Sick Kids....and Fakers

I have learned when you have 3 kids and one of them is sick that it is best not to tell the other two what exactly is wrong with the first one. This helps you determine who else is actually getting sick and who is just grasping at straws. CJ was tested for the flu last Friday, came back negative, they said his throat was red and one ear looked bad...so they put him on a strong antibiotic that I will not try to spell but will call it the infamous Z pack. Anyway, both of the girls were gone off and on all weekend, so they have no clue for what he was tested. Flash forward to Sunday night...both girls started to get various ailments ranging from but not limited to, a stomach ache, a back ache , a head ache and a possible fever. Now..the fever claim can be dispelled with a mere touch of the hand to the forhead...No fever. Stomach ache is a little iffy, but is less believable when said child continues to eat like a horse. Back ache? I'm not sure, I think they were running out of ideas at this point and remembered that CJ has frequent back problems. Needless to say, although I give them kudos for trying their best, both girls got on the bus this morning. The little one had the nerve to make me come to school to get her for the infamous "stomach ache" but then went on to eat stuffed shells at Melini's and beg for a milkshake afterwards....I think she is a little liar. The 16 yr. old had the nerve to text me, FROM school and type in two little words..."mall tonight?".....are you kidding me??!!! I have to take CJ back to the doctor at 7:30 tonight and had to cancel YET AGAIN my spring parent/teacher conference with Maggie's teacher...I still haven't made it to the grocery store to get everything we need, and my brand new washer (supposedly state of the art) tends to gag on more than 3 pair of jeans, so I have to babysit the washer all day if I want to get any laundry done...BUT I'm going to make sure and take her to the mall tonight! AARRGGHH!!! Thus is my life. Welcome.

The Shed

I love where I live. This is the house that I grew up in; all my memories are from this place. I stepped out on the porch this morning to let the dog out, the sun was still low in the sky and I could smell the creek...the shed by the creek-bank has sheltered many different things over the years.
It's held hogs/pigs, different kinds of goats, horses, donkeys, it was a garage for go-carts and motorcycles, 3-wheelers and 4-wheelers, it was our club house and our nemesis when time to clean the junk out. All the grandkids have been in that shed to see the new baby animals and to help name them....they've gazed in jealousy at the go-cart that their parents had when they were little, and beg for it to be restored. Right now it holds the old Jeep Cheerokee that mom and dad bought to drive up to their cabin. Every bad flood that we have I hold my breath in hoping that the shed hangs on...there's not much in it right now that's worth anything...except for the memories. I wouldn't want to live anywhere else....I am home.

Dripping with Sarcasm

I wasn't sure what to talk about today....until I walked in from work and seen my house. I would like to dedicate this blog to my wonderful family, who out of deference to my well being decided it was best to leave the dishes unwashed and dirty laundry piled up in the bathroom floor.

What would I do without them? Bless their hearts, they worry if I sit down during the day that I am quenching my will to live. They know I hate the rare moments of coffee and a good book with nothing else to do. I'm sure they have little "family meetings" behind my back to discuss the benefits of an older person to keep moving. As we all know ' A rolling stone gathers no moss.'

This particular stone has been rolling so long that it has turned into a small pebble. Sarcasm does not work on my family, so I thought I would try it on here. I'm going to go wash those lovely dishes now and I think I may just dig my dirty laundry out and leave the rest to mate and make more dirty laundry.......

Here I am...

I think I've finally got this blogging thing figured out..some...I'm gonna jump on here in the mornings before work and babble about my life. We'll see how it goes.

Today's topic? Things I have learned so far today..at 8:15 am.

* Teenage daughters are much more compliant and happy about life in general when they are dating someone.
*11 yr. old boys need to be told to take their jackets off for school pictures...they will not do this on their own and will actually PLAN on wearing their jacket in the picture.
*Taking Midol (with caffeine) before bed will help with cramping/bloating but you will be up all night, thus making you very grouchy from lack of sleep vs. menstrual symptoms. Pick your evil.
*A small dog can lay on the couch and snore like a grown man.
*Little girls with naturally curly hair should not use a round bristle brush with no water.....ever.

I hope my friends can actually find my blog; and that they in turn make one of their own for me to follow!

Lazy Kids

Lazy Kids Does anyone else have kids who are physically unable to feed themselves? Is this a problem contained to my family only?? They would rather sit here and starve than get up and fix a bowl of cereal or grab a poptart....I have patiently given "toast making lessons" and oatmeal in the microwave, but the complexity of the task is too much for them to take in. I worry about them as they grow older. I really do. Will they wilt away to nothing as they sit in their apartment waiting on the food fairy? Who is going to pick up their dirty socks and underwear, their used candy wrappers and clabbered milk glasses? I think all the bag ladies and homeless men are just children who moved away from their mothers, and were quickly reduced to wandering the streets in hopes of finding someone to do everything for them. Where have I gone wrong, except to go overboard on the mothering....before my oldest leaves me a scathing comment, yes she will cook for herself, but her room is horrendous...my son is currently sitting in MY bathrobe (because he is too lazy to put clothes on) and playing a video game...he hasn't ate any breakfast, yet when I fix lunch he will look at me and say "but I didn't get any breakfast, how can this be lunch?" and he will be dead serious

My Dog Hamish

HOW CAN A SMALL HOUSE DOG CAREFULLY OPEN 5 PIECES OF DUBBLE BUBBLE BUBBLE GUM WHILE THE REST OF THE HOUSE IS QUIETLY SLEEPING AND CHEW EACH PIECE UNTIL THE FLAVOR IS GONE, THEN SPIT THEM OUT IN VARIOUS PLACES OVER THE HOUSE? ONLY ONE PIECE OF GUM HAD THE WRAPPER LEFT ON IT...I'M GUESSING THIS WAS HIS LAST PIECE AND HIS LITTLE PAWS WERE SOMEWHAT STICKY WHICH PROHIBITED HIS DEXTERITY....THIS IS THE SAME DOG WHO IS WHAT I LIKE TO CALL 'COLON CHALLENGED'; HE HAS AN UNNATURAL FEAR OF POOPING IN THE WIDE OPEN SPACE OF THE FRONT YARD. HE PREFERS THE CONFINEMENT OF OUR HALLWAY, USUALLY ONLY WHEN COMPANY IS HERE. THIS IS THE DOG WHO, WHEN WE TRIED TO FIX HIM UP ON A DATE WITH A BEAUTIFUL SILKY HAIRED DOG NAMED FERGI, BECAME A BLITHERING IDIOT. WE HAD TO BANISH HIM TO THE FRONT PORCH WHILE POOR FERGI SAT ON HER OWNERS LAP SHAKING FROM THE ENCOUNTER. THIS CANINE WHO IS FREQUENTLY DEEMED INCOMPETENT, TURNED INTO EINSTEIN OVERNIGHT AND CAREFULLY (I'M ASSUMING WITH HIS TOENAILS) UNTWISTED AND PEELED THE WRAPPING PAPER FROM SAID BUBBLE GUM...I CAN PICTURE HIM STROLLING AROUND THE HOUSE, CHOMPING AWAY, TAKING A MOMENT TO GAZE IN APPRECIATION AT THE CHRISTMAS TREES, COMING INTO THE BEDROOMS (WHILE BLOWING A BUBBLE) TO MAKE SURE WE WERE ALL SAFELY TUCKED INTO BED. THE FLAVOR RUNS OUT PRETTY QUICK IN THIS GUM SO THAT MUST BE THE REASON FOR HIS OVERINDULGENCE. HE HAS APPARENTLY BEEN STUDYING MY CHILDRENS ACTING ABILITIES WHEN I FIND SOMETHING THAT THEY HAVE DONE AND THEY FEIGN INNOCENCE...HE TROTTED AROUND BEHIND ME IN DISBELIEF AS I FOUND EACH WRAPPER; EACH PIECE OF GUM...HE WAS TOTALLY APPALLED THAT SOMEONE WOULD BE THAT CARELESS AND WASTEFUL. I'M SURE IF HE COULD TALK, HE WOULD HAVE LOOKED AT ME AND SAID , 'THIS BLATANT ABUSE OF THE PRIVILEGE OF CHEWING GUM IS APPALLING! THE CULPRIT NEEDS TO BE FOUND AND GIVEN A STERN LECTURE. I BLAME THE YOUNGEST ONE, I'VE BEEN WATCHING HER AND FRANKLY SHE'S VERY SNEAKY'..........