YAY! My faith in America and rock'n'roll has been renewed!!! David Cook won American Idol and I am so proud! I was just sure that the geeky Archuleta kid (who, granted, can sing like nobody's business) was gonna win, just because that's the way it goes on American Idol.... I mean, look what happened with Chris Daughtry! He was the absolute BEST that season and he lost. I was determined not to watch this season, and I actually stuck to it with the exception of about four shows. I loved David Cook everytime but was still determined not to watch cause I figured he'd lose. I am so happy for him! Woo Hoo! Brad is alughing at me and saying I am pathetic for being so excited over a tv show, but I don't care.
My mom needs more prayers, y'all. She had her surgery on her ankle yesterday and she is in some major pain. None of her pain medicine is helping enough and it is the worst to have to just watch her be in pain and not be able to do anything about it. Just really pray that her pain will subside soon and she can start her road to recovery.
I gotta go to bed now because we are having EOG's at school this week and I have to stand there for several hours and if I stay up late I will fall asleep and fall over on some poor unsuspecting kid. Maybe I can stay up late and write more this weekend... I am in an oddly talkative mood lately, just ask Brad.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Thursday, May 15, 2008
The Oceanic Six get off the island...
Well, tonight on LOST we are supposed to find out how the Oceanic Six get off the island! It is the first hour of the three hour finale and I so desperately want to see it but I have a really bad headache and I am soooo sleepy and it's only 9:30. To make matters worse, I let Sam sleep in my bed tonight since Brad is out of town and so I am dying to go cuddle up to him! I could record it or buy it tomorrow on iTunes if it seems like I may not make it. I've never intentionally missed LOST...
I went to see mom this evening. She is really uncomfortable and her pain medicine isn't strong enough. Her surgery isn't until Tuesday and she has to just stick it out until then. Like I said, say a little prayer for her.
Ugh... to sleep or not to sleep???
I went to see mom this evening. She is really uncomfortable and her pain medicine isn't strong enough. Her surgery isn't until Tuesday and she has to just stick it out until then. Like I said, say a little prayer for her.
Ugh... to sleep or not to sleep???
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Coyotes, lost bobbys, and mom's ankle...
First of all, my mom fell yesterday and broke her ankle in three places. She is going to have surgery on Tuesday to have several pins put in, after which she will be in a cast for several weeks. Say a prayer for her and daddy. I know she feels like she just can't catch a break but if you know me at all you know I am BIG on that "everything happens for a reason..." jazz. Don't know why this happened, but I am sure something good will come of it sometime, somehow.
Next, I am about to pull my hair out over Lily's stinkin' bobbys. She CANNOT keep up with them no matter what. We can have three floating around one hour and the next hour you can't find one anywhere. You can turn the house upside down you'll swear they grew legs and ran away! She flops in the floor screaming and crying for it. I can usually take it better than Sam, who will set out on his own private mission to shut his sister up by finding her ever-precious bobby. I guess he feels her pain cause he's still a finger-sucker himself. She carries it with her outside and then she lays it in the grass or on the trampoline or in the sandbox. Of course, she doesn't think of bringing it in until she can't find one in the bobby drawer (yes, I have a kitchen drawer dedication to housing bobbys - how sad is that?).
Brad is out of town at The Grove Park Inn in Asheville at an airport conference until Friday. Bless his heart, right? Hmph... I'll bet he hasn't hunted for a bobby once tonight! I love my husband. I know he works hard... really, really hard. I know he loves his family. But oh, how I wish he were here more...
19 more days of school....
OK, now for my coyote story... The other night I was awakened several times through the night with the dogs barking. Around 6am, I heard them barking like mad, followed by what sounded like a dog fight, followed by Taco barking on the front porch - not in the dog lot where she was supposed to be. Confused and worried, I jumped out of the bed and ran to the bathroom window which looks out onto the front porch. There was my fat chihuahua, hair on her back standing straight up, barking with a purpose. Everything in her stance told me she was pissed. I looked around for what she was barking at, only to see a coyote standing at the edge of the flowerbed, not even three feet from Taco, pacing back and forth in front of her. It was only waiting for her to come down off the porch, I assume. I yelled for Brad to get his gun. He fumbled around looking for his bullets, turned off the alarm, and threw open the front door so hard it hit the wall and sent the coyote running. He didn't even get a chance to see it but I had been watching it from the window the whole time. I pieced together then events of the morning and I figured that Taco and Burger were being watched by this coyote all night. Taco dug herself a hole under the fence (she's done it before) and slid underneath to "attack" the coyote. Understand that Taco has not been informed of the fact that she is only inches tall and that she is about three times as heavy as your typical chihuahua. In her mind, she is a killer! She must've ran past (or at) the coyote, tangled with him briefly, before realizing it was in her best interest to get to safety. She's awfully lucky she made it to the porch, and even luckier that the coyote was afraid to come on the porch behind her. Brad, in his determination to kill the culprit, borrowed an audio tape of a wounded rabbit (you know everyone has one of those lying around the house collecting dust) and played it several hours that evening while sitting in the porch with a spotlight and a shotgun. No luck, unfortunately. So I have been extremely uneasy about the dogs being outside, even though they are in a fenced lot. Tonight, with Brad out of town, I decided to keep them in the garage, just incase. I mean, I've never shot a gun and I wouldn't begin to know how to if I needed to. I guess I should learn.
I noticed while writing that paragraph that "coyote" is a really weird word. Don't you think?
Well, my sweet babies are patiently waiting for me to tuck them in and read them a story before bed. I should've already had them in bed but I got started with this and I didn't want to stop until I had finished. After all, I had strict orders from Carmen to get on my blog and write because she's bored and needs something to read. I will try to do better, Carm.
One last thing before I go... Lily's dance recital is this Sunday afternoon and then we're finished with dance until next year (if we decide to dance next year). I am so glad that I can finally stop running here and there!
Oh, wait.... I forgot to say that Brad bought me an iPod for Mother's Day. I have been having a good time getting it like I want it. I miss music and I have been trying hard to get back into it now that my kids are getting older and I can stop listening to kiddie songs in the car!
Next, I am about to pull my hair out over Lily's stinkin' bobbys. She CANNOT keep up with them no matter what. We can have three floating around one hour and the next hour you can't find one anywhere. You can turn the house upside down you'll swear they grew legs and ran away! She flops in the floor screaming and crying for it. I can usually take it better than Sam, who will set out on his own private mission to shut his sister up by finding her ever-precious bobby. I guess he feels her pain cause he's still a finger-sucker himself. She carries it with her outside and then she lays it in the grass or on the trampoline or in the sandbox. Of course, she doesn't think of bringing it in until she can't find one in the bobby drawer (yes, I have a kitchen drawer dedication to housing bobbys - how sad is that?).
Brad is out of town at The Grove Park Inn in Asheville at an airport conference until Friday. Bless his heart, right? Hmph... I'll bet he hasn't hunted for a bobby once tonight! I love my husband. I know he works hard... really, really hard. I know he loves his family. But oh, how I wish he were here more...
19 more days of school....
OK, now for my coyote story... The other night I was awakened several times through the night with the dogs barking. Around 6am, I heard them barking like mad, followed by what sounded like a dog fight, followed by Taco barking on the front porch - not in the dog lot where she was supposed to be. Confused and worried, I jumped out of the bed and ran to the bathroom window which looks out onto the front porch. There was my fat chihuahua, hair on her back standing straight up, barking with a purpose. Everything in her stance told me she was pissed. I looked around for what she was barking at, only to see a coyote standing at the edge of the flowerbed, not even three feet from Taco, pacing back and forth in front of her. It was only waiting for her to come down off the porch, I assume. I yelled for Brad to get his gun. He fumbled around looking for his bullets, turned off the alarm, and threw open the front door so hard it hit the wall and sent the coyote running. He didn't even get a chance to see it but I had been watching it from the window the whole time. I pieced together then events of the morning and I figured that Taco and Burger were being watched by this coyote all night. Taco dug herself a hole under the fence (she's done it before) and slid underneath to "attack" the coyote. Understand that Taco has not been informed of the fact that she is only inches tall and that she is about three times as heavy as your typical chihuahua. In her mind, she is a killer! She must've ran past (or at) the coyote, tangled with him briefly, before realizing it was in her best interest to get to safety. She's awfully lucky she made it to the porch, and even luckier that the coyote was afraid to come on the porch behind her. Brad, in his determination to kill the culprit, borrowed an audio tape of a wounded rabbit (you know everyone has one of those lying around the house collecting dust) and played it several hours that evening while sitting in the porch with a spotlight and a shotgun. No luck, unfortunately. So I have been extremely uneasy about the dogs being outside, even though they are in a fenced lot. Tonight, with Brad out of town, I decided to keep them in the garage, just incase. I mean, I've never shot a gun and I wouldn't begin to know how to if I needed to. I guess I should learn.
I noticed while writing that paragraph that "coyote" is a really weird word. Don't you think?
Well, my sweet babies are patiently waiting for me to tuck them in and read them a story before bed. I should've already had them in bed but I got started with this and I didn't want to stop until I had finished. After all, I had strict orders from Carmen to get on my blog and write because she's bored and needs something to read. I will try to do better, Carm.
One last thing before I go... Lily's dance recital is this Sunday afternoon and then we're finished with dance until next year (if we decide to dance next year). I am so glad that I can finally stop running here and there!
Oh, wait.... I forgot to say that Brad bought me an iPod for Mother's Day. I have been having a good time getting it like I want it. I miss music and I have been trying hard to get back into it now that my kids are getting older and I can stop listening to kiddie songs in the car!
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Mood swings and Mario...
Ahhh, I am letting the old blog slide a bit lately. Sorry to those of you with whom this is one of my only means of communication... It seems like there has been a lot of stuff busy-ing up my schedule lately and Brad has been gone a whole lot more than usual which puts me on my own with the kiddos which means I have less time to write. Brad is totally addicted to Super Mario 3 on the Wii and I am starting to regret we ever bought it. We rented some new games from Family Video but he refuses to even try them because he is so intent on playing his oldie but goodie. I hear Mario music in my head when I try to fall asleep at night. I hate it.
We talked a bit last week about starting ourselves on a budget to try to get some stuff paid off and one of the major things that we spend our money on is eating out. So, we decided to really try to eat at home and try to allow ourselves one night eating out per week. We eat at church on Wednesday nights and usually we get something from somewhere on Fridays when Katie and Greg come over. Or sometimes we cook, it just depends. Anyway, I am really proud of myself this week because I have been cooking supper each night. I cleaned out the refrigerator, freezer and the pantry this weekend. Cleaned up, threw out old stuff, organized the cabinets, and just got a feel for what we had that needed to be eaten. I made a menu for the week and I made my grocery list and it has gone really well so far. It makes me feel so good when I am productive and all Martha Stewart-ish.
I have got to find a doctor to help me with my premenstrual mood swings, folks. It happens almost exactly one week before my period starts and I morph into MOMMY FROM HELL. My kids at school even notice and ask me what is wrong and why I'm in such a bad mood. Forget the way I treat my own family...it's just really bad. And I feel as though I have no control over it. I remember I took St. John's Wort for a while before I had any children and it worked pretty well, so I bought some of it this weekend and I've been taking it twice a day to see if it helps. So far I think it is taking the edge off of my bitchiness, but it is still there, without a doubt. It is more like I am sullen now... not mean, just sort of poopy and mopey. And when my period starts, it will go away and I will be fine for three weeks. I don't know for sure, but I'm thinking my marriage can't take this twelve times per year. Not even sure I can take this twelve times per year myself. Anybody have this problem besides me and have some suggestions? I tried that doctor in Forest City but she really disappointed me. My hormones seemed ok, according to her. A little high on the testosterone end, low on the estrogen end, but within normal limits. I also have to tell myself that I get this way near the end of the school year each year too. I get so burnt out and I need summer.
Speaking of summer, I have definitely decided that it is just not worth the loss of sanity it would require for me to teach summer school. Not gonna do it. We have discussed using our economic stimulus checks to pay for our Disney Vacation. Now I just have to plan it. Kendra... hope you have fun! Be sure to fill me in on what to do and what not to do when you get back! I have also told Brad that I want to plan a couple of beach trips this summer, with or without him so that the kids and I can get away from the house some. I really don't need a fancy place to stay, just need me some ocean air... cleanses my soul, you know. Of course I can't imagine what it would be like to go without the kids and sleep on the beach like I used to in the good old days... I would probably just miss them and feel guilty about being there without them the whole time if I actually got the chance to do that.
Well, the eyeballs are feeling a bit like sandpaper and they keep closing spontaneously so I guess that's the bed calling. I have a mother's day program in the morning at Lily's preschool at 9am so I at least get to sleep in a little bit. Talk again soon I hope...
We talked a bit last week about starting ourselves on a budget to try to get some stuff paid off and one of the major things that we spend our money on is eating out. So, we decided to really try to eat at home and try to allow ourselves one night eating out per week. We eat at church on Wednesday nights and usually we get something from somewhere on Fridays when Katie and Greg come over. Or sometimes we cook, it just depends. Anyway, I am really proud of myself this week because I have been cooking supper each night. I cleaned out the refrigerator, freezer and the pantry this weekend. Cleaned up, threw out old stuff, organized the cabinets, and just got a feel for what we had that needed to be eaten. I made a menu for the week and I made my grocery list and it has gone really well so far. It makes me feel so good when I am productive and all Martha Stewart-ish.
I have got to find a doctor to help me with my premenstrual mood swings, folks. It happens almost exactly one week before my period starts and I morph into MOMMY FROM HELL. My kids at school even notice and ask me what is wrong and why I'm in such a bad mood. Forget the way I treat my own family...it's just really bad. And I feel as though I have no control over it. I remember I took St. John's Wort for a while before I had any children and it worked pretty well, so I bought some of it this weekend and I've been taking it twice a day to see if it helps. So far I think it is taking the edge off of my bitchiness, but it is still there, without a doubt. It is more like I am sullen now... not mean, just sort of poopy and mopey. And when my period starts, it will go away and I will be fine for three weeks. I don't know for sure, but I'm thinking my marriage can't take this twelve times per year. Not even sure I can take this twelve times per year myself. Anybody have this problem besides me and have some suggestions? I tried that doctor in Forest City but she really disappointed me. My hormones seemed ok, according to her. A little high on the testosterone end, low on the estrogen end, but within normal limits. I also have to tell myself that I get this way near the end of the school year each year too. I get so burnt out and I need summer.
Speaking of summer, I have definitely decided that it is just not worth the loss of sanity it would require for me to teach summer school. Not gonna do it. We have discussed using our economic stimulus checks to pay for our Disney Vacation. Now I just have to plan it. Kendra... hope you have fun! Be sure to fill me in on what to do and what not to do when you get back! I have also told Brad that I want to plan a couple of beach trips this summer, with or without him so that the kids and I can get away from the house some. I really don't need a fancy place to stay, just need me some ocean air... cleanses my soul, you know. Of course I can't imagine what it would be like to go without the kids and sleep on the beach like I used to in the good old days... I would probably just miss them and feel guilty about being there without them the whole time if I actually got the chance to do that.
Well, the eyeballs are feeling a bit like sandpaper and they keep closing spontaneously so I guess that's the bed calling. I have a mother's day program in the morning at Lily's preschool at 9am so I at least get to sleep in a little bit. Talk again soon I hope...
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Oh, wait, Eli has arrived...
I forgot that I didn't mention on here that my super duper friend Becky had her baby. They put her in the hospital Sunday night and were going to start inducing her Monday morning but she went into labor on her own while she was there. She delivered her baby boy (Eli) around lunchtime Monday... he weighed 9lbs. 2 1/2oz. and he is absolutely beautiful! Congratulations Becky!
Light at the end of the tunnel...
I am sitting here at work waiting for one of my kids to finish a test and after looking at the calendar I am starting to see a light at the end of the tunnel. June 10th is the last day for the kids which mean I only have 26 days of school left after today. I get so anxious this time of year because it looks like the time that remains is short, but each day seems to drag out ridiculously! I had planned to teach summer school and to take the money I made teaching summer school so that we could go to Disney. I just don't think I can do it.
You know, people always say how lucky teachers are to have the summers off... well, I am gonna tell you a secret... if I did this job year round I would be a complete and total nutbag! I already feel the drain on my brain from doing this the 9 1/2 years I already have put in, and that with having summers off. Really! Teachers need the summer to recover from the school year. To breathe. To relearn regular bathroom habits. To eat food that doesn't taste like cardboard. (Nikki picked up a tater tot today and her tots and tray were all stuck together...one entity) To see sunshine. To get the rubber band smell out of their clothes. To ween off the antidepressants. To rejoin society.
I love summer. I want us to go somewhere nice for vacation (I'd really like to go to Disney) but I just don't think we can afford it. Maybe I can spend the summer planning a Disney trip in October or November when it's not so hot and maybe things will be cheaper during that time too. The kids are already talking about the beach so I guess we need to do that too. I love the beach and I would love to go spend about three or four days down there by myself or maybe with a friend or two. That would be nice. No skinny friends would be allowed because then I would be uncomfortable in my bathing suit. Sorry skinny folks. If you want to go to the beach with me you had better start eating now...
The kids are getting to the same point I am at with school... ready to be done with it. Even Lily who does nothing but sing and paint and do fun stuff is about to die to stay home from school. She cries about it in the mornings. Sam has various excuses for why he doesn't want to go to school... his neck hurts, he didn't get enough sleep the night before, he has a cough, etc. It makes me sad for them because I know they have SO MANY years of this in front of them. Ugh...
Well, tonight is LOST and I am thrilled of course. Last Thursday was one of the best episodes I had seen in a very long time. We finally got some questions sort of answered and that makes me glad. I have finally learned how to watch LOST. My gears get to turning and I lay in bed for a while thinking about what happened and then I stop thinking about it until the next Thursday before it comes on again. I have just decided there's no use really troubling myself over it because I won't be able to figure it out... I just enjoy it. It is such a GREAT show. It reassures to me that there are still intelligent people out there writing intelligent stories for television. I haven't seen much else intelligent lately.
I did watch a really good movie this weekend. Waitress with Keri Russell. I don't know if it was because it was so late when I watched it and I was delirious or if it was really that good, but it touched me. This girl was really down, had a horrible life, mean husband, dead end job... and then to top it all off she fould out she was pregnant with said husband's child. I won't ruin the ending because the ending is what made it so good but it really made me think about how special my children are to me. Yes, I get aggravated at them and they demand so much time and effort, BUT they mean the world to me and I wouldn't trade them for all the money in the world.
Well, until I have a few minutes to write again...
You know, people always say how lucky teachers are to have the summers off... well, I am gonna tell you a secret... if I did this job year round I would be a complete and total nutbag! I already feel the drain on my brain from doing this the 9 1/2 years I already have put in, and that with having summers off. Really! Teachers need the summer to recover from the school year. To breathe. To relearn regular bathroom habits. To eat food that doesn't taste like cardboard. (Nikki picked up a tater tot today and her tots and tray were all stuck together...one entity) To see sunshine. To get the rubber band smell out of their clothes. To ween off the antidepressants. To rejoin society.
I love summer. I want us to go somewhere nice for vacation (I'd really like to go to Disney) but I just don't think we can afford it. Maybe I can spend the summer planning a Disney trip in October or November when it's not so hot and maybe things will be cheaper during that time too. The kids are already talking about the beach so I guess we need to do that too. I love the beach and I would love to go spend about three or four days down there by myself or maybe with a friend or two. That would be nice. No skinny friends would be allowed because then I would be uncomfortable in my bathing suit. Sorry skinny folks. If you want to go to the beach with me you had better start eating now...
The kids are getting to the same point I am at with school... ready to be done with it. Even Lily who does nothing but sing and paint and do fun stuff is about to die to stay home from school. She cries about it in the mornings. Sam has various excuses for why he doesn't want to go to school... his neck hurts, he didn't get enough sleep the night before, he has a cough, etc. It makes me sad for them because I know they have SO MANY years of this in front of them. Ugh...
Well, tonight is LOST and I am thrilled of course. Last Thursday was one of the best episodes I had seen in a very long time. We finally got some questions sort of answered and that makes me glad. I have finally learned how to watch LOST. My gears get to turning and I lay in bed for a while thinking about what happened and then I stop thinking about it until the next Thursday before it comes on again. I have just decided there's no use really troubling myself over it because I won't be able to figure it out... I just enjoy it. It is such a GREAT show. It reassures to me that there are still intelligent people out there writing intelligent stories for television. I haven't seen much else intelligent lately.
I did watch a really good movie this weekend. Waitress with Keri Russell. I don't know if it was because it was so late when I watched it and I was delirious or if it was really that good, but it touched me. This girl was really down, had a horrible life, mean husband, dead end job... and then to top it all off she fould out she was pregnant with said husband's child. I won't ruin the ending because the ending is what made it so good but it really made me think about how special my children are to me. Yes, I get aggravated at them and they demand so much time and effort, BUT they mean the world to me and I wouldn't trade them for all the money in the world.
Well, until I have a few minutes to write again...
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