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Randomness………Really.


Today has been some kinda day!  Busy every moment.  Yes, EVERY moment.  It has been chaotic!   Til now.  Yay!

Since I used up all my emotional energy, my thinking cap is burnt out, and I’m just plain ole tired, I decided to bless you with a random list!

Druuummmmmm roll, puh-leeeze!!

♥  Tonight was our church Thanksgiving meal.  Food was everywhere.  Seriously.  Tons. of. food.  But you know what was the absolute BEST thing about it??  My boys telling me (on the way home), “I just didn’t like anything they had except the dumplings, cobbler, and acorn cookie thingies.”  What’s the big deal about that??  Momma made all of those things!!  And believe me, we have some master cooks in our church.  So that’s a HUGE compliment!  Momma is rocking the kitchen….. and by Momma, I mean ME.  =D

♥  Speaking of acorn cookie thingies….. I made two things I found on Pinterest.  Yessirreee, Bob.  I made the acorn thingies AND pilgrim hats.  I was really hoping to get a pic, but since we were running last minute finishing them, I didn’t.  And they were all gone after the dinner.  Yay!

Pic from Pinterest…….but mine were adorable, too!

♥  I realize today I’m using the word YAY a bit too much.  But, it just really reflects my mood.  And since my ADHD is in overdrive, I just don’t want to try to come up with anything else.  At the risk of sounding redundant….YAY!

♥  I have got to get off my patooty and find my battery charger for my camera.  For some reason, I can never keep up with that thing.  Oh, wait, the reason is I’m totally scatterbrained.  Yep, that’s it.  Couldn’t keep up with my rear if it wasn’t attached at the hip.

♥  Pandas are seriously adorable creatures.  I have never seen one in real life.  It would probably be disappointing since their white fur would probably be filthy.  But they are still beautiful animals.  But my favorite are still flamingos.

♥  I don’t really watch the news much anymore.  It’s WAY depressing.  But my mom was telling me about this old pervert coach from Penn State who has been abusing young boys for YEARS.  So, I’ve just gotta say, every staff member and friend that knew about this crap and did nothing should be sent up the river with him.  Oh, and telling someone who did nothing is not enough.  You keep telling till someone does something.  Everyone of them………up the river.

♥  Some people crack me up.  Since this month is Thanksgiving, Facebook is over-run with thankful posts.  And yes, I’m posting them too.  Don’t judge.  It’s not a bad thing.  But what cracks me up are people who actually post the same thing (with different wording) almost every day.  Some people have such tunnel vision that all they can see is themselves.  So they just keep saying the same things over and over and over.  Oh, oh….and how about the “I’m thankful for my dad, sis, bro, mom, dog, son, daughter, house, job, and car.  That will do for the first half of the month.”  Seriously?  Are you really thankful?

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♥  And then there’s THOSE  OTHER people.  You know, the ones who apparently have nothing better to do than sit around count how many times someone has posted the same thankful post.  And then they have the nerve to rate someone’s thankful heart just based on a stupid FB post.  Geeeeeeezzzzz, S.O.M.E.O.N.E. needs a life!

♥  Do pajamas really have to match?  I mean, does it really matter if my PJ pants and my top match?  When does it matter?  When I have company over?  When I go visit someone else?  Or never?  Really?  Is it important?

♥  And now my pet word must be really.  Just in case you didn’t notice.

♥  Hurley on Lost just needs to shave.  I don’t care if you’re stuck on a deserted island.  Just shave.  Dude, it’s really gross.  And hey, there was all kinds of junk in the wreckage.  Surely you can find something to shave with.  Jin is ALWAYS clean shaven.

 

 

 

 

 

Hurley

 

 

Jin…like I said, ALWAYS clean shaven!

 

 

 

♥  Have I told you I get to go to the Dallas Cowboy football game on Thanksgiving Day?  Yep, I’m just that cool.  Gonna tailgate and everything!  Plus, the Black Friday sales start at 10pm Thanksgiving night.  Just makes me so excited I’m giddy.  I get butterflies just thinking about it.  Next week is gonna be good week.

 

♥  Speaking of Black Friday…….I better go browse the ads.  They are already online and I’ve taken a peek at them, but I need to start making a plan of attack list.  I would go into detail, but that’s definitely  for another post.  Besides, all I can think about now is….

sh-op-ping!!!!!!!!!

So off I go!!!!!!!

Later Gator!!

 

 

 

 

 

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Posted by on November 16, 2011 in Randomocity

 

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Hell-mart & Tornado Tuesday


Earlier today I started to write a post about Tuesday.  My first thought was that it was going to be Torture Tuesday…..Since yesterday was Christmas Tree Monday, we basically managed to drag everything out, spread it out all over the house and leave it.  We had trouble with the lights.  All of them.  Everything was a tangled mess.  The beads, the ribbons, the lights, the tinsel.  You name it.  It was a MESS.  It actually looked like someone had vomited Christmas all over the house.  YUCK. I actually said an extra prayer for safety because if the house were to burn, I wasn’t sure we could find our way out.

But then, the perpetual optimist in me, reminded me not to start the day off with such a negative attitude.   Negative Nellys tend to suck the life out of people and I certainly don’t want to be one of those people.  So, I went with a Terrifical Tuesday.  Sure, the house was in absolute chaos.  But I didn’t mind it.  The kids were having fun.  They had smiles on their little faces, so it must be a good day, right?  Another day of decorating would only give me a good excuse for another cup of homemade hot chocolate.

All in all, I decided to scratch the whole dadgum post.  I couldn’t fake it and I didn’t want to spread my pessimism, so I simply kept my mouth shut and my keyboard idle.  I walked away from the computer.  I decided I would come back when I could get my ADHD in control enough to make a firm decision about what to write.

And let me tell you, here I am!

I ended up making a run to the closest Hell-Mart, I mean Wal-Mart…..about 25 miles down the road from our teeny town.  Yes, I hate the place.  My hubby and I refer to it as the arm pit of East Texas.  But when you live in the middle of nowhere, you realize beggars can’t be choosers.  So, Hell-Mart has to suffice.

Yes, it IS that bad!

I needed to get some groceries to cook for tomorrow’s big Thanksgiving dinner at church, as well as some other things.  I planned to leave the kids at home for the afternoon.  Cameron is almost 16 now and I knew he could hold down the fort.  So off I went.  It was time for some peace and quiet.  Kid-free time.  This might just be Terrifical Tuesday after all!  Yay!

Of course, I live a life of calamity and chaos.  Many have said I was jinxed.  Because I can do almost NOTHING without catastrophe.  It follows me around like a puppy dog.  I should have known today would be no different.  I just THOUGHT I was gonna get some alone time all to myself.  But my old pal, calamity was there with me all along.

It started off innocent enough.  I was browsing the Christmas decorations.  Pricing wrapping paper.  Looking for a Christmas gift or two.  That’s when the call came.  The boys called to tell me the town I was in was now under a tornado watch.  I paused for a minute and did actually consider stopping right there and heading home.  But come on, how many times do we have a tornado watch and nothing ever happens?  A lot.  I decided to take my chances.  I kept shopping.

I perused the yarn and crafts.  The electronics.  The pajamas.  I took my time getting over to the grocery section.  In fact, I was almost finished.  Just another item or two and I would be ready to check out.  That’s when it happened.

“Wal-mart customers and associates.  We are now in a Code Black.  Please be aware the weather is conducive to tornados and we are now under a tornado warning.  Be prepared to seek shelter. Code Black.”

 

This is what the tornado MIGHT have looked like if there actually was one!

Shelter?  Really?  I’m in a Super Wal-Mart.  Isn’t that shelter?

I decided to finish up my list quickly.  There was just one thing I forgot in the back of the store.  As I threw that can of cinnamon rolls into the buggy, I notice the aisles are empty.  I guess that announcement (actually there had been three of them by this time), that  Code Black, had frightened our local Wal-Mart shopppers.  I thought it might be time to get serious.  As I rounded the corner, I was met by an associate.

She informed me that there had been 3 tornadoes touch down in our area and we needed to take cover.

NOW.

She sent me to the front of the store and to get somewhere ‘with walls’.

It seemed simple enough.  I sat down in the McDonalds located at the front of the store and began making calls to check on my kids at home.  Of course, no one answered.  Not my mom.  Not the hubby.  Not the kids.

For just a moment panic set it.  But then I remembered I was 25 miles south of the kids.  I’m sure things were fine at home.  And I was fine here.  That’s as far as I got.  My train of thought was interrupted by associates announcing we needed to move to the back of the store to better shelter.

Code Black.  Take shelter in the back of the store.  Code Black.

What?  Really? And seriously, what the heck is Code Black??  Is that supposed to keep me from spinning into a panic?

I frantically continued trying to get someone on the phone.  I wanted someone to go get my babies.  Of course, calamity wouldn’t dare allow that.  That would make things too easy.

I knew I needed more information.  I found a Hell-Mart supervisor/manager….whatever.  I asked for more information about the tornadoes.  Were they north?  Were they south?

She just smiled and said, “Mam, we have a Code Black (there it was again!).  I really don’t know what to tell you.  If I tell you they’re south and you go out there and get yourself hurt, we would be liable.  So I can’t tell you anything.  Why don’t you just take it easy in the back?”

I can’t tell you what I wanted to say to her.  What I almost did say to her. For a small moment, I actually considered giving her a black eye to go with that Code Black.  That would teach her.

BAM!

I stomped out of the store.  Associates following me, telling me to come back.  It wasn’t safe. Code Black. 

Blah.  Blah.  Blah.

All I knew was I had kids home alone.  If things were that bad here, I needed to get home before they got that bad there.

I still couldn’t get anyone on the phone.  Finally, I called my pastor and his wife.  They would go pick up my kids and keep them until I made it home.

Whew.  Relief.

Needless to say, I didn’t get picked up by a tornado.  In fact, I’m not sure there were actually any out there.  What I DO know is this.

I left a buggy FULL of groceries at Hell-Mart.  I had found some yarn I loved.  Christmas music for the family.  All left.  It was the cheapest trip to Hell-Mart ever.  All compliments of their stupid Code Black.

I think I could have gone with the Torture Tuesday post earlier.  It would have fit.

Oh, and I still have no groceries.  So I guess tomorrow will be Wal-Mart Wednesday. Woohoo!

 

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Posted by on November 15, 2011 in It's my life.....

 

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Sister Friends with 32 Kids…….and Counting!


Ok, so I have a confession to make.  Actually, I have several confessions to make, but I’m gonna focus on this one.

I wasted vast amounts of time this past weekend vegging out in front of the TV.

I watched every episode of Sister Wives Netflix has available.  But that wasn’t enough.  I then moved to the computer to see if more episodes were online.  I watched clip after clip.  Of course, when I was out of more to watch, I began surfing through the TLC website….where I discovered 19 Kids and Counting.  So, I jumped back to the TV.  Back to Netflix.  And guess what?  They have tons of episodes of the Duggars!

I learned a LOT from watching these shows.  Really.  I did. In fact, I learned so much, I now have new life goals.  True story.  Stop it!  Don’t judge!  I have a plan.  It’s so brilliant, you will wish you had thought of it yourself. But before I share my brilliance, I need to explain.

 

First of all, Sister Wives.  Now, don’t get me wrong.  I am in NO WAY condoning, encouraging, or promoting polygamy.  Polygamy is wrong.  Period.  End of story.  So just get off your soap box for a moment and listen.  These families team up.  This family even lives in one G.I.G.A.N.T.I.C. house.  The wives help each other out with childcare, cooking duties, financial responsibilities.  It’s like one HUGE family but with several moms to hold down the fort.  They form friendships and bond with each other and their children.  The only problem I can see is this guy.  This husband.  He flaunts all over this giant house having himself a hi-ho time.  Sure, he works and brings in some money.  But most of the wives work, too.

After watching the entire first season, I have come to a spectacular conclusion.  I could so have some sister wives ……….WITHOUT the hubby!  I mean, think about it.  Instant built in babysitter.  You don’t like to cook?  No problem.  Trade duties for things you DO enjoy.  All while living in harmony with your best friends.  Put the kids to bed, and instant girls night!  I bet millions would watch, too.  Sister Friends…coming to a channel near you.

Next, the Duggars.  Wow.  19 kids and yet another on the way.  You can’t help but be curious.  When you have your own classroom full of your very own rugrats, how do you survive??  I am completely worn out just from my five.  My first thought before watching this family was, well……..you know.  Let’s just say it wasn’t happy thoughts.  But then, I sat down to watch.

And BAM!  There it was!  My dream home!

 

A laundry room with 4 washers and dryers.  A room just to store everyone’s clothes in organized and labeled bins.  HUGE bedrooms that hold multiple beds.  Eight, yes, eight bathrooms!  The living room is HUGE.  The kitchen is as well, but then on top of that, they have a commercial kitchen in the back complete with cafeteria style buffet line.  Their pantry looks like a small grocery store.  The dining room contains soda fountains.  They even have a game room and a slide next to the stairs in the game room.  Wow.  I completely thought they must be insane to have so many children.  But then, I see this house.  You can’t tell me a family this big could afford a house like that PRE-TV show.  And they are constantly going places.   Making appearances.  Taking trips.

 

I’m thinking…..I can do this!  All of this!!  Sister Friends combined with the Duggars….

Just a few problems arise.  Like how to keep pro-creating without a man in the picture.  And that leads me to wonder what will I do with my hubby.  I really like having him around.  But then that messes up my whole sister friends idea.  And then there’s the fact that I had a tubal years ago. Oh, and I need some other sister friends to sign up.  And they must be willing to add to the production line as well.  More babies means more square footage.

These problems are simply bumps in the road.  That’s all.  Nothing I can’t overcome.  I would go on and explain, but then you would know too much.  I can’t have anything or anyone interfering with, or heaven forbid, trying to steal my my awesome plan to get my dream house AND full-time help!

I know you must have a million questions, but I must go now.  I have work to do.  I have vacations (I mean, um, appearances) to plan and dream home house plans to create.  It’s a tough job, but somebody’s gotta do it.

 

 

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Posted by on November 14, 2011 in It's my life.....

 

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Monday ~ Funday!

Monday ~ Funday!

Yay for Monday!

I know.  Crazy, right??

But after having a less than best weekend, I welcome Monday with open arms.  I welcome the mundane everyday.  The routine.  The stability that it brings.  I reached my maximum stress potential before Monday ever arrived, so even when it means school work, laundry, and housework……  Yay for Monday!

In fact, I am so excited about some normalcy, I decided to share.  Yay for you!  I know you are excited.  Well, if you’re still reading.  Anyway, I have a busy day ahead.  It SHOULD look something like this………

I don’t think I’ve shared anything concerning our small family farm.  Well, it’s really more my hubby and my father-in-love’s farm, but we reap the benefits.  We have 7 goats, about 50 chickens, 10 cats, 2 dogs, and 7 cows.  We go through cycles with the chickens, so we are just now getting eggs again.

That means I’m overloaded with fresh, yummy eggs…..so you guessed it.  Omelettes are what’s for breakfast around here.  Today’s omelette was a conglomeration of ingredients we all like.  I threw them all together and it turned out great.  The kids were bickering over seconds.   It consisted of ham, onions, red and green bell peppers, mushrooms, cheese, and spinach….and of course, lots of eggs!  Eat with salsa for a splash of spice.  YUM!

While the kids work on schoolwork, I have a Christmas hat to finish knitting on the loom.  My 11-year-old started it, but I need the loom back…..and he is S.L.O.W…..and he has lost interest.  So, he wants me to finish it for him…because I’m ‘speedy quick’ at it anyway.  I think he’s just trying to get me to do his dirty work for him.  No, I’m sure of it.  It’s supposed to be a homemade Christmas gift for his dad.  And since I can’t wait to see the hubster wearing a red, green, and white toboggan all over God’s creation, I am more than happy to help him out.

Baby boy needs more time for playing Beanie Baby Football anyway.

Yes, I said Beanie Baby Football.  This weekend, we hit the Beanie Baby jackpot on our yard sale expedition.  Twenty five cents got us a practically brand new Ty Beanie Baby….tags and all.  I think we bought them out.   Don’t get me wrong, we are in no way collectors.  My boys (puppy included) LOVE to play with them.  They have now invented Beanie Baby Football.  I don’t know how it works or understand the game, but it keeps them busy for hours.

Lastly, because Mondays are usually long, torturous days….and we’ve had enough of those types of days to last for a while…..I decided today would be perfect for decorating the Christmas tree.  Yes, I know.  Thanksgiving isn’t even here yet.  I know, it’s just not fair.  Thanksgiving deserves its fair share of attention, love, and devotion.  And I DO love Thanksgiving.  But once it’s here, I find myself in a vortex of busy-ness.  Christmas looms like a lion ready to attack.  I barely have time to get packages wrapped, much less decorate the tree.

In an effort to maintain my sanity (you know if momma ain’t happy…), we decorate before Thanksgiving so we are ready for the whirlwind ahead.  So, today is Christmas Tree Monday.  This evening, after pulling all my hair out getting through the school day, we will decorate our tree.  Complete with homemade hot chocolate and Christmas music.  After my road trip last week with my church lady friends, I feel less than adequate at decorating a tree.  But I thought if I were to post a before pic of this pitiful tree, it would make my finished tree look like a masterpiece.  It’s a tall, skinny tree because we have lots of bodies, lots of furniture, and we don’t have room for lots of tree. We are calling it the Leaning Tower of Tree.  For now.  Tomorrow it will be a work of art.  Um, kind of.  Sort of.  Beauty is in the eye of the beholder after all.

Leaning Tower of Tree

For all of you humbugs out there, don’t worry.  We will still add to our ‘Give Thanks’ board tonight.  Thanksgiving and Christmas all rolled up together.  If we don’t kill each other first.  Decorating the tree can get crazy around here with a bunch of boys.  Let’s just say, ornaments get broken when they are used as hand grenades.  You just don’t decorate the tree barefoot.

Thanks, Bernie.  At least I have one for each foot…even if they don’t match!

So you see, Monday HAS to be a fun day.  I can’t have it any other way.  I WON’T have it any other way!  It’s time to get my Monday face on!  Smiles all day.  Happy Monday, Funday, ya’ll!!

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Posted by on November 14, 2011 in It's my life.....

 

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Road Trip Blues


Home again, home again, jiggety-jig.

I have spent the past three days playing chauffeur.  Two and a half hours on the road Wednesday.  Six hours on Thursday.  Six plus hours Friday.  I’m dragging booty.  My patooty is completely worn out.  All this driving also included the company of 3 boys in the back and Killa (my mom) in the front.

Spending that much time on the road is mundane.  Monotonous.  Plain ole boring.  At least for the driver.  When you’re driving you can’t browse the sale papers or work crossword puzzles.  You can’t watch Avatar in the back seat with your feet propped up, randomly running your grungy toes through your driver’s hair.  Gross.  You can’t even listen to music thanks to the Avatar junkies in the back seat.  And that is one LONG movie.

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So, you resort instead, to playing games.  And since the lazy bums you are hauling are all being entertained,  you resort to playing goofy games….like Banana.  Or Slug Bug.  Or both.  Alone.  But that was ok.  I was winning!

 

I guess they couldn’t let me win, so they jumped in and changed the game.  The simple game of Banana (calling and counting yellow vehicles) was changed to a special Christmas edition.  I should copyright it.  I could make a million.  Suddenly bananas were jingle bells, red cars were Santa Claus, silver….silver bells, green….elves….white…snowflakes, brown….reindeer poop…I could go on and on.  We are a creative bunch.  Keeping score was a bit difficult.  And there are tons of snowflakes (white cars).  When we came to a lot of those, we called it a blizzard and received massive scores.

It wasn’t long until I was completely worn out….and getting hoarse.  So, game over.  With smiles and smirks they all went back to their movies, crossword puzzles, and naps.  That’s when I realized it was just a ploy to get me to stop interrupting their fun.   And it worked.  I was back to driving boredom. I had the road trip blues.

That’s when I realized I was reliving the song “Seven Little Girls”.   And I wasn’t Fred.

 

 

Being a chauffeur is under-appreciated and definitely over-rated.  But that’s ok.  I’m home now.  Safe and sound.  And it’s chore day.  And Fred is nowhere to be found.

Payback is sweet.  =)

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Posted by on November 12, 2011 in It's my life.....

 

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Ladie’s Road Trip!


A day away.  It was needed.  It was anticipated.  It was a HOOT!

Yesterday I loaded onto our church’s short bus on  a road trip with a bunch of ladies from the church….all of them older than me.  Most of them a LOT older than me.  But I’ve always been drawn to older people.  Most of my friends have always been older.  Plus, I’m a people watcher.  I love to watch people and how they interact with each other.  How they carry themselves.  Their expressions and moods.  Probably because I’ve never been good at meeting and interacting with folks I don’t know.  It’s hard for me to open up.  But once I do, a let it all hang out…. for better or worse, like it or not.

Some would look at our little group and think we have nothing in common.  After all, I was the only one who still has children at home.  In fact, some of these ladies have grown grandchildren.  I look at our little group and see a chance to learn.  Learn from these ladies about life.

So, I packed my bag, took my Dramamine (I get car sick VERY easily.), and loaded up.  My mom…you know her as Killa, joined us as well.  So a good day was ahead.  We had a complete array of personalities on our bus.  Dog lovers.  Straight-laced to no-lace-at-all. Crafty to handy.  Funny and serious.  We had a Martha in the group.  As in Stewart.  You know, Susie Homemaker.  A champion of all things home-making.  Actually, there were a few of those. I probably don’t need to tell you I am not one of them.  But, oh, how I would love to be!

The day was a blast.  We laughed, we talked, we enjoyed each other’s company, as well as a little shopping.  I traipsed into shops I would normally never enter.  Yes, they were a bit on the hoity, toity side. We ate lunch in someone’s home that could have come off the cover of Southern Living magazine.  I just knew I would drop something on the carpets or knock something over and break something more valuable than my own life.  I treaded ever so lightly.  Putting me in that environment was like putting a bull in a china closet.  Grace is just not a word used to describe me.  But then, I need a bit of refinement.  Ok, I need a LOT of refinement. I looked at it as a challenge.  Not to just escape without calamity (Which I did, by the way.  Go me!), but as an opportunity to let some of this grace and elegance rub off on me (Which it didn’t, by the way.)

All in all, the day was a success.  And in the midst of all these graceful ladies, I learned some things.  Some things you might never expect to learn from such a group on such a day.  I couldn’t help but share.

  • Did you know you CAN play Farkle in a hot tub?  I don’t have a hot tub, so I can’t try it.  But I think I will add this to my bucket list.  As clumsy as I am, I just can’t see myself making it.  But it would be fun to try!

  • I learned how to knit a toboggan with a hoopty loopty thing-a-ma-jig.  I was so interested in this, I made our pastor stop at Wal-Mart (which he despises) and let me go load up on yarn and the hoopty loopty thing-a-ma-jig.  As I type I am working on my second toboggan.  I love anything I can start and finish quickly.  ADHD doesn’t allow for long drawn out projects.  My family can all expect to get toboggans for gifts for every holiday from now until my obsession runs out.  That could be tomorrow or it could be a few years.  Who knows?

   A work in progress….on the hoopty loopty!

Braedon styling my first toboggan!  It was a little small, but I was pleased for my first! 


  • Decorating Christmas trees is a true art.  Of which I can only be a mere wanna-be.  Oh, and it’s a very expensive art.  Again, only a wanna-be will I ever be!
  • I’m not the only one who has kids that sometimes aren’t as thankful for their parents as they should be.  A good thing to understand when you are dealing with a child who has no appreciation for his raising.
  • One Dramamine for the day is NOT enough.  I MUST take one before heading home.  Otherwise, I will end up feeling green and pukey.  And that just doesn’t go well with the whole graceful thing.  Oh, in a pinch, you CAN chew it and swallow it.  But the taste is disgusting.

  • I never knew of all the options upon death.  Buried or cremated.  I never thought of how many options cremation could afford you.  The creativity of this one almost makes me pee my pants when I think of it……..  “When I die, I want to be cremated and my ashes put in Tom Selleck‘s underwear.”    True story.  I can’t claim it.  If I were gonna put my ashes in anyone’s underwear it would totally be Rob Lowe’s.  Although, Tom Selleck would definitely be in the running.


Needless to say, prim and proper or not……we had a blast!  Now, I have more knitting to do.  We may not have clean clothes thanks to this new obsession, but we will have toboggans to keep us warm!

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Posted by on November 8, 2011 in It's my life.....

 

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Random Ramblings of Randomness


What a day!  My mind is simply too exhausted to actually focus on a specific topic for a post, so ramblings is what you get.  Consider yourself warned!!

♦  I have managed to work my poor little self to the bone today cleaning house and doing laundry.  I organized the homeschool room, washed a few windows, all the normal cleaning…. a busy girl, I was!  I was truly productive!  Go me!  But, now, I’m completely worn out and supper still needs to be cooked.  Plus, Bernie has played outside most of the day, which means he needs a bath.   The van still needs to be washed.  I really DID work all day, but is sure doesn’t sound like it with the list of things I still need to do.  :-/

♦  Since I have spent the day working so hard, I really think I deserve a pedicure.  Too bad my budget doesn’t agree.   Double :-/

♦  When you desperately need Calgon to take you away, but you’re out………Doggy Shampoo will work just fine.  Yes, I KNOW this.  I’m sure human shampoo would work great too, but I was so tired I just grabbed.  It was Bernie’s puppy shampoo.   I wasn’t ABOUT to empty out that garden tub full of suds….besides, I had already soaked for 20 minutes or so before I finally figured out why the scent was different, but familiar.

♦  That reminds me….. Bernie STILL needs a bath.  I should have saved my bath water and dunked him in.  That would save on shampoo AND water!  Of course, it would also be really gross.  But then again, I did soak for a half hour in puppy suds.  I have a pretty high gross tolerance.  Having kids will do that to you, especially boys.

♦  That brings back memories of the stomach virus from H-E-double hockey sticks.  That should probably be saved for another post.  All I will say is loft bed.  Train table.  Puke travels.

♦  Special K cracker chips taste a LOT like Baked Lays….with even fewer fat and calories per serving.  I heart them.  I already heart their new cereal….now if they will just create a healthy chocolate, maybe I can actually stay on my ‘healthy eating plan’.  HEP is really just a fancy shmancy phrase for a you-know-what, but I’m trying to play mind games and fool myself into sticking to the big D word…Shhhh…. don’t say anything.

♦  Speaking of food, since I am too tired to cook, I just ordered hamburgers and fried boudain for supper.  In my defense, the closest thing without driving to another town is Dairy Queen or the local greeezyy spoon.  I’ve always liked grease.  Hence the need for the HEP….

♦  Ever since thinking about Rob Lowe the other night, I have been on a quest to identify the world’s hottest man.  Oddly enough, all I can think of are famous men that are a complete turnoff.  It’s like I have to weed out all the losers in my mind before getting to the good ones.  And I’m thinking if I have to look them up on Google, they didn’t make much of an impression and aren’t worthy.  So far, all that have made the HOT list (other than Rob, obviously) is John McCain, Sam on Private Practice, McDreamy,  and possibly Frank from Everybody Loves Raymond.  Frank (aka Peter Boyle) is really not THAT hot, but I love a man that makes me laugh. Plus, he is kind of, well, um…… dead.  So I’m not sure if he should count.

♦ Bananas and Fritos are the bomb diggity….a treat my Granny introduced me to.  Don’t knock it til you try it.

♦Food is a recurring theme here tonight.  I think I’m hungry.

♦  My eleven year old just informed me that he wants to be like Sheldon Cooper from the Big Bang Theory.  He is currently re-organizing his room as he aspires to reach Sheldon’s level of organizational awesomeness.  Considering he has a few (to put it lightly) OCD tendencies pre-Sheldon influence,  this worries me.  On the other hand, maybe his organizing obsession will spill over into the rest of the house.   He could stay busy for years right here at home.

♦  And last, but most important, you gotta love a man who brings home the boudain.  So I think I’ll get off the computer and spend some time with the family.  There’s nothing like snuggling up on the couch with kids fresh out of the bath tub.  Which reminds me, I better go put the puppy shampoo up.  If my heathens figure out what I did, they’ll never let me forget it!!

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Posted by on November 5, 2011 in It's my life.....

 

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