal and civil charges against Johnson, many involving the abuse of females.
In April, his estranged wife sought an order of protection against him, alleging he had fondled her three minor children. The Tennessee Department of Children's Services began an investigation, spokesman Carla Aaron said.
The investigation results were turned over to state prosecutors. The children were allowed to stay in the home of Teresa Harris-Johnson because state investigators were confident she would protect her children and keep Johnson from them, Aaron said. "The mother is very protective," Aaron said.
The rape allegation that led to Johnson's arrest Tuesday is not related to the allegations by his estranged wife.
He was charged in January 2000 with possession of marijuana. Police were called to 3558 Mountain Terrace by the mother of a runaway who said her daughter was being held at that address. Johnson was known to have hidden runaways in a shed behind the home, according to the arrest ticket in that case.
When police arrived, they found Johnson inside in a haze of marijuana, the report said. Two sisters, age 15 and 17, were hiding inside a cabinet. Their mother told police that there had been an order of protection issued two years earlier, prohibiting Johnson from being with the elder daughter.
In July 1999, Johnson's sister called police, saying he had tried to break into her house at 1783 Gowan.
Police arrested Johnson at 3558 Mountain Terrace after another call claimed he was holding an underage female against her will in the shed.
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A former neighbor snatched 7-year-old Tyra Knox off a Frayser street as the child played with a scooter, dragged her into a vacant house and suffocated her, according to police.
Tobias Johnson, 23, who formerly lived across the street from Tyra's home at 3567 Mountain Terrace, was charged Wednesday night in her abduction and slaying.
Tyra's mother, Angela Jones, reported the child missing about 4:40 p.m. Saturday.
Memphis police charged Johnson with first-degree murder, first-degree murder in perpetration of an aggravated kidnapping and first-degree murder in perpetration of aggravated child abuse. He also is charged with aggravated kidnapping and aggravated child abuse.
Tyra was riding on the sidewalk in front of 3558 Mountain Terrace Saturday afternoon when she was pulled screaming from the scooter, according to a criminal complaint filed Wednesday evening by Homicide Sgt. Tim Helldorfer.
Johnson covered Tyra's mouth to prevent her from screaming as he dragged her and the scooter to a rear door, the charges state.
Once inside a rear bedroom, Johnson put his hand over Tyra's mouth and nose until she suffocated, the charges say. Then, according to the charges, Johnson concealed Tyra's body in the attic.
Police discovered the child's body Monday night. On Wednesday, they confirmed the Shelby County Medical Examiner's Office had identified the dead child as Tyra and ruled her death a homicide by suffocation.
Johnson was arrested Tuesday night at 4687 Old Raleigh in Millington as a suspect in a rape that occurred two days before Tyra disappeared.
Earlier Tuesday evening he had walked into Saint Francis Hospital because he was suicidal, but walked away about 6 p.m.
When questioned Wednesday, Johnson admitted killing Tyra, according to the charges.
Johnson and other family members had lived previously at 3558 Mountain Terrace where the child's body was found.
Mattie Johnson, a relative who was the house's caretaker, summoned police after becoming suspicious when she went to check Monday.
The scooter that Tyra had been riding was found inside the house. A similar pink bicycle also was taken from the house.
Johnson was in Shelby County Jail Wednesday night awaiting a bond hearing.
The charges were the latest in a string of criminal and civil charges against Johnson, many involving the abuse of females.
In April, his estranged wife sought an order of protection against him, alleging he had fondled her three minor children. The Tennessee Department of Children's Services began an investigation, spokesman Carla Aaron said.
The investigation results were turned over to state prosecutors. The children were allowed to stay in the home of Teresa Harris-Johnson because state investigators were confident she would protect her children and keep Johnson from them, Aaron said. "The mother is very protective," Aaron said.
The rape allegation that led to Johnson's arrest Tuesday is not related to the allegations by his estranged wife.
He was charged in January 2000 with possession of marijuana. Police were called to 3558 Mountain Terrace by the mother of a runaway who said her daughter was being held at that address. Johnson was known to have hidden runaways in a shed behind the home, according to the arrest ticket in that case.
When police arrived, they found Johnson inside in a haze of marijuana, the report said. Two sisters, age 15 and 17, were hiding inside a cabinet. Their mother told police that there had been an order of protection issued two years earlier, prohibiting Johnson from being with the elder daughter.
In July 1999, Johnson's sister called police, saying he had tried to break into her house at 1783 Gowan.
Police arrested Johnson at 3558 Mountain Terrace after another call claimed he was holding an underage female against her will in the shed.
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Wednesday, August 27, 2003
I really love reading my daily network of blogs since they are a damn sure better than anything read in a newspaper these days and more entertaining than most television shows. I also enjoy writing in my blog as often as I can as well as finding and sharing things that make me laugh. But folks, I'm no Earnest Hemingway. In order to write what's on my mind, very little of the proper construction of the English lauguage is going to be found here.
I am not a writer. My meanderings come directly from my thought processes even though those processes are often screwed in backwards. I believe I get the meaning across even if my participles dangle in the wrong direction at times and my possessives get possessed. My pluperfect tenses might be assbackwards and my clauses lost causes but what you see is what you get except for when it gets away from me and then you'll help me find it, right?
I am not a writer. My meanderings come directly from my thought processes even though those processes are often screwed in backwards. I believe I get the meaning across even if my participles dangle in the wrong direction at times and my possessives get possessed. My pluperfect tenses might be assbackwards and my clauses lost causes but what you see is what you get except for when it gets away from me and then you'll help me find it, right?
What is it about me? I've been trying to get a nap in every day this week (I think the one I had on Sunday has ruined me) but who can sleep with folks tripping in and out of here all during the day? I had thoughts of taking a nap yesterday when I finally got the chickie down to sleep, but nooooooo,,,that damn phone rang 3 times and those thoughts were soon dashed. This morning I had to run errands and I drove like a bat outta hell to get home to catch a nap on the couch and 10 minutes after I get here, here comes Jami and the 3 girls. They just left and now I'm outta the mood!!
I'll be really wired by tonight since I was awake at 4 this morning.
The police in Memphis are really fiddle-farting around with the investigation of the missing and murdered child. They still haven't released information that the body was that of the missing girl even though the news said this morning that they'd brought in a suspect for questioning.
I'm not sure how murders get solved here in Phillips County. I reckon they arrest the man with the smoking gun after they've stumbled over the body. I do know a call to the sheriff's dept down here results in a long wait due to all the guys waiting around so as not to have to be the first on the scene.
I found out that the helicopter that was circling my late sunflowers the other day was lucky enough to find some of the real stuff just a few miles west of here. The paper said they confiscated about 1000 plants.
I wonder if those plants would grow in amongst my sunflowers?
I'll be really wired by tonight since I was awake at 4 this morning.
The police in Memphis are really fiddle-farting around with the investigation of the missing and murdered child. They still haven't released information that the body was that of the missing girl even though the news said this morning that they'd brought in a suspect for questioning.
I'm not sure how murders get solved here in Phillips County. I reckon they arrest the man with the smoking gun after they've stumbled over the body. I do know a call to the sheriff's dept down here results in a long wait due to all the guys waiting around so as not to have to be the first on the scene.
I found out that the helicopter that was circling my late sunflowers the other day was lucky enough to find some of the real stuff just a few miles west of here. The paper said they confiscated about 1000 plants.
I wonder if those plants would grow in amongst my sunflowers?
Tuesday, August 26, 2003
Whew, my day is almost done. That chickie and I really did play a lot today and this Nanny is bushed.
I had one little episode that made me feel like a total idiot today (and mind you that's hard to do when your only company is 6 months old!) Around 10 Alexis was getting sleepy so I changed her and we climbed into PopPop's recliner/rocker to sing her to sleep. She laid there and sang with me for a long time and then she started getting restless. I knew she wasn't hungry and knew she was sleepy so I figured maybe her diaper was wet again and slid my hand down the back of her diaper to check it. Well, she wasn't wet, but I went in knuckle deep into something worse! The kid and I were like acrobats in the bathroom with me trying to hold on to her whilst I navigated soap and water to try to clean my icky hand so that I could put her down to change her little package. That was about the shittiest part of my day.
I had one little episode that made me feel like a total idiot today (and mind you that's hard to do when your only company is 6 months old!) Around 10 Alexis was getting sleepy so I changed her and we climbed into PopPop's recliner/rocker to sing her to sleep. She laid there and sang with me for a long time and then she started getting restless. I knew she wasn't hungry and knew she was sleepy so I figured maybe her diaper was wet again and slid my hand down the back of her diaper to check it. Well, she wasn't wet, but I went in knuckle deep into something worse! The kid and I were like acrobats in the bathroom with me trying to hold on to her whilst I navigated soap and water to try to clean my icky hand so that I could put her down to change her little package. That was about the shittiest part of my day.
I'm sitting with the Chickie again today. The regular sitter is taking her daughter to the doctor and Lexi refuses to stay with the backup sitter. I guess it's a good thing she loves her Nanny but Nanny sure is worn out at the end of the day.
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On Sunday, I heard on the news that a 7 yr old girl was missing from her home in Memphis. The mother was interviewed on television and she was upset that there had been no news coverage about her daughter's disappearance nor had it been issued on the national "Amber Alert" system until Sunday. The woman appeared to be much calmer than I could have been in that situation.
Last night a news alert came on during regular programming with information that the pink scooter had been found across the street from the child's home near an empty house. When officers were called to investigate, they found a child's body inside the house but they have not confirmed that it is the body of the missing child as yet.
This all sounds odd to me. A 7 yr., missing since Saturday afternoon, police, family, and neighbors searching, and no one goes across the street to the empty house to search the yard AND the house? Holy Shit people,,I'd be on my freaking KNEES looking for clues to find MY child, and an empty house nearby would be the FIRST place I'd look. I don't understand what is going on here, but I'll be watching the news for updates. A child is dead, how much more tragic can it get?
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On Sunday, I heard on the news that a 7 yr old girl was missing from her home in Memphis. The mother was interviewed on television and she was upset that there had been no news coverage about her daughter's disappearance nor had it been issued on the national "Amber Alert" system until Sunday. The woman appeared to be much calmer than I could have been in that situation.
Last night a news alert came on during regular programming with information that the pink scooter had been found across the street from the child's home near an empty house. When officers were called to investigate, they found a child's body inside the house but they have not confirmed that it is the body of the missing child as yet.
This all sounds odd to me. A 7 yr., missing since Saturday afternoon, police, family, and neighbors searching, and no one goes across the street to the empty house to search the yard AND the house? Holy Shit people,,I'd be on my freaking KNEES looking for clues to find MY child, and an empty house nearby would be the FIRST place I'd look. I don't understand what is going on here, but I'll be watching the news for updates. A child is dead, how much more tragic can it get?
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Monday, August 25, 2003
You just know in your heart that this thief was a man,,,right?
Wearing a ski mask and carrying a gun, a thief burst into the
bank one day. Aiming his/her gun at the guard, the thief yelled,
"FREEZE, MOTHER-STICKERS, THIS IS A ****-UP!" For a moment,
everyone was silent. Then the snickers started. The guard
completely lost it and doubled over laughing. It probably saved
his life, because he'd been about to draw his gun. He couldn't
have drawn and fired before the thief got him. The would-be
thief ran away and is still at large.
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Wearing a ski mask and carrying a gun, a thief burst into the
bank one day. Aiming his/her gun at the guard, the thief yelled,
"FREEZE, MOTHER-STICKERS, THIS IS A ****-UP!" For a moment,
everyone was silent. Then the snickers started. The guard
completely lost it and doubled over laughing. It probably saved
his life, because he'd been about to draw his gun. He couldn't
have drawn and fired before the thief got him. The would-be
thief ran away and is still at large.
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This'll learn em dammit!! and it can be applied to any wartime situation.
How to win that war
Take all American women who are within five years of menopause - train us
for a few weeks, outfit us with automatic weapons, grenades, gas masks,
moisturizer with SPF 15, Prozac, hormones, chocolate, and canned tuna and
drop us (parachuted, preferably) across the landscape of Afghanistan, and
let us do what comes naturally.
Think about it.
Our anger quotient alone, even when doing standard stuff, like grocery
shopping and paying bills, is formidable enough to make even armed men in
turbans tremble.
We have had our children. We would gladly suffer or die to protect them
and their future. We would like to get away from our husbands, if they
haven't left already. And for those of us who are single, the prospect of
finding a good man with whom to share life is about as likely as being
struck by lightening. We have nothing to lose.
We have survived the water diet, the protein diet, the carbohydrate diet,
and the grapefruit diet in gyms and saunas across America and never lost
a pound. We can easily survive months in the hostile terrain of
Afghanistan with no food at all!
We have spent years tracking down our husbands or lovers in bars,
hardware stores, or sporting events----finding bin Laden in some cave
will be no problem.
Uniting all the warring tribes of Afghanistan in a new government? Oh,
please.... we have been planning seating arrangements for in-laws and
extended families at Thanksgiving dinners for years---we understand
tribal warfare.
Between us, we have divorced enough husbands to know every trick there is
for how they hide, launder, or cover up bank accounts and money sources.
We know how to find that money and we know how to seize it.... with or
without the government's help.
Let us go and fight. The Taliban hates women. Imagine their terror as we
crawl like ants with hot flashes over their godforsaken terrain!!!
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How to win that war
Take all American women who are within five years of menopause - train us
for a few weeks, outfit us with automatic weapons, grenades, gas masks,
moisturizer with SPF 15, Prozac, hormones, chocolate, and canned tuna and
drop us (parachuted, preferably) across the landscape of Afghanistan, and
let us do what comes naturally.
Think about it.
Our anger quotient alone, even when doing standard stuff, like grocery
shopping and paying bills, is formidable enough to make even armed men in
turbans tremble.
We have had our children. We would gladly suffer or die to protect them
and their future. We would like to get away from our husbands, if they
haven't left already. And for those of us who are single, the prospect of
finding a good man with whom to share life is about as likely as being
struck by lightening. We have nothing to lose.
We have survived the water diet, the protein diet, the carbohydrate diet,
and the grapefruit diet in gyms and saunas across America and never lost
a pound. We can easily survive months in the hostile terrain of
Afghanistan with no food at all!
We have spent years tracking down our husbands or lovers in bars,
hardware stores, or sporting events----finding bin Laden in some cave
will be no problem.
Uniting all the warring tribes of Afghanistan in a new government? Oh,
please.... we have been planning seating arrangements for in-laws and
extended families at Thanksgiving dinners for years---we understand
tribal warfare.
Between us, we have divorced enough husbands to know every trick there is
for how they hide, launder, or cover up bank accounts and money sources.
We know how to find that money and we know how to seize it.... with or
without the government's help.
Let us go and fight. The Taliban hates women. Imagine their terror as we
crawl like ants with hot flashes over their godforsaken terrain!!!
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I found this on one of my surfing adventures
I Want To Go Back To The Time When.....
Decisions were made by going "eeny-meeny-miney-mo"
Mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming "do over!"
"Race issue" meant arguing about who rant he fastest
Money issues were handled by whoever was the banker in "Monopoly"
Catching the fireflies could happily occupy an entire evening
It wasn't odd to have two or three "best" friends
Being old referred to anyone over 20
The net on a tennis court was the perfect height to play volleyball and rules didn't matter
the worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was "cooties"
It was magic when dad would "remove" his thumb
It was unbelievable that dodgeball wasn't an Olympic event
Having a weapon in school meant being caught with a slingshot
Nobody was prettier than Mom
Scrapes and bruises were kissed and made better
It was a big deal to finally be tall enough to ride the "big people" rides at the amusement park
A foot of snow was a dream come true
Abilities ere discovered because of a "double-dog-dare"
Saturday morning cartoons weren't 30-minute ads for action figures
No shopping trip was complete unless a new toy was brought home
"oly-oly-oxen-free" made perfect sense
Spinning around, getting dizzy, and falling down was cause for giggles
The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team
War was a card game
Water balloons were the ultimate weapon
Baseball cards in the spokes transformed any bike into a motorcycle
Taking drugs meant orange-flavored chewable aspirin
Ice cream was considered a basic food group
Older siblings were the worst tormentors, but also the fiercest protectors
I Want To Go Back To The Time When.....
Decisions were made by going "eeny-meeny-miney-mo"
Mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming "do over!"
"Race issue" meant arguing about who rant he fastest
Money issues were handled by whoever was the banker in "Monopoly"
Catching the fireflies could happily occupy an entire evening
It wasn't odd to have two or three "best" friends
Being old referred to anyone over 20
The net on a tennis court was the perfect height to play volleyball and rules didn't matter
the worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was "cooties"
It was magic when dad would "remove" his thumb
It was unbelievable that dodgeball wasn't an Olympic event
Having a weapon in school meant being caught with a slingshot
Nobody was prettier than Mom
Scrapes and bruises were kissed and made better
It was a big deal to finally be tall enough to ride the "big people" rides at the amusement park
A foot of snow was a dream come true
Abilities ere discovered because of a "double-dog-dare"
Saturday morning cartoons weren't 30-minute ads for action figures
No shopping trip was complete unless a new toy was brought home
"oly-oly-oxen-free" made perfect sense
Spinning around, getting dizzy, and falling down was cause for giggles
The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team
War was a card game
Water balloons were the ultimate weapon
Baseball cards in the spokes transformed any bike into a motorcycle
Taking drugs meant orange-flavored chewable aspirin
Ice cream was considered a basic food group
Older siblings were the worst tormentors, but also the fiercest protectors
Supper's all done and the dishes are swishing around in the washer so I thought I'd sit a bit. I did a "Stuff about Me" list and put the link down there below my favorites and email link in the margin. I'm impressed by all the 100 things that I've been reading, but get too distracted to think of that many things to list about myself. I'll be thinking of some, then I will remember that I have a load of laundry to put in the dryer and lose my way. I lose my way a LOT.
I've been smiling for two days after having chats with Kat. It doesn't matter how bad or cranky I feel, I gotta smile after that. We've talked a few times over the phone and since the first time, every time we chat on here, I hear her voice as she types and I read and I laugh all the harder. She's doesn't have a drawl for sure (grin).
Yesterday was pretty busy. Hubby got the bright idea to cook burgers and hotdogs on the grill for the kiddies. This was all well and good, but we ended up with 17 here for lunch and not all of them were knee-high to a grasshopper. After everyone left and hubby took his afternoon nap, I laid down on the bed around 3 to rest my eyes for a few and woke up over 3 hrs later. I could hear Zach in the living room when I regained consciousness and I thought, "HOLY SHIT, I OVERSLEPT!". Much to my relief, it was still Sunday and not Monday morning though.
This morning I went through the usual routine to get us ready since I had to get Zach to school and myself to work for a few hours. I haven't done much of anything since I've been home and plan a restful, mess-off day tomorrow since Zach will be with his mom until Wednesday when I pick him up after school again.
Did I mention that it's still HOT and dry here? I feel like one of those "suthurn" belles in the old south,,,I'm about to swoon heah!!
Yesterday was pretty busy. Hubby got the bright idea to cook burgers and hotdogs on the grill for the kiddies. This was all well and good, but we ended up with 17 here for lunch and not all of them were knee-high to a grasshopper. After everyone left and hubby took his afternoon nap, I laid down on the bed around 3 to rest my eyes for a few and woke up over 3 hrs later. I could hear Zach in the living room when I regained consciousness and I thought, "HOLY SHIT, I OVERSLEPT!". Much to my relief, it was still Sunday and not Monday morning though.
This morning I went through the usual routine to get us ready since I had to get Zach to school and myself to work for a few hours. I haven't done much of anything since I've been home and plan a restful, mess-off day tomorrow since Zach will be with his mom until Wednesday when I pick him up after school again.
Did I mention that it's still HOT and dry here? I feel like one of those "suthurn" belles in the old south,,,I'm about to swoon heah!!
Sunday, August 24, 2003
My favorite quotes by women.
A male gynecologist is like an auto mechanic who never owned a car. **Carrie Snow
A man's got to do what a man's got to do. A woman must do what he
can't. *Jane Sellman
Every time I close the door on reality it comes in through the
windows.
* Jennifer Unlimited
Whatever women must do they must do twice as well as men to be
thought half as good. Luckily, this is not difficult.
* Charlotte Whitton
I try to take one day at a time, but sometimes several days attack
me at once.
* Jennifer Unlimited
If you can't be a good example, then you'll just have to be a horrible warning.
* Catherine Aird
My second favorite household chore is ironing. My first being
hitting my head on the top bunk bed until I faint.
* Erma Brombeck
Mammograms
Many women are afraid of their first mammogram, but there is no need to worry. By taking a few minutes each day for a week preceding the exam and doing the following practice exercises, you will be totally prepared for the test, and best of all, you can do these simple practice exercises right in your home.
EXERCISE 1: Open your refrigerator door and insert one breast between the door and the main box. Have one of your strongest friends slam the door shut as hard as possible and lean on the door for good measure. Hold that position for five seconds. Repeat again in case the first time wasn't effective enough.
EXERCISE 2: Visit your garage at 3 AM when the temperature of the cement floor is just perfect. Take off all your clothes and lie comfortably on the floor with one breast wedged under the rear tire of the car. Ask a friend to slowly back the car up until your breast is sufficiently flattened and chilled. Turn over and repeat for the other breast.
EXERCISE 3: Freeze two metal bookends overnight. Strip to the waist. Invite a stranger into the room. Press the bookends against one of your breasts. Smash the bookends together as hard as you can. Set an appointment with the stranger to meet next year and do it again. You are now properly prepared.
Author Unknown
My deck early this morning.
A male gynecologist is like an auto mechanic who never owned a car. **Carrie Snow
A man's got to do what a man's got to do. A woman must do what he
can't. *Jane Sellman
Every time I close the door on reality it comes in through the
windows.
* Jennifer Unlimited
Whatever women must do they must do twice as well as men to be
thought half as good. Luckily, this is not difficult.
* Charlotte Whitton
I try to take one day at a time, but sometimes several days attack
me at once.
* Jennifer Unlimited
If you can't be a good example, then you'll just have to be a horrible warning.
* Catherine Aird
My second favorite household chore is ironing. My first being
hitting my head on the top bunk bed until I faint.
* Erma Brombeck
Mammograms
Many women are afraid of their first mammogram, but there is no need to worry. By taking a few minutes each day for a week preceding the exam and doing the following practice exercises, you will be totally prepared for the test, and best of all, you can do these simple practice exercises right in your home.
EXERCISE 1: Open your refrigerator door and insert one breast between the door and the main box. Have one of your strongest friends slam the door shut as hard as possible and lean on the door for good measure. Hold that position for five seconds. Repeat again in case the first time wasn't effective enough.
EXERCISE 2: Visit your garage at 3 AM when the temperature of the cement floor is just perfect. Take off all your clothes and lie comfortably on the floor with one breast wedged under the rear tire of the car. Ask a friend to slowly back the car up until your breast is sufficiently flattened and chilled. Turn over and repeat for the other breast.
EXERCISE 3: Freeze two metal bookends overnight. Strip to the waist. Invite a stranger into the room. Press the bookends against one of your breasts. Smash the bookends together as hard as you can. Set an appointment with the stranger to meet next year and do it again. You are now properly prepared.
Author Unknown
My deck early this morning.
Sadly, I missed posting here yesterday. I came, I read blogs, I smiled, I laughed, I got squishy boob hug words, and then just as I was going to actually put words down, the interruptions would happen. When I first sat down here this morning I had to stop and think, "What was yesterday", then after I got past that, it was, "What did I do yesterday". Now it's sorta kinda coming back to me.
My son came with the tractor pretty early to mow the fodder out back so that all would be happy for the dove hunt the first weekend in September. (The shooting part must make the menfolk happy cause to me it sounds like a freakin WAR goin on and the doves are the winners.)
Then, since he forgot to pick up the brakes for hubby's truck, I had to drive into town and go to the parts store as well as buy a few more groceries that I'd forgotten on my previous trip to buy groceries, and then I stopped to fill up with gas on my way home. (Gas is up again here).
The afternoon rocked on until the next thing I knew, it was time to cook supper. Then just as I was going to lie down for a short nap, my son called and said they were bringing movies.
I guess my point is, yesterday flashed by without many accomplishments and now it's Sunday and that means tomorrow is Monday again!
Oh, but I did scan some photos of the grandbabies that ya'll can go take a look at if you want. Jerri took some lovely ones of the Chickie yesterday and I put a couple of those in.
My son came with the tractor pretty early to mow the fodder out back so that all would be happy for the dove hunt the first weekend in September. (The shooting part must make the menfolk happy cause to me it sounds like a freakin WAR goin on and the doves are the winners.)
Then, since he forgot to pick up the brakes for hubby's truck, I had to drive into town and go to the parts store as well as buy a few more groceries that I'd forgotten on my previous trip to buy groceries, and then I stopped to fill up with gas on my way home. (Gas is up again here).
The afternoon rocked on until the next thing I knew, it was time to cook supper. Then just as I was going to lie down for a short nap, my son called and said they were bringing movies.
I guess my point is, yesterday flashed by without many accomplishments and now it's Sunday and that means tomorrow is Monday again!
Oh, but I did scan some photos of the grandbabies that ya'll can go take a look at if you want. Jerri took some lovely ones of the Chickie yesterday and I put a couple of those in.
Friday, August 22, 2003
I tried to be a bit constructive today. I mopped the kitchen floor before 8 a.m., vaccumed the living room, 1 bedroom, and the master bath, then I cooked dinner and my son and his wife and baby came to eat with us.
Now the dishes are done, the terrorist is bathed (he needed it after playing on the trampoline with the sprinkler), and I'm trying to unwind with a cup of coffee.
Jordan and Jaylen live in Little Rock
Neice, Cheryl with Zach and his sisters
Alexis at dinner tonight
Now the dishes are done, the terrorist is bathed (he needed it after playing on the trampoline with the sprinkler), and I'm trying to unwind with a cup of coffee.
Jordan and Jaylen live in Little Rock
Neice, Cheryl with Zach and his sisters
Alexis at dinner tonight
Thursday, August 21, 2003
Daddammit!! I am much too lazy to write stuff over again,,,and blogger seems determined to make me do just that!!
After the 28 straight hours with the Chickie, my EVERYTHING felt pretty much like it should be belonging to someone else this morning, but it being Thursday and all, I had to drag my old ass outta that bed and get myself dressed for work and the terrorist dressed for school.
It was hot again today, so I felt all sweaty and bitchy by the time I walked into the office. After I finished up as much as I felt up to doing there, I bought groceries, picked the kid up from school, and then cooked dinner. After dinner I laid down on the bed to rest a bit.
This lasted perhaps 10 minutes then the Zach came running in from outdoors chattering about the little "wolf" that was coming out of the field toward the yard. I hit the floor running with James just ahead of me. Our first thought was, wild animals will not come near humans or dogs (princess and the neighbor's St Bernard were out there with the kids). The sickly animal was not a wolf but an adult coyote and it was coming into right to the yard. James yelled at me to take the kids indoors and he ran to his truck to get his gun. The kids were upset that the animal had to be shot, but we feel sure it was rabid.
I do believe I've had enough excitement for the week.
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After the 28 straight hours with the Chickie, my EVERYTHING felt pretty much like it should be belonging to someone else this morning, but it being Thursday and all, I had to drag my old ass outta that bed and get myself dressed for work and the terrorist dressed for school.
It was hot again today, so I felt all sweaty and bitchy by the time I walked into the office. After I finished up as much as I felt up to doing there, I bought groceries, picked the kid up from school, and then cooked dinner. After dinner I laid down on the bed to rest a bit.
This lasted perhaps 10 minutes then the Zach came running in from outdoors chattering about the little "wolf" that was coming out of the field toward the yard. I hit the floor running with James just ahead of me. Our first thought was, wild animals will not come near humans or dogs (princess and the neighbor's St Bernard were out there with the kids). The sickly animal was not a wolf but an adult coyote and it was coming into right to the yard. James yelled at me to take the kids indoors and he ran to his truck to get his gun. The kids were upset that the animal had to be shot, but we feel sure it was rabid.
I do believe I've had enough excitement for the week.
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I found this at dailydirt.
The Whys and Wherefores of the Blues
If you're new to Blues music, or you like it but never really understood the whys and wherefores, here are some very fundamental rules:
1. Most Blues begin with: "Woke up this morning..."
2. "I got a good woman" is a bad way to begin the Blues, unless you stick something nasty in the next line like, "I got a good woman, with the meanest face in town."
3. The Blues is simple. After you get the first line right, repeat it. Then, find something that rhymes -- sort of: "Got a good woman with the meanest face in town. Yes, I got a good woman with the meanest face in town. Got teeth like Margaret Thatcher and she weigh 500 pound."
4. The Blues is not about choice. "You stuck in a ditch, you stuck in a ditch...ain't no way out."
5. Blues cars: Chevys, Fords, Cadillacs, and broken-down trucks. Blues don't travel in Volvos, BMWs, or Sport Utility Vehicles. Most Blues transportation is a Greyhound bus or a southbound train. Jet aircraft and state-sponsored motor pools ain't even in the running. Walkin' plays a major part in the Blues lifestyle. So does fixin' to die.
6. Teenagers can't sing the Blues. They ain't fixin' to die yet. Adults sing the Blues. In Blues, "adulthood" means being old enough to get the electric chair if you shoot a man in Memphis.
7. Blues can take place in New York City, but not in Hawaii or anywhere in Canada. Hard times in Minneapolis or Seattle are probably just clinical depression. Chicago, St. Louis, Kansas City, Memphis, and N'awlins are still the best places to have the Blues. You cannot have the Blues in any place that don't get rain.
8. A man with male pattern baldness ain't the Blues. A woman with male pattern baldness is. Breaking your leg 'cause you were skiing is not the Blues. Breaking your leg 'cause a alligator be chomping on it is.
9. You can't have no Blues in an office or a shopping mall. The lighting is wrong. Go outside to the parking lot or sit by the dumpster.
10. Good places for the Blues: a. highway, b. jailhouse, c. empty bed, d. bottom of a whiskey glass.
11. Bad places for the Blues: a. Nordstrom's, b. gallery openings, c. Ivy League institutions, d. golf courses.
12. No one will believe it's the Blues if you wear a suit, less you happen to be an old person, and you slept in it.
13. Do you have the right to sing the Blues? Yes, if: a. you're older than dirt, b. you're blind, c. you shot a man in Memphis, d. you can't be satisfied. No, if: a. you have all your teeth, b. you were once blind but now can see, c. the man in Memphis lived, d. you have a 401 K or trust fund.
14. Blues is not a matter of color. It's a matter of bad luck. Tiger Woods cannot sing the Blues. Sonny Liston could have. Ugly white people also got a leg up on the Blues.
15. If you ask for water and your darlin' gives you gasoline, it's the Blues. Other acceptable Blues beverages are: a. cheap wine, b. whiskey or bourbon, c. muddy water, d. black coffee. The following are NOT Blues beverages: a. Perrier, b. Chardonnay, c. Snapple, d. Slim Fast.
16. If death occurs in a cheap motel or a shotgun shack, it's a Blues death. Stabbed in the back by a jealous lover is another Blues way to die. So are the electric chair, substance abuse, and dying lonely on a broken-down cot. You can't have a Blues death if you die during a tennis match or while getting liposuction.
17. Some Blues names for women: a. Sadie, b. Big Mama, c. Bessie, d. Jennie.
18. Some Blues names for men: a. Joe, b. Willie, c. Little Willie, d. Big Willie.
19. Persons with names like Michelle, Amber, Jennifer, Debbie, and Heather can't sing the Blues no matter how many men they shoot in Memphis.
20. Blues Name Starter Kit: a. name of physical infirmity (Blind, Cripple, Lame, etc.), b. first name (see above) plus name of fruit (Lemon, Lime, Peach, etc.), c. last name of President (Jefferson, Johnson, Fillmore, etc.). For example: Blind Lemon Jefferson, Pegleg Lime Johnson, or Cripple Peach Fillmore, etc.
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The Whys and Wherefores of the Blues
If you're new to Blues music, or you like it but never really understood the whys and wherefores, here are some very fundamental rules:
1. Most Blues begin with: "Woke up this morning..."
2. "I got a good woman" is a bad way to begin the Blues, unless you stick something nasty in the next line like, "I got a good woman, with the meanest face in town."
3. The Blues is simple. After you get the first line right, repeat it. Then, find something that rhymes -- sort of: "Got a good woman with the meanest face in town. Yes, I got a good woman with the meanest face in town. Got teeth like Margaret Thatcher and she weigh 500 pound."
4. The Blues is not about choice. "You stuck in a ditch, you stuck in a ditch...ain't no way out."
5. Blues cars: Chevys, Fords, Cadillacs, and broken-down trucks. Blues don't travel in Volvos, BMWs, or Sport Utility Vehicles. Most Blues transportation is a Greyhound bus or a southbound train. Jet aircraft and state-sponsored motor pools ain't even in the running. Walkin' plays a major part in the Blues lifestyle. So does fixin' to die.
6. Teenagers can't sing the Blues. They ain't fixin' to die yet. Adults sing the Blues. In Blues, "adulthood" means being old enough to get the electric chair if you shoot a man in Memphis.
7. Blues can take place in New York City, but not in Hawaii or anywhere in Canada. Hard times in Minneapolis or Seattle are probably just clinical depression. Chicago, St. Louis, Kansas City, Memphis, and N'awlins are still the best places to have the Blues. You cannot have the Blues in any place that don't get rain.
8. A man with male pattern baldness ain't the Blues. A woman with male pattern baldness is. Breaking your leg 'cause you were skiing is not the Blues. Breaking your leg 'cause a alligator be chomping on it is.
9. You can't have no Blues in an office or a shopping mall. The lighting is wrong. Go outside to the parking lot or sit by the dumpster.
10. Good places for the Blues: a. highway, b. jailhouse, c. empty bed, d. bottom of a whiskey glass.
11. Bad places for the Blues: a. Nordstrom's, b. gallery openings, c. Ivy League institutions, d. golf courses.
12. No one will believe it's the Blues if you wear a suit, less you happen to be an old person, and you slept in it.
13. Do you have the right to sing the Blues? Yes, if: a. you're older than dirt, b. you're blind, c. you shot a man in Memphis, d. you can't be satisfied. No, if: a. you have all your teeth, b. you were once blind but now can see, c. the man in Memphis lived, d. you have a 401 K or trust fund.
14. Blues is not a matter of color. It's a matter of bad luck. Tiger Woods cannot sing the Blues. Sonny Liston could have. Ugly white people also got a leg up on the Blues.
15. If you ask for water and your darlin' gives you gasoline, it's the Blues. Other acceptable Blues beverages are: a. cheap wine, b. whiskey or bourbon, c. muddy water, d. black coffee. The following are NOT Blues beverages: a. Perrier, b. Chardonnay, c. Snapple, d. Slim Fast.
16. If death occurs in a cheap motel or a shotgun shack, it's a Blues death. Stabbed in the back by a jealous lover is another Blues way to die. So are the electric chair, substance abuse, and dying lonely on a broken-down cot. You can't have a Blues death if you die during a tennis match or while getting liposuction.
17. Some Blues names for women: a. Sadie, b. Big Mama, c. Bessie, d. Jennie.
18. Some Blues names for men: a. Joe, b. Willie, c. Little Willie, d. Big Willie.
19. Persons with names like Michelle, Amber, Jennifer, Debbie, and Heather can't sing the Blues no matter how many men they shoot in Memphis.
20. Blues Name Starter Kit: a. name of physical infirmity (Blind, Cripple, Lame, etc.), b. first name (see above) plus name of fruit (Lemon, Lime, Peach, etc.), c. last name of President (Jefferson, Johnson, Fillmore, etc.). For example: Blind Lemon Jefferson, Pegleg Lime Johnson, or Cripple Peach Fillmore, etc.
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Wednesday, August 20, 2003
I thought I was going to bed, but I stumbled upon this little newsy item....Freaky!
~ Some miraculous prodigies weep blood and speak fluently in tongues they were never taught. Others exhibit stigmatic echoes of the wounds of Jesus Christ. For more than two weeksATTACK OF THE FLYBOY! earlier this summer, 13-year-old Chandan Goswami of West Bengal had full-grown winged insects flying out of his penis, the result of a bizarre and exceedingly rare type of parasitic infection of the bladder. Kinda makes your skin crawl to think of it, but you know, if this kid had played his cards right, he would be head guru at a brand-new Ashram right now, raking in wads of dough from gullible starlets and dim-witted "searchers" who might view his vile infestation as something beautiful and worthy of reverence… like this disease was symbolic of his power as a "hermaphroditic giver of life" or something. He could have given that ridiculous pick-pocket scam artist Sai Baba a run for his money!
~ Some miraculous prodigies weep blood and speak fluently in tongues they were never taught. Others exhibit stigmatic echoes of the wounds of Jesus Christ. For more than two weeksATTACK OF THE FLYBOY! earlier this summer, 13-year-old Chandan Goswami of West Bengal had full-grown winged insects flying out of his penis, the result of a bizarre and exceedingly rare type of parasitic infection of the bladder. Kinda makes your skin crawl to think of it, but you know, if this kid had played his cards right, he would be head guru at a brand-new Ashram right now, raking in wads of dough from gullible starlets and dim-witted "searchers" who might view his vile infestation as something beautiful and worthy of reverence… like this disease was symbolic of his power as a "hermaphroditic giver of life" or something. He could have given that ridiculous pick-pocket scam artist Sai Baba a run for his money!
The Chickie left her Nanny feeling like she'd been rode hard and put up wet!! But I did recall a few tidbits that I'd previously forgotten about kids today.
1. I can wash a bottle with one hand.
2. Kids will grab the nearest handy thing when you pick them up and hold on tightly, my tits are in tatters!
3. Kids can stay awake a LOT longer than adults.
4. A pork chop will keep em quiet while you finish cooking dinner.
There are probably lots more, but I'm just too damned tired to try to remember them.
I am not superwoman,,,youngsters do this sort of thing on a daily basis (why they do is beyond me!) Why I continue to do this on occasion is beyond me too!!!
1. I can wash a bottle with one hand.
2. Kids will grab the nearest handy thing when you pick them up and hold on tightly, my tits are in tatters!
3. Kids can stay awake a LOT longer than adults.
4. A pork chop will keep em quiet while you finish cooking dinner.
There are probably lots more, but I'm just too damned tired to try to remember them.
I am not superwoman,,,youngsters do this sort of thing on a daily basis (why they do is beyond me!) Why I continue to do this on occasion is beyond me too!!!
Do I look like I need to be irritated, agitated, and aggravated this morning??? Haloscan must think so cause they let me post a comment or two on some favorite blogs and now they are being a bitch and I can't get the comment thingy's to come up. Mine aren't showing up at ALL. Damn it anyway.....
In the past 18+ hours, I've come to understand why there is that time in your life (mainly over 40) when your baby making hardware (or is it software?) seems to go wacky. When Zach was a baby, a few short years ago, it was hard enough. Now that I'm too close to the mid-century mark, it's taking a VERY heavy toll.
My son delivered Alexis (the little southern chickie) at around 3 yesterday because her mommy just got a promotion at work and had to go out of town overnight for a training class for the new position. My son, Chickie's daddy, had to be up at 4 am this morning for work, so they asked Nanny if she could handle having the Chick overnight and until Mommy gets home this evening.
You know Nanny won't turn down a challenge, so here's Nanny, after a night sleeping with the Chick surrounded by mountains of pillows. But Nanny didn't get much sleep because she worried that the Chick might get over the mountains and fall on her head. Then Chick decides at 4 a.m. this morning that it's time to get up and play. Nanny is not a happy camper at 6 a.m. in the mornings, so you can imagine how much fun she was at 4!
I got the sweetie back to sleep in time to wake Zach up for school. I had him sitting at the island in the kitchen having pancakes when the neighbor's little girl came over to ride to school with us and she decided that she needed pancakes too. I fixed the Chick some tutti-frutti in her feeder doo-hickey and after getting Zach dressed, brushed and flossed and his snack packed, I got the Chick up, in her car seat with feeder stuck in her mouth, and off we went to school.
Once back home, the chick played, which gave me time to start my new virus program downloading. After that I put her in her chair and gave her a cookie while I washed the dishes. Once the cookie was consumed, the Chick had to be dunked in the tub too. I rocked her to sleep and now Nanny is sitting here with a hot cup of coffee, a cig, reading her favorite blogs while jumping up every few minutes to go and make sure the Chick hasn't climbed the mountain of pillows in her sleep.
Whew.............Did I mention that this Nanny is about to get too damned old for adventures and challenges? Now let me go see why there is a freakin helicopter circling around out here..if that fucker thinks he's going to land, he's in for a rude surprise! Dang I hope they don't think my autumn sunflowers is pot again!!
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In the past 18+ hours, I've come to understand why there is that time in your life (mainly over 40) when your baby making hardware (or is it software?) seems to go wacky. When Zach was a baby, a few short years ago, it was hard enough. Now that I'm too close to the mid-century mark, it's taking a VERY heavy toll.
My son delivered Alexis (the little southern chickie) at around 3 yesterday because her mommy just got a promotion at work and had to go out of town overnight for a training class for the new position. My son, Chickie's daddy, had to be up at 4 am this morning for work, so they asked Nanny if she could handle having the Chick overnight and until Mommy gets home this evening.
You know Nanny won't turn down a challenge, so here's Nanny, after a night sleeping with the Chick surrounded by mountains of pillows. But Nanny didn't get much sleep because she worried that the Chick might get over the mountains and fall on her head. Then Chick decides at 4 a.m. this morning that it's time to get up and play. Nanny is not a happy camper at 6 a.m. in the mornings, so you can imagine how much fun she was at 4!
I got the sweetie back to sleep in time to wake Zach up for school. I had him sitting at the island in the kitchen having pancakes when the neighbor's little girl came over to ride to school with us and she decided that she needed pancakes too. I fixed the Chick some tutti-frutti in her feeder doo-hickey and after getting Zach dressed, brushed and flossed and his snack packed, I got the Chick up, in her car seat with feeder stuck in her mouth, and off we went to school.
Once back home, the chick played, which gave me time to start my new virus program downloading. After that I put her in her chair and gave her a cookie while I washed the dishes. Once the cookie was consumed, the Chick had to be dunked in the tub too. I rocked her to sleep and now Nanny is sitting here with a hot cup of coffee, a cig, reading her favorite blogs while jumping up every few minutes to go and make sure the Chick hasn't climbed the mountain of pillows in her sleep.
Whew.............Did I mention that this Nanny is about to get too damned old for adventures and challenges? Now let me go see why there is a freakin helicopter circling around out here..if that fucker thinks he's going to land, he's in for a rude surprise! Dang I hope they don't think my autumn sunflowers is pot again!!
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Tuesday, August 19, 2003
Art sent this to my email this morning so I'm passing on the smiles.
The following are different answers given by school-age children to the given question:
Why did God make mothers?
1.-She's the only one who knows where the scotch tape is.
2.-Think about it, it was the best way to get more people.
3.-Mostly to clean the house.
4.-To help us out of there when we were getting born.
How did God make mothers?
1.- He used dirt, just like for the rest of us.
2.- Magic plus super powers and a lot of stirring.
3.- God made my mom just the same like he made me. He just used bigger parts.
Why did God give you your mother and not some other mom?
1.- We're related.
2.- God knew she likes me a lot more than other people's moms like me
What ingredients are mothers made of?
1- God makes mothers out of clouds and angel hair and everything nice in the world and one dab of mean.
2.-They had to get their start from men's bones. Then they mostly use string. I think.
What kind of little girl was your mom?
1.- My mom has always been my mom and none of that other stuff.
2.- I don't know because I wasn't there, but my guess would be pretty bossy.
3.- They say she used to be nice.
How did your mom meet your dad?
1.- Mom was working in a store and dad was shoplifting.
What did mom need to know about dad before she married him?
1.- His last name.
2.- She had to know his background. Like is he a crook? Does he get drunk on Beer? Does he make at least $800 a year? Did he say NO to drugs and YES to chores.
Why did your mom marry your dad?
1.- My dad makes the best spaghetti in the world. And my mom eats a lot.
2.- She got too old to do anything else with him.
3.- My grandma says that mom didn't have her thinking cap on.
What makes a real woman?
1.- It means you have to be really bossy without looking bossy.
Who's the boss at your house?
1.- Mom doesn't want to be boss, but she has to because dads such a goofball.
2.- Mom. You can tell by room inspection. She sees the stuff under the bed.
3.- I guess Mom is, but only because she has a lot more to do than dad.
What's the difference between moms and dads?
1.- Moms work at work and work at home, and dads just got to work at work.
2.- Moms know how to talk to teachers without scaring them.
3.- Dads are taller and stronger, but moms have all the real power 'cause that's who you gotta ask if you want to sleep over at your friend's.
What does your mom do in her spare time?
1.- Mothers don't do spare time.
2.-To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long.
What's the difference between moms and grandmas?
1.- About 30 years.
2.- You can always count on grandmothers for candy. Sometimes moms don't even have bread on them!
Describe the world's greatest mom?
1.- She would make broccoli taste like ice cream!
2.- The greatest mom in the world wouldn't make me kiss my fat aunts!
3.- She'd always be smiling and keep her opinions to herself.
Is anything about your mom perfect?
1.- Her teeth are perfect, but she bought them from the dentist.
2.- Her casserole recipes. But we hate them.
3.- Just her children
What would it take to make your mom perfect?
1.- On the inside she's already perfect. Outside, I think some kind of plastic surgery.
2.- Diet. You know, her hair. I'd dye-it, maybe blue.
If you could change one thing about your mom, what would it be?
1.- She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean. I'd get rid of that.
2.- I'd make my mom smarter. Then she would know it was my sister who did it and not me.
The following are different answers given by school-age children to the given question:
Why did God make mothers?
1.-She's the only one who knows where the scotch tape is.
2.-Think about it, it was the best way to get more people.
3.-Mostly to clean the house.
4.-To help us out of there when we were getting born.
How did God make mothers?
1.- He used dirt, just like for the rest of us.
2.- Magic plus super powers and a lot of stirring.
3.- God made my mom just the same like he made me. He just used bigger parts.
Why did God give you your mother and not some other mom?
1.- We're related.
2.- God knew she likes me a lot more than other people's moms like me
What ingredients are mothers made of?
1- God makes mothers out of clouds and angel hair and everything nice in the world and one dab of mean.
2.-They had to get their start from men's bones. Then they mostly use string. I think.
What kind of little girl was your mom?
1.- My mom has always been my mom and none of that other stuff.
2.- I don't know because I wasn't there, but my guess would be pretty bossy.
3.- They say she used to be nice.
How did your mom meet your dad?
1.- Mom was working in a store and dad was shoplifting.
What did mom need to know about dad before she married him?
1.- His last name.
2.- She had to know his background. Like is he a crook? Does he get drunk on Beer? Does he make at least $800 a year? Did he say NO to drugs and YES to chores.
Why did your mom marry your dad?
1.- My dad makes the best spaghetti in the world. And my mom eats a lot.
2.- She got too old to do anything else with him.
3.- My grandma says that mom didn't have her thinking cap on.
What makes a real woman?
1.- It means you have to be really bossy without looking bossy.
Who's the boss at your house?
1.- Mom doesn't want to be boss, but she has to because dads such a goofball.
2.- Mom. You can tell by room inspection. She sees the stuff under the bed.
3.- I guess Mom is, but only because she has a lot more to do than dad.
What's the difference between moms and dads?
1.- Moms work at work and work at home, and dads just got to work at work.
2.- Moms know how to talk to teachers without scaring them.
3.- Dads are taller and stronger, but moms have all the real power 'cause that's who you gotta ask if you want to sleep over at your friend's.
What does your mom do in her spare time?
1.- Mothers don't do spare time.
2.-To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long.
What's the difference between moms and grandmas?
1.- About 30 years.
2.- You can always count on grandmothers for candy. Sometimes moms don't even have bread on them!
Describe the world's greatest mom?
1.- She would make broccoli taste like ice cream!
2.- The greatest mom in the world wouldn't make me kiss my fat aunts!
3.- She'd always be smiling and keep her opinions to herself.
Is anything about your mom perfect?
1.- Her teeth are perfect, but she bought them from the dentist.
2.- Her casserole recipes. But we hate them.
3.- Just her children
What would it take to make your mom perfect?
1.- On the inside she's already perfect. Outside, I think some kind of plastic surgery.
2.- Diet. You know, her hair. I'd dye-it, maybe blue.
If you could change one thing about your mom, what would it be?
1.- She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean. I'd get rid of that.
2.- I'd make my mom smarter. Then she would know it was my sister who did it and not me.
It is hot enough to scorch a lizard's ass this week, and that's hot!! At 1 p.m. yesterday the temp was 100 F with about 100% humidity. I sweated from just walking to my truck.
I drove into town to pick up cigs this morning after I dropped Zach off at school. I noticed this ugly little car in front of me so I had to come home and see which auto manufacturer made the boxy looking thing. I found out that the Aztek is made by Pontiac. The price is not so good for an ugly car either, damned if I'd pay $20,000 for a box with a steering wheel!!
I drove into town to pick up cigs this morning after I dropped Zach off at school. I noticed this ugly little car in front of me so I had to come home and see which auto manufacturer made the boxy looking thing. I found out that the Aztek is made by Pontiac. The price is not so good for an ugly car either, damned if I'd pay $20,000 for a box with a steering wheel!!
SOUTHERN SAYINGS
A whistling woman and a crowing hen never comes to a very good end. (be who you are)
Ain't that the berries! (that is great!)
As easy as sliding off a greasy log backward. (very easy)
Barking up the wrong tree. (you are wrong)
Be like the old lady who fell out of the wagon. (you aren't involved, so stay out of it)
Busy as a stump-tailed cow in fly time. (very busy)
Caught with your pants down. (surprised and unprepared)
Chugged full. (full and over-flowing)
Do go on. (you must be joking)
Don't bite off more than you can chew. (attempt what you can accomplish)
Don't count your chickens until they hatch. (first know the results)
Don't let the tail wag the dog. (the cheif is in charge, not the Indians)
Don't let your mouth overload your ass. (talking too much)
Either fish or cut bait. (work or make way for those who will)
Even a blind hog finds an acorn now and then. (everyone is sometimes lucky)
Every dog should have a few feas. (no one is perfect)
Fly off the handle. (angry and lashing out)
Get the short end of the stick. (not invited and treated wrong)
Give down the country. (give someone a peice of your mind)
Go hog wild. (have a good time)
Go off half-cocked. (have only half the facts)
Go to bed with the chickens. (in bed early)
Go whole hog. (go for it all)
Gone back on your raisin. (deny heritage)
Got your feathers ruffled. (upset and pouting)
Happy as a dead pig in the sunshine. (doesn't grasp or worry what's going on)
Have no axe to grind. (no strong opinion)
Holler like a stuck pig. (someone mislead you)
I do declare. (usually means nothing)
In high cotton. (rising up in society)
In a coon's age. (been a long time)
Like a bump on a log. (lazy and doing nothing)
Like two peas in a pod. (act and think alike)
Mend fences. (settle differences)
Scarce as hen's teeth. (no such thing)
Sight for sore eyes. (Nice to you!)
Stomping grounds. (familiar territory)
Sun don't shine on the same dog's tail all the time. (you'll get what you deserve)
That takes the cake. (surprised)
Too big for one's britches. (someone taking themself too seriously)
Two shakes of a sheep's tail. (done quickly)
Well, shut my mouth. (shocked and speechless)
AIM TO- plan to do
AIRISH- cold
BIGGITY- vain and overbearing
BITTY BIT- a small amount
CARRY ON- to carry on foolishness
CLODHOPPER- heavy work shoes or large shoes
CHUNK- throw, toss
'COON- Raccoon.
COW LICK- hair standing out on one's head.
DIRECTLY- in a little while, or a couple of weeks
DIXIE- Southern States of the U.S.A
DO-HICKY- substitute name. Like the terms whata-ma-call-it or thinga-ma-jig
FALLING OUT- disagreement
FEISTY- being frisky
FIXING TO- about to
HEY- hello
HOLD YOUR HORSES- (be patient)
HONEY- affectionate term
LAID UP- ill, hurt, unable to work
MESS-one who carries on, "He's a mess."
MUCH OBLIGED- thank you; hope to return the favor
PIDDLE- waste time, doing nothing
PLAYING POSSUM- playing dead
RECKON- think or supose so.
SHINDIG- dance or celebration
SMOKEHOUSE- Shed with a dirt floor where pork and other meats is cured, and then smoked.
SORRY- inferior quality, worthless, and lazy
SOUTHERN BELLE- Southern lady
SPRING CHICKEN- young thing
SWEET TALKING THING- has a good line
TIGHT- stingy with money
WAIT ON- serve or assist
WART-TAKER-one who removes warts by charms or incantations
WHITE LIGHTNING- moonshine whiskey
WORRY-WART- one who is annoying
Y'all know Southern girls are quick on the drawl.
A whistling woman and a crowing hen never comes to a very good end. (be who you are)
Ain't that the berries! (that is great!)
As easy as sliding off a greasy log backward. (very easy)
Barking up the wrong tree. (you are wrong)
Be like the old lady who fell out of the wagon. (you aren't involved, so stay out of it)
Busy as a stump-tailed cow in fly time. (very busy)
Caught with your pants down. (surprised and unprepared)
Chugged full. (full and over-flowing)
Do go on. (you must be joking)
Don't bite off more than you can chew. (attempt what you can accomplish)
Don't count your chickens until they hatch. (first know the results)
Don't let the tail wag the dog. (the cheif is in charge, not the Indians)
Don't let your mouth overload your ass. (talking too much)
Either fish or cut bait. (work or make way for those who will)
Even a blind hog finds an acorn now and then. (everyone is sometimes lucky)
Every dog should have a few feas. (no one is perfect)
Fly off the handle. (angry and lashing out)
Get the short end of the stick. (not invited and treated wrong)
Give down the country. (give someone a peice of your mind)
Go hog wild. (have a good time)
Go off half-cocked. (have only half the facts)
Go to bed with the chickens. (in bed early)
Go whole hog. (go for it all)
Gone back on your raisin. (deny heritage)
Got your feathers ruffled. (upset and pouting)
Happy as a dead pig in the sunshine. (doesn't grasp or worry what's going on)
Have no axe to grind. (no strong opinion)
Holler like a stuck pig. (someone mislead you)
I do declare. (usually means nothing)
In high cotton. (rising up in society)
In a coon's age. (been a long time)
Like a bump on a log. (lazy and doing nothing)
Like two peas in a pod. (act and think alike)
Mend fences. (settle differences)
Scarce as hen's teeth. (no such thing)
Sight for sore eyes. (Nice to you!)
Stomping grounds. (familiar territory)
Sun don't shine on the same dog's tail all the time. (you'll get what you deserve)
That takes the cake. (surprised)
Too big for one's britches. (someone taking themself too seriously)
Two shakes of a sheep's tail. (done quickly)
Well, shut my mouth. (shocked and speechless)
AIM TO- plan to do
AIRISH- cold
BIGGITY- vain and overbearing
BITTY BIT- a small amount
CARRY ON- to carry on foolishness
CLODHOPPER- heavy work shoes or large shoes
CHUNK- throw, toss
'COON- Raccoon.
COW LICK- hair standing out on one's head.
DIRECTLY- in a little while, or a couple of weeks
DIXIE- Southern States of the U.S.A
DO-HICKY- substitute name. Like the terms whata-ma-call-it or thinga-ma-jig
FALLING OUT- disagreement
FEISTY- being frisky
FIXING TO- about to
HEY- hello
HOLD YOUR HORSES- (be patient)
HONEY- affectionate term
LAID UP- ill, hurt, unable to work
MESS-one who carries on, "He's a mess."
MUCH OBLIGED- thank you; hope to return the favor
PIDDLE- waste time, doing nothing
PLAYING POSSUM- playing dead
RECKON- think or supose so.
SHINDIG- dance or celebration
SMOKEHOUSE- Shed with a dirt floor where pork and other meats is cured, and then smoked.
SORRY- inferior quality, worthless, and lazy
SOUTHERN BELLE- Southern lady
SPRING CHICKEN- young thing
SWEET TALKING THING- has a good line
TIGHT- stingy with money
WAIT ON- serve or assist
WART-TAKER-one who removes warts by charms or incantations
WHITE LIGHTNING- moonshine whiskey
WORRY-WART- one who is annoying
Y'all know Southern girls are quick on the drawl.
Monday, August 18, 2003
Hmmmmmmmmm maybe birthday parties are overrated.
MAN SHOOTS 6 AT SURPRISE PARTY!
OSLO (Reuters) - A Norwegian accidentally shot and wounded six of his friends at a surprise party to celebrate his 40th birthday, police said on Sunday.
The man found out about the party in a forest cabin in south Norway beforehand and hid behind trees nearby with a shotgun as about 30 guests turned up on Saturday night, hoping to turn the surprise on his friends,
He blasted off one round in the air, meaning it as a joke to shock the partygoers. But when he came out from his hiding place, he tripped and the gun went off again, badly hurting one woman in the legs and slightly injuring five others.
"Seven people were taken to hospital in Fredrikstad including the man who shot. He wasn't physically hurt but in deep shock," a police spokesman said.
The party was canceled.
MAN SHOOTS 6 AT SURPRISE PARTY!
OSLO (Reuters) - A Norwegian accidentally shot and wounded six of his friends at a surprise party to celebrate his 40th birthday, police said on Sunday.
The man found out about the party in a forest cabin in south Norway beforehand and hid behind trees nearby with a shotgun as about 30 guests turned up on Saturday night, hoping to turn the surprise on his friends,
He blasted off one round in the air, meaning it as a joke to shock the partygoers. But when he came out from his hiding place, he tripped and the gun went off again, badly hurting one woman in the legs and slightly injuring five others.
"Seven people were taken to hospital in Fredrikstad including the man who shot. He wasn't physically hurt but in deep shock," a police spokesman said.
The party was canceled.
Well, it's Monday. I rolled out of bed this morning before 6, got my coffee, took a quick bath, and relaxed a few minutes before waking the little terrorist to get ready for his first day back at school. He's excited about going into first grade but still doesn't understand that this isn't high school. We had to park a block from the building and walk through traffic but we made it to his room and I left him in the care of several teachers who will all be earning their salaries today.
After I left the school I went into work for an hour to do a little catch up since I missed going last Thursday. Then I did a little grocery shopping and stopped and bought a half bushel of peaches on the way home. Now I can relax for a little while.
Yesterday, on the Sci-fi channel, they had monster critter movies on all day. I didn't sit long enough to see more than a little of each movie, but Zach watched them until he went to bed at 9 last night. My subconsious must have gathered some of the information however, since I fought giagantic snakes all night long in my sleep. I was still holding my finger when I woke up this morning where that big ole snake took a bite!!
I reckon I could use a superhero down here,,what about it Special K???
Zach, ready for First Grade.
After I left the school I went into work for an hour to do a little catch up since I missed going last Thursday. Then I did a little grocery shopping and stopped and bought a half bushel of peaches on the way home. Now I can relax for a little while.
Yesterday, on the Sci-fi channel, they had monster critter movies on all day. I didn't sit long enough to see more than a little of each movie, but Zach watched them until he went to bed at 9 last night. My subconsious must have gathered some of the information however, since I fought giagantic snakes all night long in my sleep. I was still holding my finger when I woke up this morning where that big ole snake took a bite!!
I reckon I could use a superhero down here,,what about it Special K???
Zach, ready for First Grade.
Sunday, August 17, 2003
This house is like Grand Central Station sometimes and the lack of privacy is getting to be a problem.
Our neighbor usually comes by around 5:30 a.m. every morning for coffee and he and hubby discuss the day's farming doings. This isn't so bad since they seldom wake me and except for having coffee cups still in the living room when I get up, it's tolerable.
But weekends are a different story. More times than not his brother and cousin will join the neighbor in visiting for early morning coffee.
This morning I awoke to several empty coffee cups scattered here and there so I knew the "extras" had been by this morning. When hubby came in from where ever he had been, I remarked that it was kind of him to close the bedroom door before all of his company had arrived this morning. He informed me that when going after his second cup of coffee, he had passed the door and glanced in to see my naked butt shining so it occurred to him to close the door. Then when he told me that the door had been open when the others had gotten their first cups of coffee,,,,the shit hit the fan!
I don't know what's worse, having my bedroom next to the main living area of the house, or having company at 5 a.m. every morning!! Something has got to change or I'm going to have to start charging for the peek show!!!
Our neighbor usually comes by around 5:30 a.m. every morning for coffee and he and hubby discuss the day's farming doings. This isn't so bad since they seldom wake me and except for having coffee cups still in the living room when I get up, it's tolerable.
But weekends are a different story. More times than not his brother and cousin will join the neighbor in visiting for early morning coffee.
This morning I awoke to several empty coffee cups scattered here and there so I knew the "extras" had been by this morning. When hubby came in from where ever he had been, I remarked that it was kind of him to close the bedroom door before all of his company had arrived this morning. He informed me that when going after his second cup of coffee, he had passed the door and glanced in to see my naked butt shining so it occurred to him to close the door. Then when he told me that the door had been open when the others had gotten their first cups of coffee,,,,the shit hit the fan!
I don't know what's worse, having my bedroom next to the main living area of the house, or having company at 5 a.m. every morning!! Something has got to change or I'm going to have to start charging for the peek show!!!
Saturday, August 16, 2003
That Special K has a way of reminding me of the good ole days. (the bee incident).
I've written before about my 3 "city" cousins who used to come spend time with us in the summer down on the farm. Hoppy (Gordon), Mike, and Dennis were sure greenhorns and my sisters and I had the best time teaching them the ropes!
I think it was Mike that we talked into riding a sapling one day. It took 4 of us to pull that little, stout tree over far enough for him to climb on and he barely had a good hold when we said "hang ON" and let er loose! I seem to recall Grandma giving us all a good whipping after daubbing his injuries with the idodine that she kept on hand for such emergencies. The whipping memory is faint because we got so many of them, it's not easy to remember which one went with which adventure.
I've written before about my 3 "city" cousins who used to come spend time with us in the summer down on the farm. Hoppy (Gordon), Mike, and Dennis were sure greenhorns and my sisters and I had the best time teaching them the ropes!
I think it was Mike that we talked into riding a sapling one day. It took 4 of us to pull that little, stout tree over far enough for him to climb on and he barely had a good hold when we said "hang ON" and let er loose! I seem to recall Grandma giving us all a good whipping after daubbing his injuries with the idodine that she kept on hand for such emergencies. The whipping memory is faint because we got so many of them, it's not easy to remember which one went with which adventure.
My Goodness but it feels good to be mistaken for one of the younguns sometimes. Thank you Barry for thinking the first grader was one of my first generation offspring!
I slept until almost 9 a.m. this morning! Now I'm sneaking glances upwards in case the sky should decide to fall. Mind you I was up until after 1 watching some movie (I don't know the name of it), and then slept the first few hours on the sofa before moving to the bedroom around 5 or so, but even at that, I'm feeling much more rested.
Here are a few more photos that I think turned out well.
I took these on the last trip to visit my sister, going through the Ozarks.
On top of a little mountain in the fog.
This one is of a nest and a bird in my tree out front. I think you'll have to look closely.
I slept until almost 9 a.m. this morning! Now I'm sneaking glances upwards in case the sky should decide to fall. Mind you I was up until after 1 watching some movie (I don't know the name of it), and then slept the first few hours on the sofa before moving to the bedroom around 5 or so, but even at that, I'm feeling much more rested.
Here are a few more photos that I think turned out well.
I took these on the last trip to visit my sister, going through the Ozarks.
On top of a little mountain in the fog.
This one is of a nest and a bird in my tree out front. I think you'll have to look closely.
Friday, August 15, 2003
Barton Elementary First Grade Supply List
1. Backpack - No wheels
2. Plastic school box (medium or large size)
3. 1 package of regular #2 pencils
4. 4 glue sticks
5. 4 block erasers
6. 2 boxes of crayons (Crayola brand - 16 or 24 count)
7. Sissors (Fiskars brand)
8. 3 folders (brief type with 3 prongs and pockets)
9. 1 box of Kleenex tissues
10. 1 - 8 oz bottle of hand sanitizer
11. $2.00 for D'Nelian writing tablets
12. $10 for classroom supply fee
I have no idea what the hell Fiskars brand sissors are. I have to buy two more glue sticks, and the hand sanitizer and tissues. Sounds like they are going to have a sticky party in there to me!!
1. Backpack - No wheels
2. Plastic school box (medium or large size)
3. 1 package of regular #2 pencils
4. 4 glue sticks
5. 4 block erasers
6. 2 boxes of crayons (Crayola brand - 16 or 24 count)
7. Sissors (Fiskars brand)
8. 3 folders (brief type with 3 prongs and pockets)
9. 1 box of Kleenex tissues
10. 1 - 8 oz bottle of hand sanitizer
11. $2.00 for D'Nelian writing tablets
12. $10 for classroom supply fee
I have no idea what the hell Fiskars brand sissors are. I have to buy two more glue sticks, and the hand sanitizer and tissues. Sounds like they are going to have a sticky party in there to me!!
School starts Monday here (little happy dance!) and that's a good thing. The stress level will be down for a few hours a day during the week and at the max after school when we have to do the homework thing again.
Zach has the idea that since he's graduated from kindergarten he's now eligible for high school. I'm not about to break his bubble but I sure hope he isn't too pissed at me when he finds out the truth.
Last evening Jami and I went to the open house at the school and met Zach's teacher and picked up the list of supplies he'll be needing as a first grader. It doesn't matter that last week I gathered up just about every supply that you'd think a first grader would need, there are still items on that list that I didn't think of and must go and purchase before Monday.
His teacher is a young lady that I've known since she was a toddler (does this make me old??) and she's a sweet thing so hopefully Zach won't terrorize her too badly. He is excited about returning to school so maybe he'll make it through the first two weeks this year without the dreaded paddlings.
Yesterday, it wasn't enough that I still felt like shit, I had a call from a client who'd filed an extension on their tax return who now wanted to file their return. Since the return has to be mailed today, you can imagine what I was doing for most of yesterday and last night. I hope he doesn't complain when I present him with the bill for my efforts. His wife owns the tax business that I work for so hopefully she will prepare him beforehand.
Today I must get some housework done. Himself mentioned last night that he sure hoped that I'd DO something today. I mentioned right back that I just might, but if he was really that concerned about it, he could consider doing it himself or finding someone else to do it for him.
That remark didn't go over too well but if he did the ranting and raving thing I missed it since I had to leave for the open house (grin).
Ya'll have a nice day now, ya hear?
Zach has the idea that since he's graduated from kindergarten he's now eligible for high school. I'm not about to break his bubble but I sure hope he isn't too pissed at me when he finds out the truth.
Last evening Jami and I went to the open house at the school and met Zach's teacher and picked up the list of supplies he'll be needing as a first grader. It doesn't matter that last week I gathered up just about every supply that you'd think a first grader would need, there are still items on that list that I didn't think of and must go and purchase before Monday.
His teacher is a young lady that I've known since she was a toddler (does this make me old??) and she's a sweet thing so hopefully Zach won't terrorize her too badly. He is excited about returning to school so maybe he'll make it through the first two weeks this year without the dreaded paddlings.
Yesterday, it wasn't enough that I still felt like shit, I had a call from a client who'd filed an extension on their tax return who now wanted to file their return. Since the return has to be mailed today, you can imagine what I was doing for most of yesterday and last night. I hope he doesn't complain when I present him with the bill for my efforts. His wife owns the tax business that I work for so hopefully she will prepare him beforehand.
Today I must get some housework done. Himself mentioned last night that he sure hoped that I'd DO something today. I mentioned right back that I just might, but if he was really that concerned about it, he could consider doing it himself or finding someone else to do it for him.
That remark didn't go over too well but if he did the ranting and raving thing I missed it since I had to leave for the open house (grin).
Ya'll have a nice day now, ya hear?
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