Yes Gage...I put the deck furniture out JUST FOR YOU. Not only so you could lounge in it, but also so you could get twisted up in it 47 times a day. Also, thank you for taking the blame for my fart last night.
KDog slept through the night at 3 weeks old...LUCKY I KNOW!!!! YEHA GOOD SLEEPER!!!
Fast forward....
I am going to document the things she yells out...so when she is a mom she can see it!
((Her room is kiddy corner to the living room and she gets "scared" if we are up or downstairs))
Me: Brush your teeth, go potty and then time to read K.
-WHAT??????? What time is it? Never mind it is time to read.
-IT IS NOT EVEN MY BEDTIME You got up at 5:30 it IS your bedtime tonight.
She reads for 20 minutes. I read to her 15 minutes. I say good night, tuck in, kisses hugs..EXIT
10 seconds later
-I need a drink Here. Good night I love you.
-I need a hug I hugged you!
-But I didn't hug you! -FINE
-Come check on me I always do!
-In 5 minutes AT COMMERCIAL!
-Are the doors locked? YES!
-What are you doing? GO TO BED
-mom?
-mom?
-mom?
-mom?
KNOCK IT OFF~
-please just come here... K-Dog I am tired please stop (aka..my fuckin show is on leave me alone!) What do you need?
-Can you turn my music down? WHAT? Reach over and do it yourself GOOD NIGHT!
-I love you. You too K.
-To the moon and back.
-I mean Jupiter and back...wait mom Jupiter isn't a planet ((here I am being quiet buy stabbing my eyeballs with the remote))
-I love you to ZENA and back (damn science teacher)
15 minutes of silence
-I smell popcorn!!! I NEVER get any POPCORN!! NO FAIR YOU ALWAYS make it when I go tot bed. SHUTUP YOU HAD A DESERT~
-Can I have one piece?
-one?
-COME ON!!!! K-Dog if you don't be quiet you are grounded.
-Head peeps over the couch...one piece? GO TO BED.....QUIT WATCHING THE TV AND MARCH IT YOUNG LADY (oh god I am my mother)
5 minutes of silence
-Mom don't get mad I am just going to the bathroom. (flush)
-Can you come tuck me in? IF YOU GET OUT OF THAT BED I AM GOING TO NAIL YOUR DOOR SHUT ---FOREVER~
30 minutes pass and I kiss the sweet sleeping girl on the head and feel guilty about the last thing she heard....
I have a hard time when I get hurt. Really.
#1 I swear/cuss no matter what...even in school I say sheeshkabob...not horrible but they know what I am trying NOT to say.
#2 Sometimes I just cry. I never cry about serious shit, but I hit my head on the way down the stairs (slanted ceiling) I just frickin cry.
#3 I get INSTAMAD. I hit things while crying.
#4 I hate what people SAY to me when I get hurt.
2 stories. (get a snack, I'll wait)
( I LOVE NUMBERS YES I DO! I LOVE NUMBERS HOW 'BOUT YOU!?)
1. I was wrestling around with Jdog once and then went to kiss him. We bashed heads. I RAN out of the room and he says " Are you okay?" WHAT THE F**K...Do I look okay? DO people who are crying, stomping and CLUTCHING their eyeballs appear to be OKAY? Umm ironically he proposed 15 minutes later...(the nervous bashhead kiss for a foreshadowing sign of his nervousness)
2. Monday night- We have this ghetto ironing board in a cupboard. It folds down at waist level and then you prop it up...but you can't remove it from the cupboard. So BEHIND the ironing board we store extra pop, chips etc..I opened cupboard and took out some pretzels. ((I REALLY wanted the Pringles...but that is another story)) Lifted up the ghetto board and as I was shutting the cupboard door...the ironing board. FELL. ON ME. MY ARM AND HEAD. So JDog is waiting for the dog to come in the back door and can see and HEAR what has transpired. He says " What happened?" Okay fuckface....there is a BANG a WARRIOR CRY of pain and you are standing 4 feet in front of me. The Tip of the ironing board is probably in your view since it is hanging out the CUPBOARD.
I may or may not have thrown the bag of pretzels on the floor and cried.
I may or may not have screamed/spit at him. WHAT THE F**K DO YOU THINK HAPPENED EINSTEIN? (even if my worst moments I use sarcasm.)
So then a fight ensured that he only wanted to know what happened...who cares .run to me with as an icepack and BRANDY.
I asked him later if he would help me if I was passed out on the floor...because I mean if I am pass out I can't TELL you want happened...
I have 2 words:
....at some point you have cattle in your backyard. EATING your grass. We live next to an organic farm ( no pesticides) and they rotate the grazers in all their fields. Usually we don't even see them, but once in awhile I look out my window and there they are! The fields are on 3 sides of our acre so you never know when you will come around a tree or the house and be face to face with one of these beasts!
....you daughter not only knows HOW to steer this thing....BUT ENJOYS IT. JDog bought this yesterday. I made him sign a contract to do some of the odd jobs he has been putting off before he bought it. The list MAY have included telling his wife she is beautiful twice a week =)
.....your husband just bought a new riding lawnmower and his favorite feature is the beer beverage holder. Well at least I won't have to meet him half way through the yard and do the Bud Light drive by!!! At the time we lived in the Ghetto house so it seemed natural to pass off beer off to him whilst mowing.
I am never late....really ask anyone....if someone is late 3 minutes it feels like forever to me...JDog picked me up after school for a date on Monday. He was late..I got bored in the school bathroom.
This was the only man in my life this weekend. I hate J Dog's hours. I know it is for the best, but I just need some time to adjust to his 16 hour days. The weather was beautiful this weekend! I love my sandals, and will be the last one in WI to put them away. Went for a couple dog walks, did laundry, went out F/S night with friends...pretty sure Friday I was leading some sort of aerobic routine on the dance floor. FOR SHORE there were some cheerleading moves involved. Oh dear. Anyway Sunday I went to play my friend directed...the off for Salmon on the grill at my mom's. Topped off with a Fresh episode of Cold Case.
**Update.
I feel great today. Had a bitchin workout this morning. Left the house NOT stressed at my husband , daughter, dog OR cat. I feel lighter...I am so glad I stood my ground yesterday. I did not put down or offend my "friend". And...maybe now she will think twice about snippy comments (( to me anyway)). ((OF course I did cry for 3 hours last night....until JDog said those magical 3 little words to get me out of my funk... HAVE A BEER))
I did get another email today stating how TICKED OFF my friend was...never once a SORRY for the miscommunication. If a true friend told me I offended them I would apoligize. Even if I didn't mean it...if they feel offended who cares HOW it was meant. I would feel bad...some people focus so much on the WORDS SAID and then react .....as I grow up I know that bottomline is how I make the person feels is the issue....not if I understand WHY. I simply replied to her email that I was honest and can't control how she reacts. I was over it and hoped we could have fun the next time we ran into eachother.
My face looks better =)
(Never fuck with a teacher)
I hate confrontation. My whole life I have run from it and pretended everything was "FINE." let things fester and then take it out at home..I had a bad morning with JDog and then in the mist of planning a girl get together Saturday one of my "friends" ended her email with " I wish I was a teacher right now so I could have weekends off." Excuse me...I worked my ass off to get where I am today...I come to my classroom on the weekends all the time to get shit done. I am taking a 1 credit class right now which met on Saturdays and am working on a paper. (one of the other girls couldn't meet right away because she had a paper to do...everyone else was also busy til the afternoon but ME...hence the comment) NOT to mention I am wife, houseowner and OH YES A MOTHER! (none of which the "friend" is.) Still I would never belittle her time or responsibilities.
So I sent her an email about the above concerns (minus the cuss words and attitude)
AND GUESS WHAT she emailed me that I was "ridiculous" and that I was insulting her...why is it I can't express my point of view to some people...I don't hate her...I wasn't bad mouthing her...but I wanted to get it off my chest and not take it out on my own family later. I tried to stand my ground, but then sent her another email that if we were not friends I would not feel comfortable telling her and if I hurt her I would want her to tell me blah blah blah
ICKY feeling and my face it 8 times red.
Yes I took a picture of the HAM! My grandpa prided himself on the ham every year at Easter. He would go to store knowing a 20-pound ham would be plenty. But whenever he got there, he would eye up the larger ones. Of course we always had way too much ham on Easter. But at the table we would discuss the quality of the ham at length. I actually felt bad for my Grandma who had heard about the HAM for 2 weeks before Easter! I have posted before about not crying at my Grandpa's funeral. Easter was a great day full of memories. When I was little my Grandpa always hid the baskets. I can still picture them in my mind with one WHITE chocolate bunny for me. And as I got older and my love for mashed potatoes with cabbage salad* and gravy grew infamous in the family, Grandpa would tell me every year we WERE NOT having mashed potatoes that year...like I would fall for that! Anyway it was a wonderful Easter weekend filled with movies**, family, full tummies, dogs and yes memoirs of grandpa.
Tuesday, K and I went to go get pedicures. Of course it was ZERO degrees the next day (down from 70s!) so no flip-flops to show them off! It was a reward for her doing so well at our schools reading incentive program. I have mixed feelings about our program as they put a numerical value to the tests taken about books. The number lends itself into a competition among the students, and its purpose is to motivate each child individually. One child may work very hard to get say 12 points where another can easily get 30. I feel bad for the 12-point child who looks at the number and then feels bad. Anyway K deserves recognition for her efforts and I am proud of her. Today, for the school reward she gets to spray paint a teacher’s hair pink in front of the school. (you may remember one brave teacher that let a student CHOP HER HAIR OFF for last quarter's reward! =) HAPPY EASTER TO ALL OF YOU!!
I should have maybe taken a picture of the final product (DUR)! instead of the paraphernalia...I have an extra batch so I will document next time.
Saturday Brayden was baptized.
