Friday, December 27, 2013


Drive by post - just because I saw this, loved it, and wanted to share:

What a beautiful sentiment, and a lovely way of seeing things.  This is the beauty of genealogy.  :)

Friday, December 6, 2013

How Is It Already December?!

December already... and closing in on Christmas with an alarming speed!

I keep telling myself that one of these days I'll be on top of it - after all, it's not like it's a surprise.  Hello... Christmas is on the same day every year, Dawn, get it together!  LOL  One of these days... but not this year, apparently.

I did manage to get the tree up before our vacation, so that it would be ready when we got back after Thanksgiving.  And I did get lights up outside, the inflatable Santa going, and my wreath on the door (with a brand new pretty bow, made by yours truly) during the first week of December.

But have I taken the kids for Santa pictures yet?

Have I finished Christmas shopping?

Am I still one 'ugly sweater' shy for the Ugly Christmas Sweater Party we are hosting in two weeks?

But, Thanksgiving went without a hitch!  (I know what you are thinking:  how could it go wrong, you were on a cruise ship for the whole nine yards?!)  Yes, we spent Thanksgiving at sea... we got back on Black Friday.  BUT, on Saturday I cooked a Thanksgiving meal for my little family.  :)  My first one.  Yes, I am 36, and I have never cooked a Thanksgiving dinner before.  (We always go to my Mom's, and it's a potluck - so I've never done the entire dinner myself.)

It was GOOD.  And having turkey leftovers for once is the freaking BOMB.  Delicious!

So.  Vacation.
I didn't take a whole lot of pictures this time, because I forgot the camera battery charger, and the battery died about 6 seconds into our day at the beach.  DOH!  But there are a few...

In other news, my oldest is going back to public school after Christmas break, and I am terrified.  TERRIFIED.  We are having her IEP meeting in two weeks to map everything out.

Also, in 'oldest child news' she got braces yesterday.  BRACES.  Where is my baby going?!  Wow.  It really kind of feels like a milestone, even though she's still young - it's like one of those distinct lines dividing little kid/big kid.  You know?  Or did that sound as insane as I think it did?  LOL

Anyway, that's it - choppy update.  :)  Maybe one of these days when kiddo is back in school I will be able to write a proper update, or at least something without a million choppy sentences (because it's hard to form coherent paragraphs in 2 minute snatches of time).

Merry Christmas, y'all!

Monday, November 18, 2013

We Get Around

It's been a while, hasn't it?  Whew.
Fall is generally pretty busy, so I fall off the updating wagon.

Halloween went without a hitch... my awesome niece Lauren (and her pooch Sophie) took my kids Trick or Treating for me, so I got to sit by the fire with my sisters and hand out candy.  :)  We had a great night!

Last weekend was a super long (4 day) weekend for the kids, and my husband just happened to have a work event that Thursday night prior to it, in Raleigh... so the kids and I tagged along.  We swam in the hotel pool while P did his thing, and the next morning we went to Old Salem to soak up some Moravian history.  The kids were awesomely well-behaved, even during the boring parts, AND when we ended up missing lunch due to a tight schedule.  They can really be all kinds of awesome when they feel like it.  :)

This weekend we also went out and about... the Renaissance Festival is about to come to a close, so we needed to go before it's over!  So, Saturday was the big day... we ate, we drank, we were merrie.  Huzzah!  The kids rode a camel and did some serious jumping:

The only downside to the Renaissance Festival is the *ahem* privie situation.  Port-a-potties aren't really my favorite thing... but I guess it's appropriate, in a way.  It's pretty close to an authentic medieval situation - at least we aren't going in buckets and throwing our business into the creek.  So hey, good times!  LOL

As of now, we are waiting... counting down to Sunday.
Sunday we leave for our Thanksgiving cruise!  Bahamas, here we come!  I get to visit this amazing place (and do some snorkeling) again:

That, my friends, is Paradise Cove, Bahamas.  The snorkeling is awesome, and the beach is all kinds of beautiful.  I'm looking forward to having the sand in my toes again very soon!  :)

And for the BIG NEWS... something we just decided on and confirmed very recently....

We are taking my Mom along, and hitting up England, Ireland, and France (and whatever else we can squeeze in).  You have no idea how amazingly awesome it feels to know that I get to take my kids and see all these amazing things...

Of course, my big, HUGE excitement is getting to see my cousin, Betty finally.  (She is 89 years old, and lives in England)  Also, I cannot wait to visit Enmore, Somerset, where my Mom was born, and a large number of our ancestors are buried.

It seriously feels too good to be true... I want to pinch myself!

Friday, October 25, 2013

A Day In The Life Of ME

I'm sure y'all are all wondering "Just what is it like to be Dawn... I mean, really, what is it LIKE?"

Well, you're in luck, because today I am going to tell you.  I will walk you step (by painful step) through today, and all (OK, most) of it's interesting events.

We'll start here:  I woke up.  After an entire night of waking up every 1.5 hours, almost on the dot.  That was FUN!  (Have I mentioned how much I love 6am?  It's the best.  /sarcasm)  Then, I woke Little One up....  (Have I mentioned that getting her 'breakfast order' out of her is like pulling teeth?  Chickie is about to lose her choosing privileges.)

I got her fed (eventually) and ready for school, then woke Big One up.  Big One hates mornings almost as much as I do, but it was necessary today, because we were due at school for little one's Field Day in less than an hour.  Yes, you read that right:  Field Day in October.  (The school started this a few years ago, because it's generally really freaking hot at the 'traditional' time for Field Day, and they decided that our precious snowflakes were getting too overheated.  So, October it is!)

Have I mentioned yet that we are having a cold snap?  No?

Have I mentioned that we weren't expecting it so soon, and didn't have winter coats yet?  No?

Consider it mentioned.  It's mentioned - it was freaking C.O.L.D. this morning.  Two hours in sub-45 degree weather is not my idea of a good time... but I was just kind of thanking my lucky stars that Field Day these days is ONLY two hours as opposed to the all-day event it was when I was a kid.  Because?  I was freezing my patootie off.  I don't DO cold.

Did I mention that we don't have winter coats?  Yeah.
I spent the entire two hours with Little One holed up on my lap leeching my body heat.  Big One was going nuts, chasing kids around the playground because SOMEONE (who shall remain nameless) forgot to give her her meds this morning.  DOH!  Subsequently, Big One didn't even notice the cold... she was too busy being crazy.

Needless to say, the Dunkin' Donuts coffee I brought along was cold in 2.5 minutes.  Little One was so cold she was sneaking sips!!  Of coffee!!  (We are not winter-type people)

After Field Day was over, we promptly high-tailed it to the mall, and purchased winter coats.  Of course, Little One dithered and dithered... we went to every darned store in our crappy mall, before she chose a coat.  Thank GAWD.  I was about to die.  But, we are now ready for that evil joke called 'winter'.  (It's only acceptable if there is snow involved, and we get very little of that.)

We had lunch at the mall, and Little One just couldn't wait ANY LONGER, and started unwrapping her sub while I was paying... and she dumped every single topping onto the floor.  Yay.

We come home and I'm still freezing, so I take a bath.

Then we go to the grocery store.  O.M.G.  Never do this if you can help it.  Seriously.  I had two kids fighting and fussing, and complaining throughout the entire trip.  They complained, made gagging noises, and pitched a fit over every. single. dinner option I tried to put in the cart.  They pissed me off ROYALLY.  So I told them they are having oatmeal tonight, and they are not ALLOWED to eat dinner with Dad and I.

Crying and wailing ensued.  Little One said to me (between sniffles) "You're lucky I don't tell my teacher that YOU DON'T FEED ME!"  I smiled a slow, measured smile and said calmly and quietly "You go RIGHT AHEAD."

Then I get to the register, and we are halfway done checking out when I realize the awful truth - my wallet is sitting on my desk.  At home.  From when I entered a Scentsy order earlier.  I leave with Little One crying (about the oatmeal) and a cart-full of groceries at the front of the store.  When I am trying to pull out of the parking lot, I got cut off - twice.  I might have let loose with an expletive....  To that, Big One says "Maybe if you were NICER to people, you'd have better luck."  EXCUSE ME?!

Eventually though, we get it paid for and get everything home....

Then, of course, the popsicles were melted.  MELTED.  And then Little One had yet another meltdown.

But here's the good news:  I bought sparkling wine at the store, and I'm drinking it.  Also, I have hereby declared today as "Mommy Strike-Day" and I'm not doing diddly-squat for the rest of the evening.  I kind of think I've earned it.

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Woolley Worm Festival Time!!

Today was awesome!  We drove out to Banner Elk (otherwise known as 'The Mountains' around these parts) to hit up the Woolley Worm Festival.

(For those of you who do not know, my eldest child LOVES bugs, insects, worms, and all manner of creepy-crawlies.  I mean L.O.V.E.S.  So, basically, we did this for her.)

We may have headed there for the kidlet, but we all ended up having a fabulous time.

Did I mention that we were in 'The Mountains'?  In fall?  Three words for that - holy beautiful, Batman.  The leaves were gorgeous.  The weather was amazing (not hot, but not cold - what I would refer to as 'mildly bracing'), and the views were unparalleled.

To add to the beauty of this awesome day, we all got to eat 'fair food' for lunch, and participate in the 'Woolly Worm Races' - and my bug-loving daughter actually WON!  Her worm 'Winner' actually took first place in race #24.  She was so. freaking. excited!  A blue ribbon and $25 later, and Anna was floating on Cloud 9.  :)

(This is us on an 'overlook' I insisted that P stop at in Blowing Rock, just before we left all the loveliness behind.)

Yes, a good day was had by all.  :)  Unfortunately, though, we planned this outing BEFORE P knew he'd have to leave on a business trip at the butt-crack of dawn the next day... so he might be marginally less thrilled.  LOL

As for me?  I'm daydreaming about a house on a cliff with spectacular views.....

Monday, October 14, 2013

Dear Nail Technician: I Don't Like You!

Over the weekend I decided that it was high time my long-neglected eyebrows got some attention.  (Seriously, it was looking like my daughter's pet caterpillars had found a new home on my face - something had to be done.)

So, I did what any lazy, tweezer-challenged woman does in this situation - I headed for the nail salon.  A little wax and I'd be ready to roll.  (Again, I am seriously tweezer-challenged... I'm sincerely afraid of what might happen should I choose to undertake this myself.)

I saunter in whistling a jaunty tune (ok, humming a Hall & Oates song, you got me) and head for the nice reclining chair in the back, completely unaware of the horrors that awaited me.

Then... then, the technician comes in.

She says "You get eyebrow wax?"
Me:  *nods*

At this point she eyes me up, from several different locations around the chair, and I'm starting to get nervous.  Then, she drops this bomb:

"You get lip wax, too?"

Wait, what?  LIP WAX?  No, no I am NOT getting a lip wax too!  But then... she looked at me from several angles, and then asked.  Plus, I have been to get my brows done quite a few times, and I have never been asked about this before, so it's probably not a usual 'upselling' technique.

Oh. My. GOD, she thinks I need a lip wax.  (At this point I start thinking about that potential patch of fuzz I saw a while back, and wasn't crazy about.)  I need a lip wax.  I am devastated.

So, I sadly agree that yes, a lip wax would be lovely, thank you.  :(  I then casually mention that I've never had one before...  At this point, the technician eyes me speculatively and moves toward the door to the waxing room and says "Maybe we shut this door."

WHY ARE YOU SHUTTING THE DOOR?  OMG, she doesn't want witnesses to my torture.  This should have been my cue to run, run like hell.  That, or politely decline the lip wax I was induced into accepting by my own paranoia.  But, I didn't.  I didn't.

Luckily, she did my eyebrows first, or I would likely have bolted with what I NEEDED done still undone.  LOL!  Because when she got to the lip part, it was unpleasant.  (BTW, in my world, 'unpleasant' means 'crazy-ass painful'.)

I think that technician is illegally harvesting human tissue.
At least I hope she's doing something with the 17 layers of my skin she pulled off during that ill-fated 'lip wax'.

Amused, I was not.  I was even less amused when I got to the car and realized she'd left some wax in the corner of my lip that was pulling part of my face into a strange-looking rictus, similar to Mary Jo Buttafuoco, post-bullet.

My upper lip is still sort of uncomfortably numb.  (I guess Pink Floyd's variety of numb had nothing to do with hot wax.)  I think I may just have to embrace the yeti look at some point, because I don't know if I have it in me to do that again!

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

September FLEW by!

September... it came and went in a whirlwind!

I figured that since it is now October (and what I think of as the official start of fall), I might as well come in and update a bit.

Is it just me, or is fall the craziest season for everyone else, too?
It seems as though there is always so much to do - festivals galore, fairs, pumpkin patches, fall festivals at school, parties and holidays... it's fun, but jam-packed with activities!  (And it is occurring to me as I type that I need to hit the fabric store for Halloween costume materials, stat!  I am running out of time already.  I have a peacock and a bumble-bee already chomping at the bit for the big day to get here.)

So... September.  
Is it bad that even though it was busy and flew by, I am mostly drawing a blank?

Over Labor Day we headed to Hendersonville, NC to the Apple Festival.  We had a great time, even though we got rained out.  :(  I was hoping to head to Camp Courtney (a church camp I went to a good bit as a kid/young teen) to take pictures... Labor Day was their last open weekend.  :(  They sold the property, and 'camp' is no more.  I didn't even get to visit, though, because it was pouring down rain.  So, my memories will just have to do, I suppose.

Not too long after Labor Day, I opened up Facebook to find a big surprise - a friend request from a cousin that I didn't even know existed!  Kelly has been such a blessing, and a bevy of wonderful genealogy information... I have been able to see an entirely new side of my father's family through her.  Also, because of Kelly, my 'ancestor wall' has grown quite a bit - the pictures she has shared with me are priceless!

Check this out:  it's my Grandmother Marjorie as a child,
with her parents Walter and Georgia Crews.  Thank you, so much, Kelly!

On a different note, I got a new phone a couple of weeks ago.  After about 6 years as an iPhone user, I was talked into something different - a MotoX.  I say I was talked into it, and that is true, but it didn't take much - what sealed the deal is that Motorola assembles this phone in the US, and is looking to expand to fabricating parts in the US.  This is a big deal to me, even if everything isn't currently made in the US... it's a start, and a start I want to support.

The learning curve with my new phone has been... interesting.  LOL!  I feel like a Smartphone virgin all over again, learning the nuances and features it brings to the table, like face-recognition locking  (Thanks, Jenny, for cluing me in!) and voice texting.  It's fun, for sure!

September is also the month my kids go in for a dental check-up, and I received surprising news - my oldest is ready for braces (in a two-part treatment plan) and will be getting them (if all goes well) in a month or so.  Whoa.  What in the world!  We could wait until she's older, and do it all at once, but there are some huge benefits to her in doing it this way.  Her overbite will be corrected by up to 60% by Middle School, and that's huge.  So we are going for it....

Also, this month my best friend was hospitalized for surgeries for some scary medical issues.  :(  She finally came home yesterday.  Hopefully everything is resolved, but it's a waiting game right now.

I'm bracing myself for October, always a busy month!  Holiday parties, festivals, fairs - you name it, it's going on.  Not to mention my anniversary, which always seems to catch me by surprise... how quickly the years are adding up!

Here's to October... bring it!  I've got my Pumpkin Spice coffee, my Pumpkin Spice creamer, and I'm ready to meet you head on.  :D

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Little One - A Decade Gone

It's been an entire decade since I lost my first child.  (My first baby?  My first embryo?  My first pregnancy?  To me they are all interchangeable because to me, from the first moment, that was my child.  My baby.)

I didn't get to carry him/her for very long - only a few weeks.  But it didn't matter, I still loved that baby, and I was devastated when I started to see the signs that my body would betray me.

Every year on September 4, I remember, and I wonder what that little baby might have been... how my life might have been different if that pregnancy stayed the course?  The baby was due May 8, 2004 - just three days before my own birthday.  And now here I am, 10 years later, raising that little tiny baby's siblings (and pulling my hair out most days)... but still this day is one my heart never forgets.

It's not painful like it used to be, anymore... but I always remember.  

Mom Guilt

My degree is in Psychology.
I toiled for years learning about why people behave the way they do, and what drives us.  Why do killers kill?  What makes a person deviant?  Why is Sally depressed?  Why do children act out?

Primary attachment is what it always seems to come back to.  Some deficit in that initial, primary attachment.
Mom.  Mom = primary attachment almost all the time.

I feel so guilty all the time, wondering what untold harm I am inflicting on my children... especially during the bad days.

My oldest child has Asperger syndrome and ADHD, and I don't know what to do for her.  Every day I feel like I am failing her horrifically.  3rd grade in public school was turning into an awful mess for her, so I pulled her out to homeschool, but I don't think this is best.  She needs more intellectual stimulation, and to be around other kids... but she simply can't handle the sensory and social stresses of a large classroom environment.  I wish private school was an option, but the 'normal' schools don't want her because of her social/behavioral deficits, and we can't afford an autism-specific private school.

I am failing her because I cannot give her what she needs.

I get fed up with the constant messes, the shouting, and constantly trying to wheedle her into doing the things she ought to be doing.  I feel like I am losing control of everything in my life, and am barely staying afloat - everything gets the minimum because I can't cover all the bases myself.  I feel like an octopus with every arm being yanked by someone/something different.

I don't think I am doing anything to satisfaction.  Nothing is ever truly DONE.  I am a hamster on a wheel.

I worry about my younger daughter.
She has severe eczema we cannot get under control, dry skin, and tinea versicolor to boot.  She is always itching.  She scratches her skin raw.  I want so badly to help her, but there is nothing I can do.  We have tried everything... and some things help for a while, but they have a hefty price tag (and I don't mean money).

I worry that she is constantly overshadowed by her sister, whose problems tend to always take center stage due to their overwhelming presence.  I worry that she feels lost in the shuffle, or unimportant.  I worry that she gives too much of herself, her desires, and her needs up for the sake of her sister.  I don't want her to have to grow up too fast because her sister has 'special needs'.

This is hard, and I want to hide.
I don't want to pull myself up and go wash the dishes and do laundry, but I must.
I don't want to watch another agonizing Social Skills Therapy.
I don't want to spend another 2 hours trying to get 25 minutes of work out of my daughter.
I don't want to watch my daughter scratch herself raw.
I don't want to sit here and wonder if every day I keep my daughter out of school, I'm causing her harm.
I don't want to worry every day that my youngest is being held back by her family life.

I just want to hide today, or at the very least get away from my Mom Guilt for a while.

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Because I Just CAN'T Be The Only Person Not Talking About It....

By now it's probably safe to assume that everyone has seen Miley Cyrus's little bit of crazy from the VMA's, no?  Yep, I think so.  If you haven't seen it, I guarantee you've at least heard comments, criticisms, our outright hostility toward her for her 'lapse' as a 'good role model' for little girls.

What the what?

The last one is what gets me the most.  People are upset because that is behavior unbecoming of a role model to little girls.  Lets look at the definition of role model, shall we?

role model
a person regarded by others, esp younger people, as a good example to follow
Collins English Dictionary – Complete and Unabridged © HarperCollins Publishers 1991, 1994, 1998, 2000, 2003

Why, as a parent, would you (general you) perpetuate the idea to your child that an entertainer is a good and/or appropriate role model?  Sure, I can see kids seeing her on TV and listening to her music and thinking "I want to be like her."  But you know what?  It's our job as parents to make sure they understand that they don't know her.  What they see is a character, no more 'real' than Scooby Doo.  It is OK to derive entertainment from her, and enjoy what she has to offer, but aspiring to be like her when you don't know her, or what she's about, isn't a good idea.

Miley Cyrus is an entertainer, and she has her own agenda - that agenda does not include making sure your kids have appropriate role models.  That is YOUR job.  YOURS.  So now you know a little bit more about what she's about... move on.  Help your kids find a solid role model they can relate to - preferably someone they know or at least have a chance to get to know.

If I'm being honest, my first thought when I saw that clip was not "OMG.  What a terrible role model!"  It was "Oh lord.  This needs to stop.  Another Disney girl, on the downward spiral... next stop, rehab."  I was actually worried about her, and wondering if she was going to be the next Lindsay Lohan, or take the same trip to Crazyville as Britney Spears a few years ago.  It's just sad.  I actually really hope this was a calculated ploy to take her career in a new direction, and not the beginning of another very public, very bad, crash and burn.

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

I Choose To Be Flattered

This afternoon (after a grocery store run, with both kids in tow) I was sitting at a stop light with the windows (of my minivan) down, unabashedly singing along with the radio when I notice movement to the left...

I stopped singing and looked over at the car next to me, where a guy (boy, really, if you want to get technical) was looking at me... he smiled sincerely and calmly and said "You are gorgeous".  "I just want you to know you are gorgeous."  He didn't laugh, snicker, or anything....

To say I was dumbfounded would be the understatement of the year.

I don't often get compliments like that, and so to get one from a stranger at a stoplight stopped me in my tracks.  I didn't know what to say.  I was embarrassed, and acutely aware that he heard me belting out Rick Astley, and thought about the implications...

A kid, not much past 18.
A middle-aged woman, with a pulled back 'Mom-do'.
A minivan.
Rick. Effing. Astley.

He was making fun of me, it was the only answer.  That, or his friend dared him to say it to the next person at a stoplight... something.

I was embarrassed, probably turned about 17 shades of red, and mumbled "Right.  OK.  Thanks!" and looked away in a hurry.  I was kind of angry.  I was in a great mood, and this little punk was going to ruin it with his misplaced idea of a joke?!

Then I thought "He didn't laugh.  He didn't snicker.  He looked sincere.  WTF, does he have some sort of deviant cougar fetish?"  THE NERVE!

Finally, FINALLY the thought came to me that maybe he was sincere.  Maybe.
I usually only ever get 'cute' as a compliment, but maybe he was serious.

I was in a great mood.
I was wearing flattering clothes.
I was smiling.
I was happy and singing unabashedly.
I am generally kind of cute.

In the end, I choose to be flattered.  I choose to think that 'That little punk' really did have nice thoughts about me - that perhaps my happiness and general sense of well-being maybe made me more attractive than usual.  :)

Yeah.  I choose to be flattered, and think the best of him, and his intentions.  :)

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

It's Summer Break, And My Voice Is Worn Out.

Ugh, I am hoarse this morning.
And I wasn't at a concert last night, nor did I give a speech to a packed auditorium without aid of a microphone.  I haven't taken up pig calling, I didn't drink Jack Daniels and smoke all night, and I didn't embark on a new career as an opera singer.

No, I am hoarse for one simple reason:  I have kids.
I have kids, and I've already said "Leave your sister ALONE!" 74,000 times, this morning alone.

I've also said "Get OFF her!", "Stop screaming!", "Eat your food!" and "Settle down, or you're going to your room!" more times than should be humanly possible in two hours.

Dear God.
There's not enough coffee in the world today.  Is it time to go back to school, yet?  Mama needs a BREAK. You know it's bad when scrubbing the toilets seems like a break just as long as you can do it in sweet, sweet SILENCE.

I enjoy summer very much, and I love these little buggers fiercely... but holy hell, days like today, I envy working mothers an awful lot!  Coffee and a three-hour meeting?  Yes, please!  Business trip?  Hell yeah!  Tedious, mind-numbing work?  If it's quiet, sign me UP!

Summer vacation is kind of a laughable concept for mothers.  VACATION?  Ha, not for us!  The kids are home, actively destroying the house for the better part of three months... and when they aren't doing that, their tireless refrain goes something like "I'm BOOOORED.  What can we DOOOO?  Can we go somewhere?"

And then... then, there is the family vacation, which goes a little something like this:
Mom Spends Beach Vacation Assuming All Household Chores In Closer Proximity To Ocean

Now, I have to say that while the above is very true, there is the fact that while at the beach I almost never hear "I'm BOOORED!"  So, there is that - it's a nice break to not have to constantly entertain the kids - the waves, sand, shells and animals do a pretty good job of that.

But honestly?  The closest to a real vacation I'm going to get is in November - we are headed out on a cruise back to the Bahamas for Thanksgiving break.  Thanks to the child care on the ship, the restaurants, and the cleaning crew, my work is minimal and my days fairly relaxed. Ahhhh.  I cannot wait!

Until then, I'm going to need to stock up on throat lozenges and tea.  My poor throat!

Friday, August 9, 2013

Breakfast In Bed

When a day starts out well, no matter what happens, you feel a happy little glow for the rest of the day.  Well, today started out really well!  :)

I was awakened at JUST the right time (8:45) by a little voice next to my bed telling me that she (Ella) had gotten up early and made breakfast just for me!  She disappears and comes back a minute later bearing a plate with golden buttered toast (she took great care not to burn it) and a big old mug of my favorite coffee.  She disappeared again, and came back with my favorite creamer!

Now, how can you beat that?!

What a sweetheart.  Everything was absolutely perfect.  :)  She was thoughtful, careful, and it was a fantastic little surprise. ♥

There is no love more pure and without reservation than the love your child has for you, and how much she really wanted to please me and take care of me made my heart swell.  I am lucky, and it is all worth it.

Monday, August 5, 2013

My Wish

Such a great song.  I haven't really listened to them much before, but the lyrics are just beautiful.  :)

I hope that days come easy and moments pass slow,

And each road leads you where you want to go,
And if you're faced with a choice, and you have to choose,
I hope you choose the one that means the most to you.
And if one door opens to another door closed,
I hope you keep on walkin' till you find the window,
If it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile,

But more than anything, more than anything,
My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it,
To your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,
You never need to carry more than you can hold,
And while you're out there getting where you're getting to,
I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,
Yeah, this, is my wish.

I hope you never look back, but ya never forget,
All the ones who love you, in the place you left,
I hope you always forgive, and you never regret,
And you help somebody every chance you get,
Oh, you find God's grace, in every mistake,
And you always give more than you take.

Oh More than anything, Yeah, and more than anything,
My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it,
To your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,
You never need to carry more than you can hold,
And while you're out there getting where you're getting to,
I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,
Yeah, this, is my wish.

Thursday, August 1, 2013

Myrtle Beach

July sure went by in a blur.  Busy, busy, busy!

My baby girl (actually my oldest, but still my baby) turned nine in July, and we got to spend the week of her birthday celebrating at Myrtle Beach.  :)

It's been 1.5 weeks since the trip, and I keep meaning to put up some photos, but I have been on a massive cleaning/organizing spree since we got back.  Our lovely little beach condo was so organized, so neat, and so easy to take care of that I have been determined to GET RID OF JUNK and emulate that in my own home.  I have been a purging/organizing machine!

But, back to the fun stuff.  :D
The girls can swim well now, and aren't nearly as in need of hand-holding as usual on the beach, and they had a blast!  They got boogie boards and had a fantastic time on them all week!


We went to Medieval Times for the first time while we were there, too... bought the souvenir picture, but I didn't take any with my own camera.  That was great fun!  The kids ate like champs, loved the show, and my oldest was so enamored with our knight - especially after he presented her with a flower.  She said he was 'so handsome' and was quite disappointed when he didn't win the joust!

For the Birthday Girl's big day we did quite a bit, too!
She is a lover of all things weird, so our first stop was Ripley's Believe it or Not!

After that, we hit Ripley's Aquarium, and oohed and ahhed over the sharks, the jellyfish, the stingrays, and ate very overpriced snacks.  LOL!  We ended the day with all-you-can-eat crab legs (her choice, DEFINITELY not mine - yuck).

The next day my girls and I went parasailing together!  Man, was THAT a blast!  I was surprised that they both did it without the slightest twinge of fear - I love having adventurous kids!  There are no pictures, unfortunately, but it was definitely not something we'll forget!  :D

Toward the end of the week, we went out at night and tried our hand at crabbing... the last night we were there, the kids and dad came back with a 5 gallon bucket FULL of the little buggers!  Whoa.

I was sad to say goodbye, as always.  I am a beach bum at heart, and on the sand in front of one of God's most magnificent creations is my favorite place to be!  (Plus, the fantastic tan I ended up with is no bad perk, either!)  I'm already looking forward to my next visit....  :)

Friday, June 21, 2013

Day Four

Today is day four that I have been without my security blanket of nearly 15 years.  Every day for 15 years (in December) without fail, I have clung to my security blanket, counting on it to deliver the peace of mind I couldn't give myself.

Every day for almost 15 years, I have put a pill on my tongue.

But today is my fourth day without antidepressants.
I have taken them so long, and so religiously, that I cannot believe I haven't taken one in four days, and I'm still standing here... and doing just fine, to boot!

When I started taking Zoloft all those many years ago, I was barely alive.  I was broken, devastated, and so depressed that I was already absent from the world as I knew it - all that was left here was my body, and my pain.  Everything good about me was gone, and I was left with only the pain... those pills saved my life.

I was SO close to doing the unthinkable, and those pills saved my life.

I have desperately clung to them for many years - they were magic, and my security blanket.  They were my shield against that desperate place I left behind and never wanted to see again.

I have only recently realized that while they were my saving grace, they have also been a hiding place.  I've been cowering in the face of what happened to me for 15 years.  I have been taking the pills probably not out of need, but out of pure, unadulterated FEAR.

I realized recently that every time I take that pill, I feel like I am still stuck in my life from 15 years ago.  It's the last remaining vestige of that horrific time period, and I felt as though I wanted that control back.  I want to be in control, and not cowering in the face of something that happened to me 15 years ago.

I went one day without my meds by accident... but on the second day, I chose not to refill the prescription.  On the third day I refilled it, but didn't take it.  Today, it's in the cabinet, and I didn't take it again.  And for the first time in 15 years I feel free of that horrific experience.  I feel GOOD.  I feel as though I have control over that awful time in my life, and that I can take back what's mine.

I haven't lost my mind, and I'm not doing this blindly, expecting that everything will be peachy from here out... I'm aware that after every instance of major depressive episodes, the rate of recurrence goes way up.  I've had two such episodes.  I've lived under the shadow of depression for a long time, and I know the symptoms and warning signs.  AND I've confided my actions to two people I trust very much, and I know will look out for me if I begin to show signs that I am NOT OK.

But for now, I feel like I can make a break from that period in my life, and I feel great!  I am so relieved and happy.  :)

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

May - What A Fabulous Month!

So.  May...
It's been an interesting month, to say the least.

I'll start by saying that I turned 36 this month... and that is significant to me, because I have always kind of felt like this age is the tipping point, where middle-age begins.  I'm 'growing up' whether I like it or not.  (And  shockingly, I'm not altogether opposed to it - I feel pretty darned good, all things considered.)

We went to the US National Whitewater Center for my birthday and we all (kids included!) went zip lining.  It was a BLAST.  There are no pictures, but I don't really regret that - I was too busy having fun and living in the moment to worry about snapping pictures.

We've gone to Carowinds a few times already this season, and that's (almost) always a good time.  :)

The weekend of the 17th, we went to Daytona for a long weekend.  That?  Rocked.  We had a really great time!

Technically we were there for Paul to do the Abarth Track Experience, but we all had a fantastic time!  Not only did P get to do the Abarth Track Experience, he also did a ride-along in a race car (with a professional driver) on the big Daytona 500 track (180 mph turns, baby!)  He was soooo stoked.  And, he did well with his own racing, placing 4th in his group.

While P was racing, this is what the kids and I did:

That's right, we spent the whole day on the beach (well, OK, a little by the pool) and got some killer tans.  (Don't have a heart attack, I put SPF 1,000 on them, but they still tan.)  And yep - I commandeered the kiddo's Hello Kitty straw cup as a wine receptacle.  (Hey - all they had were mugs in the room, and no glass is allowed poolside.  I'm resourceful, that's all.)  Annnd... you have a leg/foot picture of me, because I don't trust my kids with my phone around so much water.  So, no pictures of me.  My iPhone did not want to go swimming... it heard what happened to the last one.  It has nightmares.

The next day, P was done with his racing stuff, so we all headed off to Universal Studios - Islands of Adventure!  Major awesomeness.  Especially Hogsmeade, and all the lovely Harry Potter goodness.

We ate at The Three Broomsticks, had butterbeer, rode rides (of course) and stared at everything there, marveling at how much like the movie it really was!  The kids got souvenir wands:  Anna chose Viktor Krum's, and Ella chose Luna Lovegood's.  After a long day, we had dinner at the Hard Rock Cafe there, and my oldest learned all about Buddy Holly.  So proud.

Then, back to the beach the next day.
It was so lovely, and the weather was perfect for us.  :)

Over Memorial Day weekend, we did a lot of family stuff... went to see Epic "I'm a slug, baby.  No shell hur!", went bowling, had a family cookout, and went to Carowinds (even froze in the water park for a while).  And now we wait... the end of school is just around the corner, and I have a lot planned for this summer!

Tuesday, May 14, 2013


I've never had an anxiety attack before in my life, but I've been stuck in hell for the last couple of days.

Clenched stomach.
Sense of impending doom.
Feeling out of control.

In short, I feel like an acrobat who looked down and found that her safety net has disappeared unexpectedly.  Gut-clenching, spine-tingling horror at the discovery... every move seems to make the anxiety grow.

Out of control.
Manic desire to regain control...

I feel insane.
This has never happened to me before.
In fact, I am writing this with the fervent hope that by getting it out I will be able to exercise some modicum of control over a situation that has me completely bewildered and shaken up.

Control... I need control.  I don't know, I need something... I need order and peace.  I need for this paralyzing knot in my stomach to go away.

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Back To Square One...

Never, never, ever have I felt that my blog title was more appropriate than I do today.
This is my life: taming the wind... although, today it feels more like attempting to domesticate a wild animal.

I am tired.
The last few weeks have been an uphill battle, and I have lost.

My daughter has Asperger's and ADHD, and has been on meds for two years (the same one for about a year and a half).  In that time she gained no weight - zero, zippo, zilch.  Her younger sister (by two years) is only about 4lbs less than her.  She went from normal-sized to stick thin.  I was understandably worried, and changed her meds to improve her appetite.  Her appetite improved, but everything else went downhill.  :(

She is up 4 lbs, but I can't take it anymore, and she's going back on her old medication.  :(

I feel like a failure, but the new meds do NOTHING for her... she's a mess.  A leaping, fidgeting, head-in-the-clouds, crazy mess.  She literally CANNOT concentrate, she can't sit still, she is LOUD, overly fearless, oblivious to danger, oblivious to others, oblivious to the messes she creates and havoc she wreaks, and frankly a nightmare to try to teach.

I love her dearly, but I am losing my mind.  LOSING IT.
Something's gotta give.

She's been on the new meds for a couple of months, and everything is going to hell in a handbasket.  I am stuck between a rock and a hard place - faced with the decision of which is more important, her weight/eating, or her overall well-being (and the well-being of those around her)?

Back to square one....

Thursday, March 28, 2013

So, We Don't Agree...

I will never understand the thinking of some people.
Specifically, people who become downright livid when their friends, family, or online acquaintances don't agree with them on hot-button issues.  *gasp*

I have two words for y'all:
So. What.

Unless you are planning to marry that person, there is no reason why disagreement on a hot-button issue needs to be that big a deal.  It could very well be a deal-breaker in a marriage or long-term relationship, but otherwise?  I'm not seeing it.

That amount of intolerance will give you ulcers.  Sheesh.

Is it THAT DIFFICULT to respect that people in your life won't always agree with your brilliant views and rationale?  Is it that difficult to just tune out when they rant about something you don't care about or don't agree with?  (Unless they are completely militant about it, in my experience it's not that hard at all.)  Or if you REALLY REALLY care about them, and think their viewpoint is hurting them or that they would be much happier with a different one, is it THAT HARD to discuss it with them respectfully and thoughtfully rather than going off?

It's not hard for me.  (Unless I already hate you... if I already hate you, forget about it - I'm coming in guns blazing.  LOL!)

You want to win others over to your way of thinking?

Here's a little piece of advice for you:  being an insufferable jerk isn't going to do it.  You will end up driving them even FURTHER away from your end of the spectrum.  Be a shining example of your cause - be convicted and respectful.  Oh, and for the love of all that is holy?  Be ready to back up your views with logic.

And that ends my thoughts for the moment.

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Not Enough Time

Ever feel like there just isn't enough time in the day (or enough days in the year) to do everything you WANT to do (on top of everything you MUST do)?

I need the day to be about 12 hours longer, I think, in order to do all these 'extra' things that I'm dying to do. I've got quilts I want to make, I want to learn to knit better, I want to take some (more) Spanish, there are chairs I want to re-upholster, I want to do some yard work,  there's a dress I want to make, and I need (and want) to organize my genealogy info... oh, and there's a graveyard I want to photograph!  But... time - there just isn't enough of it!  I wish I didn't need to sleep, sometimes.  LOL!

See?  I NEED to make these quilts (or my version of them, anyway).

And this dress?  Divine.
A lot of work just to wear to the Renaissance Festival, it's true... but I WANT IT.

And I need/want these in my yard - I think maybe they might even survive my brown thumb:

I have so many interests, and not enough time to indulge in them all!

I need 12 hours to sleep, 12 to work, and 12 to play.  Sounds reasonable, right?  So, where can I get one of these 36 hour days?

Monday, March 18, 2013

Happy Guilt

It's been such a long time since I've been unconflicted and not struggling (with SOMETHING) that I'd forgotten how 'happy guilt' feels.  I'd forgotten that I tend to do this - instead of just being happy and savoring it, I start to worry about other people, and why THEY aren't happy.

When I'm happy, I want to 'fix' everyone else.  I want them to feel happy, too!  I agonize over their problems, and lie awake at night feeling awful for them.

Why do I do that?
Their problems were there before, and they'll be there no matter what I do, because it's not up to me to fix it - and I can't.  THEY have to fix it.

I know that empathy is a good thing, to an extent.  But it's eating me up inside right now, and stifling my happy heart.  Does that sound selfish?  It feels selfish that I'm even a little bit worried about the fact that my own happiness is suffering for worrying about others.  I think that's the very definition of selfishness, isn't it?  *sigh*

In reality, I've known for years that the answer is to learn to 'compartmentalize' better, and not let things take over my life - give them a box, and be able to put them away when I need to.  Why is that hard for me?


Happy guilt... go figure!
I suppose that, for now, I'm just going to concentrate on the first word, and celebrate that I am happy!  I will pray for those I love that aren't.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Maybe A Bone Marrow Match?!

I joined the Be The Match (bone marrow) registry in June, 2011.

Just about every day I have a newsletter, or a campaign email, or something in my inbox... and I usually don't read them.  Yesterday, I was ABOUT to click delete on an email, when I noticed the title:  "You are a possible marrow match."


I read the email, and it looked legit, so I called the number....
Sure enough, it was true.  Out of the millions of people on the registry (7 million, if I'm not mistaken) I am a high probable match for someone out there.  It's exciting to think about... what odds!

I spoke to a woman at the main office, filled out a health questionnaire, and then spoke to another woman (a donor coordinator) about my general health and the meds I'm taking.  She seemed very satisfied with my info and answers...

And now I wait.  
They will examine my HLA markers, and those of the patient in need... they will also examine those of any other matches from the registry (if any).  If our HLA markers are a close enough match, it's a go.  I'm told I should know something by May at the absolute latest, but it could be much sooner... it all depends on the patient's doctor, their health, the strength of the match, etc.

We will see.

Even if nothing comes of it, it's still cool.
If you haven't joined the registry, please think about it!  You could save a life!

Friday, March 1, 2013

Taylor Swift's "I Knew You Were Trouble"... with goats.

So, I have a problem.

Every time I hear Taylor Swift's song "I Knew You Were Trouble", it gets stuck in my head.   Horribly.  Like, to the point that I want a lobotomy just to get rid of it.  But, thanks to Facebook, it's not so bad anymore.  To you I introduce:  "I Knew You Were Trouble" featuring... goats.  Yep, goats.  And the goats rock... they cause me to laugh while suffering the indignity of having Taylor Swift stuck in my head.

You know you want to watch:

No need to watch the whole thing, it's crazy-long... two minutes will do just fine.

Friday, February 22, 2013


Just letting everybody know that as of February 1st, I became a peddler of the most awesome smelly goodness in the world - Scentsy.

I have the best-smelling house on the block, and you can too!

Just click here, and let me help bring scented goodness into your life.  :)

Love cinnamon buns, vanilla, birthday cake or coffee?
How about lavender, lilacs, roses, or sweet peas?  Beaches, thunderstorms and spas... lemons, limes, and berries.  It's all there!  (Even if you want your house to smell like a hot man... we've got that too!)

There is something for everyone - over 80 wax fragrances, and many, many warmers.   Lotions, hand sanitizers, car air fresheners, travel tins, room sprays, even fragrances for your washer and/or dryer!  And don't forget the kids - Scentsy buddies with built-in pouches for their favorite fragrance packs.  :)

If you want to try it out, or need a consultant, I'm your girl!
Want a catalog or to sample a seasonal fragrance?  Let me know!

Thursday, February 21, 2013

Dignity In The Digital Age

Oh, holy mother of God, sometimes I get freaked out about being the mother of two beautiful girls.  I love them so fiercely, and I want to protect them, obviously.  Sometimes it feels like I will need to move them to a remote cave in order to do that, though.

A woman I knew in High School has daughters who are now in Junior High... and she posted on FB about an ongoing problem amongst kids in that age group - sexting, and using smartphones to send nudie pics.

In Junior High (oh, my bad, now it's Middle School) girls are sending nude photos to their 'boyfriends'.  I wish I could talk to those girls, and tell them some things....

I wish I could make them understand that it's not about nakedness or shame, it's about respect.

 * Not about him respecting you, but about YOU respecting yourself.  Ever get the 'bad feeling' in the pit of your stomach?  That's your inner voice letting you know that you've compromised your dignity and let yourself down.  LISTEN.

I wish I could really get through to them that naked pictures are not about him admiring your body, or thinking you are beautiful.  It's not about THAT.

 *  It is easy to fall into the trap of being flattered that he wants to look at you -especially because the internet is rife with porn.  He can look at any manner of women/girls with a few keystrokes, but he wants to look at YOU.  Awww.  Honey, it's not like that.  It's a CONTROL MANEUVER.  He wants pictures of you
because he wants to know how far he can get you to go FOR HIM.  Don't be flattered... the little jerk just wants you to do it to validate HIM.  If you do it, he's puffed up like a peacock "Ha!  I'm the man... look what she'll do for me!"  Don't get me wrong - he and his five best friends will enjoy your contribution... but don't for a minute think that it's any kind of testament to you as a person.

I wish they would really stop and think about doing something they can never, ever undo.  In the digital age, it's not at all far-fetched to say that pictures are FOREVER.  And they are hard to control... they can easily be passed around in secret.

    *  "I trust him.  He wouldn't do that to me!"  All it takes is an insecure desire to impress a friend... or a drunken moment on an iPhone, and suddenly your body is a trophy.  Whether it's done out of spite, out of machismo, or a drunken mistake - now your body is no longer private.  All it takes is one little judgment lapse to turn your body into a detached tool of amusement, and your dignity into a punchline.  In the digital age, pictures are forever.  They can be saved here, there, and everywhere, passed on with the click of a mouse, and duplicated over and over and over, and there's not a damned thing you can do about it.  You can't stop it.

I wish I could make young girls understand what it took me years to figure out - your body is not a tool you can use to gain love, respect, or devotion.  Your body (and everything you do with it) is a gift to the one who ALREADY  loves you, respects you, and is devoted to you.  You won't gain those things by virtue of your body - if they're not already present, you're wasting your time and throwing away your dignity.

Gosh, it scares me.
I know these things now, but how on earth do I really make sure my daughters understand when the time comes?  How do I get them to see...?  We all have such big egos and think "It's different with us!" or "That won't happen to me!"  We do it all the time.

Young girls throwing away their dignity; whether it be on the floor of a random bedroom, in the back of a car, or via their smartphone makes me sad.  I didn't really know better... I didn't.  But I want my daughters to.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Ah, What A Busy Month!

Oh. Em. Gee.

Long day, here.  Actually, now that I'm thinking about it, a long week.

We're in the middle of Girl Scout cookie season here, which as you all know is a Big Deal - it kind of consumes the thoughts of the adults involved from late December until... well, until we finally unload that last box of cookies we ordered for cookie booth sales.  Could be February, or could be March... or it could be that come May we still have some we're trying to GIVE away.

 Don't get excited... it's never Thin Mints.  It's always that year's 'misfit cookie' like the unfortunate Shout-Outs last year, or (I'm predicting) the new Mango Cremes this year (they have been unfortunately described as tasting like a) air freshener or b) hand lotion).  Not a winner.  Somehow I have a sneaky suspicion they will be the ones that get unloaded on our unsuspecting military overseas via Operation Sweet Treat.  Hey, don't blame me... I'm in the 'hand lotion' camp, and wouldn't feed them to my dog.

Cookie booths...we have a ton, and they are nearly every weekend starting last weekend, until we collapse, run out of cookies, or both.

So besides that, I had my Scentsy launch party last weekend, and did pretty darned well, I think!  I already earned the 'Shooting Star' award (after 11 days - and only 4 days with my kit in hand), and can't wait for the new catalog items to be available in March!  :)

As I mentioned before, I'm homeschooling Annalise, and it's going well!  However, we visited the doctor and found that because of her meds (they kill her appetite), she's only gained 2 lbs over the last 3 years... so we felt it necessary to try to find a new medication that will be effective, but allow her to gain weight.  And it's happening in the midst of all this other stuff, so it's a bit challenging.  I really have to watch her closely and evaluate her... keep tabs on her appetite, intake and weight as well as the overall effectiveness of her meds.  It's a good thing she's home with me so we can do this properly!  She seems to be flourishing in the homeschool environment, though... I have noticed such a difference in her demeanor and attitude - all positive.  And her studies are going well, too.  :)

I've gotten back into my quilting lately, and have done two baby quilts for my nephew and great-nephew arriving within the next month.  It's a veritable boy extravaganza!  I will post pics as soon as they are sent off to their new owners.  :)

I'm back in school too, and exhausted tonight... long day, and long class this evening.  It's a three-hour class, but she almost never keeps us for the entire time.  Well, tonight she very nearly did, and I was dead on my feet by the end.  Boy, this getting old thing is GREAT!  /sarcasm

Aside from that, I am still trying to train our newest dog, who is just out of isolation from heartworm treatment. (Not our fault!  She had them when she was picked up by Animal Control.)  In addition, we have recently acquired the following:  a hamster (yes, again), four hermit crabs, and an anole (little lizard).  This is in addition to the two dogs, cat, and turtle (the hissing cockroaches have left the building - more about that later).  I'm up to my eyeballs in animals.  I think my kids have more pets right now than I had throughout my entire childhood.

You're probably wondering about the cockroaches, right?
I had been telling my husband for months "I think a couple escaped in the garage.  I saw one on the landing, and I'm pretty sure I found cockroach poop."  His response?  "Oh no, there aren't any loose out there.  That was the one Anna lost, and it got put back in its cage - it's all good."  I wasn't buying it.  At all.  I believed whole-heartedly that a couple had gotten loose, but he wouldn't hear it.  Until about two weeks ago....

You see, my husband got a great new little car (a Fiat Abarth) that he loves, loves, loves.  And apparently he wasn't the ONLY ONE who adored it.  He brought it home, and about a week later called me driving home from work.  He says "I just nearly had an accident driving down the interstate.  I thought I saw something moving, and guess what I saw on my dashboard?  A HUGE freaking hissing cockroach.  The damned thing is sitting on my arm right now.  It must have gotten into my car from the garage."  Ha!  Vindication!

Or, so I thought.  But he still maintained that it was a fluke, and that no drastic measures were necessary.  (I was of a completely different opinion, and have been for some time... he has intervened and stopped the executioner's axe (aka: me) on several occasions.)

And then it happened AGAIN.  (Bwahaha!)
Same scenario... only that time he agreed that they had. to. go.  So I committed mass bug-murder - I froze those little suckers solid and disposed of them.  (Hey, I looked it up - it's the most humane way for them to go).  I'm NOT sorry to see the back of them.

So.  Yeah.  The last couple of weeks have been busy and eventful, with very little real 'free time'.  But what little free time is available, I have used to discover a show that I absolutely LOVE!  Downton Abbey.  If you haven't seen it, do!  The first season is on Netflix, and it's so worth it, especially if you have a fascination with English nobility.  :)  Great show!  (Death to O'Brien, the loathesome bitch!)

And now I will end this, because I'm tired, and my glass of wine is starting to make me feel deliciously fuzzy around the edges.  Ahhh....

Goodnight to all!  (Assuming anyone is actually reading - ha!)

Saturday, February 9, 2013

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Someone is J.E.A.L.O.U.S.

This morning was just... special.

Methinks that my youngest is getting a bit jealous about me homeschooling her sister.  I think this because she came right out and told me.  LOL!  Had she not, though, I probably still would have figured it out.  It's not hard when your morning goes like this:

Me:  "Time to wake up!  Good morning, sugar!"
Her:  "I didn't get ANY sleep last night.  I'm soooo tired."  (said in a major whiny tone)
Me:  "You got plenty of sleep!"
Her:  "Yeah, but, my arm hurts soooooo bad.  It hurt all night."  (she scraped her elbow yesterday)
Me:  "Ohh, I'm sorry."  :(
Her:  "It hurts so so so bad, and it'll hurt alll day at school too!"  (sniffle)
Me:  "You're OK."


Her:  "My arm hurts, my legs hurt, I have a tummy ache, AND my throat hurts.  It was hurting all night!  Can you check it?"
Me:  "Sure."  (gets flashlight)
Me:  "It's fine!  Looks normal."

Five minutes pass...

Her:  "Can you check my throat again?  I think it changed, because it hurts reallyreallyreally badly!"
Me:  "I just checked, it's fine."
Her:  "Daaaadddddddy.  Can you check my throat?"

He obliges, and agrees that it's fine.

Her:  "My arm is sore AGAIN!"
Me:  *ignore ignore ignore*
Her:  "It huurrrrrrts!  And my tummy hurts, I think I ate too much cheese!"

I decide from here on out to just ignore her myriad complaints, and go about my business.  On the way to school she says "It's not fair that Anna gets to spend the whole day with you!"

Hello, drama, anyone?
God love my little drama queen... never a dull moment!

Friday, January 25, 2013

Snow Day... Sort Of.

Gotta love the G-town school system.

We all knew 'bad weather' was coming, it was no surprise.  Surrounding counties had closed their schools, or issued an early closing decree (10-11 am), but our area was holding out, by God!  I think our powers-that-be are determined not to be 'Southern crazies' everyone likes to make fun of ("Two flakes?!"  Have you got the bread, Bobbie-Jean?") and wait it out until the last second.  And wait it out they did!

I got up at 6 am and readied Ella for school.
We trudged out to the car and drove up to the school... she got out and I kissed her goodbye.

Then, as I went to drive home, the ice started coming down.
I turned around, went right back to school, and took her back home with me.  By the time we went out for our groceries (hey, we're die-hard, make no mistake) and got home, the phone was ringing.  School on early dismissal... they'll be let out at 10.  It was 9 am when they made the call.

Hey, on behalf of all the parents who went into work and had to turn around and come right back home I say "Thanks a lot, assholes!"  'Cause you KNOW most of the daycares closed....

So I was kind of glad I went ahead and just took my little darling back home with me.  Though I did go out around 10:30 to pick up a hamster... (don't ask)  LOL.

So today I homeschooled both kids (at Ella's insistence - she enjoyed it quite a bit, and was mad when I stopped).  It wasn't as contentious as I thought it might be - it went better than I thought.  :)  I won't say they were angels, but they didn't kill each other.  That's a start, I suppose.

At any rate, I was reallyreallyreally hoping for our driveway to get really iced-up.  We have a nice steep one with a good hill... I wanted to break out the sleds and slide down the driveway repeatedly until our hands and toes fell off.  Alas, it was not to be.  Not today anyway.  (You bet your booty I will check again in the morning.)  But, the grass accumulated just enough ice to allow us to slide down the hill outside our house several times....  Not the same, granted, but fun anyway.  :)  Now I'm hoping our wet driveway freezes solid overnight!

Hey, if you can't have snow, you make do.  Am I right?!

Monday, January 21, 2013

I'm Back!


So much has happened in the last couple of months that I am still reeling from it all.  :)  It's been a time of BIG changes, for sure.

In this month alone I have:
Started homeschooling my oldest daughter, Annalise.
Started back at college classes for myself.
Cut 7 inches off my hair.
Embarked on a whole-house organization/cleaning spree.
Decided to take on a part time job (starting in Feb.)

It doesn't look like a lot written down, but trust me, my schedule is PACKED lately.  And?  I love it.  I really do.  So far, so good....

In addition, I've been kind of 'saving up' stuff to write about.  I've been busy, disinclined to write at my other blog address, and pretty darned tired to boot.  So in the next few days I will likely just spew.  LOL!

At any rate, I'm back.  I like it here, this is my outlet, and I need it.  :)

I Miss THIS Blog.

I left here because someone was hanging around that I didn't like... so I thought I'd start over.  Only... I don't like the new blog.  For some reason I just don't ever feel like posting there.  Somehow, this is home.

I know it's strange, because it's just a random spot on the internet, but I like it here.  I miss it.  The last five years of my life are here, and I don't want to go.

So here I am.
Forget it.  Why should I leave?  If someone wants to hang around and read my every word, then whatever... so be it.  Knock yourself out.  I don't care about you, and it doesn't matter.