I knew all along we'd be watching the royal wedding, but I had no idea we would become so fixated on all the details...but it was SO MUCH FUN! Because of it's ability to capture all of my attention, it delayed the posting of this stormy night until today.
I'm now having royal withdrawals. It's painful.
Easter weekend was a success albeit very very fast and even though I usually like to take things in order as they come, I'm skipping Easter for now and addressing the events of April 26, 2011.
It started out as a beautiful day but very blustery as it's been for weeks. The forecast called for thunderstorms and tornado watches but the evening was calm. By 9:00 the lightening was putting on quite the show and the wind was occasionally punching my car as my girls and I sped down the rode to get ice. We made it home safely, tucked the cars in for the night to protect them from any possible hail and by 9:20, even though it wasn't raining, our electricity went out. @*$#. Within 5 seconds of the air going off, I was sweating. As we stumbled around in the dark looking for candles and flashlights, (sidebar: we were not in emergency preparedness mode...no emergency candles or batteries at the ready). We scrounged up 3 candles to light, all with different fragrances which was a really bad idea, and 5 minutes into our "disaster" Owen was calling for playing board games in the dark. It took 2 1/2 seconds for his idea to be shot down which caused him to pick up his cell phone and begin to play Who Wants to be a Millionaire by calling out the questions to the room. Those of us armed with flashlights made finger puppets on the walls and took turns trying to blind people with fresh battery filled hand lighting as we sat in the dark sweating and fighting to be the first to answer questions in order to win our fake million dollars. It was an extremely primitive situation with no fast finger buttons, so as the questions rolled out, the air became tense with competition as the 6 of us would quickly yell out an answer. One memorable question was, "In what war was the battle of Hamburger Hill fought?" Caitlin's answer, "The battle against obesity." Fake million dollars here she comes.....
By now it was 9:45 and the battling candle scents were making people swimmy headed and making me wonder if darkness would be better than succumbing to what started out as a lovely fragrance but had become the most hideous odor. At this point the question game had broken down into anarchy and Emma and Owen were ready for bed, but I was insistent on the 6 of us sticking together until we had a clearer picture of what was actually going to happen. By this time the rain had gone from sprinkling to rain drops to sheets of water pummeling the roof of our house. Monsoon conditions had kicked in.....although I'm not certain what those are......and Emma made a pallet in the hall with some pillows and blankets and as she was declaring she was going to sleep there, Owen chimed in that he'd sleep there as well, and as if he thought this would be a selling point announced he and she could snuggle....and with that statement, the storm inside my house....named Emma......declared to her younger brother....not just no....but....... Well, as Emma was settling into her pallet, the hail began. At that point, because we had no idea what was coming in the dark, we made the decision for the first time in 26 years to take shelter in the hall and bathroom of our house. Emma abandoned her pallet for the bathtub where she was joined by Olivia, as we gathered 6 people, 2 dogs, one cat, 4 purses, and closed the doors to the world. Now, Addy the dog hates Willie the cat and having the 2 confined in an area with a total square footage of 15 feet made for a tense situation. The other tense situation was when John announced to the 2 girls in the tub that he had to go to the bathroom. Emma put the kibosh on that function ASAP.
After 10 minutes of being "gathered together" in the hall/bathroom we decided the "crisis" of hail/tornado was over and redispersed into the den area. By this time, the house was hot, so in order to cool it off a bit, Owen and John opened the carport door and the back door in order to create a cross breeze situation. Well, it worked quite nicely until Caitlin, sitting in the green chair, (about 10 feet from the back door) stated that she "could feel the mist" coming in the house from the driving rain falling. This was not normal rain but crazy rain that was OUT OF CONTROL. Due to the inside moisture issues, the doors were shut and we went back to sweating.
After 2 hours of crazy rain, the water in our backyard was coming closer and closer to the back door, and John and I were getting nervous. We'd seen this same kind of rain a couple other times since we lived here and we were praying for it to stop. Finally, as the water was lapping at the doorstep....and I'm not even kidding....the pouring rain slowed down and eventually stopped. Thank the Lord above. With this respite in the rain, our kids headed for their real beds since Willie was enjoying the pallet in the hall immensely.
Just as the kids were getting comfy in the hot house beds, the bottom fell out of the sky again and crazy rain was falling once more. It's amazing how much rain can fall in such a short period of time, but fall and fall and fall it did. In another hour's time, the waves of water were once again lapping at the back door and once again we prayed for our house not to flood. Just when we were thinking, OK maybe flooding is just gonna happen, the rain stopped.
Thank the Lord for keeping our house dry one more time.
After checking the radar and discovering the worst had passed us by, it was about 1:30 and we were exhausted. John was so stressed it took him 2 extra seconds to fall asleep in the den. I felt so sorry for him, sarcasm intended. I on the other hand slept all of 7 1/2 seconds and by the next morning at about 10:30, the electricity was restored. It was quite a heart stopping night with fear and panic built in just to make it a little more fun. I never again want to see streets that look like swimming pools, but that's not very likely. Here's to hoping it won't be soon.
I'll be posting my photographic evidence of the stormy night, pitch dark photoging is not easy so don't be expecting much.
Coming soon...
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Friday, April 29, 2011
Some royal observations
My girls and I made it from dusk to dawn watching the royal wedding and loving every minute of it. As we were going to bed, Owen's alarm was sounding for him to get up and go to school. Some things are just worth seeing live even if exhaustion is involved.
I'd never fit in as a royal since I have redneck ALL up in my grill and therefore I understand how my invitation got "lost in the mail." As well as considering if I was there, I'd have wanted the queen's seat since it was the best in the house and it's not bloody likely I'd have gotten it. In that case, in my "lesser seat" I'd never have been able to behave for the length of time necessary. Now that I think of it, I'd probably not been able to even if in the queen's seat.
Hats are generally an unnecessary evil. If you have a corkscrew hanging off your head and you call it a hat, chances are somebody lied to your real face and told you it looked great. If so, the person told you this so she could laugh at you behind your back. I could very easily be one of "these people" known to lie in order to laugh. It just makes good sense.
Necessary and unnecessary are other words I can't spell correctly on the first try.
Victoria Beckham is rich enough to purchase a smile for her face. IT'S RIDICULOUS!
I really do think I need a bevy of trumpets to follow me around and announce whenever and wherever I arrive ANYWHERE. It would be a game changer for me.
Now Caitlin wants a royal wedding and feels I wronged her by not being British and giving her the opportunity to marry into the royal family.
And no Caitlin I don't think that when you get married Dale will wear the big long robe and process in like the Archbishop blah blah blah and speak in a fake British accent in order to make you believe you are being married britishly.
And no I don't believe we can recreate the royal wedding in Louisiana.
Not that I want to be royal, but I can't imagine what it'd be like for my Granny to be the queen of England and my Granny's house to be Buckingham Palace. DEFINITE GAME CHANGER.
I think I'd rather be a princess of something something rather than a duchess of whosy whatsis, but I'm still trying to decide.
I'm VERY punchy since I slept for about 3 hours and I'm so freaking tired I can't believe myself.
I have no personal photos to share since I wasn't personally there.
Even though we were watching the spectacle in multi houses and cities, the emails were flying throughout the night. As soon as I can wrap my tired brain around all that, I'll be posting the email discussion.
I wonder if the GAP kids would consider taking a nap from 3 to 5 today?
Keeping my fingers crossed!
I'd never fit in as a royal since I have redneck ALL up in my grill and therefore I understand how my invitation got "lost in the mail." As well as considering if I was there, I'd have wanted the queen's seat since it was the best in the house and it's not bloody likely I'd have gotten it. In that case, in my "lesser seat" I'd never have been able to behave for the length of time necessary. Now that I think of it, I'd probably not been able to even if in the queen's seat.
Hats are generally an unnecessary evil. If you have a corkscrew hanging off your head and you call it a hat, chances are somebody lied to your real face and told you it looked great. If so, the person told you this so she could laugh at you behind your back. I could very easily be one of "these people" known to lie in order to laugh. It just makes good sense.
Necessary and unnecessary are other words I can't spell correctly on the first try.
Victoria Beckham is rich enough to purchase a smile for her face. IT'S RIDICULOUS!
I really do think I need a bevy of trumpets to follow me around and announce whenever and wherever I arrive ANYWHERE. It would be a game changer for me.
Now Caitlin wants a royal wedding and feels I wronged her by not being British and giving her the opportunity to marry into the royal family.
And no Caitlin I don't think that when you get married Dale will wear the big long robe and process in like the Archbishop blah blah blah and speak in a fake British accent in order to make you believe you are being married britishly.
And no I don't believe we can recreate the royal wedding in Louisiana.
Not that I want to be royal, but I can't imagine what it'd be like for my Granny to be the queen of England and my Granny's house to be Buckingham Palace. DEFINITE GAME CHANGER.
I think I'd rather be a princess of something something rather than a duchess of whosy whatsis, but I'm still trying to decide.
I'm VERY punchy since I slept for about 3 hours and I'm so freaking tired I can't believe myself.
I have no personal photos to share since I wasn't personally there.
Even though we were watching the spectacle in multi houses and cities, the emails were flying throughout the night. As soon as I can wrap my tired brain around all that, I'll be posting the email discussion.
I wonder if the GAP kids would consider taking a nap from 3 to 5 today?
Keeping my fingers crossed!
Royal watching
Watching the royal wedding!
The girls and I are exhausted but very excited!
Boys are such fuddy duddies!!
The dress is close to being seen!
So excited!
The girls and I are exhausted but very excited!
Boys are such fuddy duddies!!
The dress is close to being seen!
So excited!
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
A few incidentals
Apparently I'm still spelling ya'll wrong. When I tried to spell it ya'll it told me to spell it y'all. That just annoys me. Leave me alone spell check! I will spell certain words the way I want too! But now every time I look at yal I silently say Yale. It's all messed up in my head now.
Also I recently misspelled the word exciting in a sentence and instead spelled exiting. Now every time I see the word exciting I silently say exiting. I'm all jacked up.
Spelling is HUGELY important when writing. It's a lot of pressure.
Also when I told the kids at Gap yesterday we were gonna watch Despicable Me, three year old William, who's edibly adorable said, "Pickles da me!!" It was fantastic and I'll never forget it.
It's another blustery day here in town. My hair's gonna hurt by nightfall.
Also I recently misspelled the word exciting in a sentence and instead spelled exiting. Now every time I see the word exciting I silently say exiting. I'm all jacked up.
Spelling is HUGELY important when writing. It's a lot of pressure.
Also when I told the kids at Gap yesterday we were gonna watch Despicable Me, three year old William, who's edibly adorable said, "Pickles da me!!" It was fantastic and I'll never forget it.
It's another blustery day here in town. My hair's gonna hurt by nightfall.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Are ya'll ready for this
It's been a busy week so far and Easter break officially begins tomorrow after the end of classes. I have many happy children in my house because of that fact. Baseball ended Monday night in Choudrant. John and I had to come to the game late and after we got there, Owen told us he almost hit his first homer, and although I'd love for him to hit one, I might not have recovered if I'd missed it. Even though Owen's baseball team ended their season on Monday, last night I had to work the concession stand during a varsity game and let me just say, I'm so OVER any form of restaurant style working. I'll not be opening any food services of any kind except maybe to pass out suckers to people. I could tell many stories about the time spent in the concession stand and the things I saw people do and say, but it would be bad manners. I will say it never ceases to amaze me what people will tell you about themselves even when they haven't seen you in years or barely know you. And with that being said, I'll leave that subject alone.
An interesting fact about Owen's team is there's a kid whose last name's Barefoot (I wish Whitney would hook up with the love of her life whose name just happened to be something with the word foot in it) but anyway the people that root for the team during the game always call him foot. It goes exactly like this, "Come on foot." Well as if that wasn't weird enough, we have another kid whose last name is Head. I'm not making this up. SO, last night as I was texting Olivia play by play of the game, these words were actually true, "Foot's up, Head's in the hole." MADE MY NIGHT. Crack myself up.
This is how the texting went down.
Olivia: What time do yal think you'll be home?
Lisa: We are in the top of the second, gonna play 5. 8:30 maybe?
Olivia: Hmm OK.
Lisa: Why? You need to write fast? (This was in reference to a paper she was supposed to have completed writing before I got home so we could go over it together.) (Olivia's a procrastinator about writing papers which she knows makes me crazy!)
Olivia: Ha ha noooooo
Lisa: Umm hmm
A little later
Olivia: What's yal's status?
Lisa: Choudrant just went ahead by one and we are batting for the last time. If we don't score, it's over.
Lisa: Ginger just got a single. (This is referring to one of Owen's friends on the team who's a red head. The boy's not offended by the nickname.)
Lisa: Foot's up
Olivia: That's a bummer though.
Lisa: Heads in the hole
Olivia: Interesting names.
Lisa: Heads not really up. It just sounded good.
Lisa: 2 on but no runners on the corners.
Olivia: Ha ha yeah head's in the hole is funny. Ha ha runners on the corners would help them out.
Lisa: 3 on base. No outs. And I have better phone service here than in town.
Olivia: That's interesting.
Lisa: The other team knows they're in a pickle so they're making a pitching change.
Lisa: Bases loaded.
Olivia: Right move.
Lisa: But I'm rooting for the other team.
Lisa: Batter up.
Olivia: Ha ha yeah.
Lisa: Ball one
Lisa: Foul tip behind the catcher.
Olivia: Whose the batter?
Lisa: Terrible strike called. Boy needed a ladder.
Lisa: Foul ball caught for the first out. Short kid's up to bat.
Olivia: Hmmm
Lisa: (I told her his name but I'm not gonna say here.)
Olivia: Never heard of him.
Lisa: Another short kid up to bat. Hit it behind short, scored one.
Lisa: One out at home. Now 2 out.
Olivia: Ha ha ha. This must be exciting.
Lisa: Wiggins is up to bat. 2 strikes.
Lisa: Wiggins is battling.
Olivia: Ha ha ha
Lisa: I'm rooting for him. ( This is silent rooting. I don't yell, but do give the occasional clap.)
Olivia: Wiggins?
Lisa: Yep. Frick, it's tied, they bat.
Olivia: Ha bummer.
Lisa: total
Lisa: But when the last out was made, Head WAS in the hole.
(Our team was now in the field)
Lisa: first out at first. People are rooting for Foot.
Lisa: Come on Foot.
Olivia: Is he pitching?
Olivia: I'd call him footy.
Lisa Yes he's pitching and I'd call him jammy. Winning run's on 2nd.
Olivia: Hahahaha jammu
Olivia: Ha jammu
Olivia: Jammy! Dang phone!
Lisa: two outs.
Lisa Ball and a strike on the hitter.
Lisa: Crowd's getting surly. Third freaking out at first. We are still playing.
Lisa: Crazy lady's calling for the boys to swing some bats and make some contact.
Olivia: Ha ha it's a marathon. Ha ha geez has she been crazy all night?
Lisa: Not so much. But getting so now! Head's up!!! Ha ha ha.
Olivia: Hahahahahaha
Lisa: 3 and 1 on Head.
Olivia: It's like they play faster when I'm not there.
Lisa: It doesn't feel like it here. Two out.
Insert comment: One of our big hitters came up to bat. (I'll refrain from using his name but he's good and a little cocky and I didnt' want him to be the hero.)
Olivia: Anyone on?
Lisa: Crowd's getting really surly. No one on. 2 strikes on name withheld.
Lisa: **** he just hit a home run.
Olivia: No. Way.
Lisa Way!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Olivia: That's crazy. I bet crazy lady loved that.
Lisa: Umm hmm she did. I did not. I didn't want him to be the hero.
Olivia: Well now it'll make him more cocky.
Lisa: yep and he's already got 8 corn cobs stuck somewhere.
Olivia: Hahahahahahhahahahahaha That's why he runs so funny.
Lisa: Absofruitly. (There are real identical twins on the team, I refer to them as the G twins) G twin on 3rd, a short kid's on first, Ginger's batting. (This was an obvious runners on the corners situation but I overlooked it!!) Freak.
Lisa: Just scored the G twin. Foots at bat. Oh yes there are runners on the corners. Finally.
Olivia: So what's the score?
Olivia: Ha ha so it's not over?
Lisa: 9-5 and now crazy lady's singing here we go tigers, here we go.
Lisa: Choudrant gets to bat.
Olivia: Oh she's so crazy.
Lisa: We've just about batted around with 2 out.
Olivia: Choudrant's unraveled.
Lisa: End the inning 10-5 this freak show I'm attached too.
Lisa: She just sang, I like it like it.
Olivia: Are you going to get a milkshake? (This is in reference to an email where I said because of the ball game status, I deserved a chocolate shake.)
Lisa: I feel I deserve it.
Olivia: Hahahaha! She's soooo crazy!
Lisa: 2 out. We are gonna win.
Lisa: Good solid hit to center. 10-7
Lisa: 2 strikes. 2 outs.
Olivia: Ha bummer
Lisa: Uh oh our pitcher just hit the batter and they have runners on the corners again. Crazy lady wants the tigers on their toes making the play.
Olivia: Ha ha ha runners on the corners.
Lisa: Game over. We won.
I'm sure anyone reading that felt it was riveting. But it's still my blog so I get to decide. But I'm exhausted from transcribing.
Moving on, there are at least four 3-year old kids at Gap I could bring home to live with me. They are yummy and fun and I miss a 3 year old perspective on life. It's all about snack and when is my parent coming to get me....very simple and direct. So let me tell you what I did yesterday for the 3 year olds. I've been chewing gum on the way to Gap so I could blow bubbles for them and they have LOVED it. Well, yesterday I got a little overzealous with "bubble size" and found my whole face covered in a popped bubble. I even got it in my eye. I'm talking the bubble was HUGE. It amused the kids, but I had to deal with left over gum in my eyelash for the rest of the afternoon. UGH. Today, I DID NOT take the big gum to school for bubble time, but instead I used fresh breath gum. Now, I may be getting too technical, but fresh breath gum just isn't very bubble worthy, so if you're thinking of trying to impress any 3 year olds with your bubble blowing prowess yourself, get some that's capable of covering the face. That's a technical term for bubble gum chewing. I just made it up. But boy does a big bubble impress 3 year olds.
I love to ask 3 year olds questions like what time did you get up today. One kid said, "Thirteen." Awesome answer.
We're still waiting on the scores for Owen's state wide Science test he took last Saturday. Here's hoping he came in first, but he doesn't think he did. He had fun and there's always next year so we'll see. He also made straight A's again for the 3rd 9 weeks. I'm so happy for him and proud that he cares about his school work.
Here's a final wrap up of my current thoughts:
I have no plans to rejoin the working in a restaurant life.
I can never spell restaurant correctly on the first try.
I've rediscovered Charlie's Angels on TV. It's awesomely bad and I love it.
I love really really bad TV.
It occurs to me that I've been spelling the word ya'll wrong and now it's in my blog thousands of times and I'm not going back to fix it.
Olivia's birthday is on Mother's Day this year. She's a pretty great gift to me.
Going to get my hair cut.
Don't know what's for supper and that always spells trouble.
My first rainy day at Gap being the one in charge.
Rosie always goes into the bathroom to lay beside the commode in stormy weather.
She might be a weather dog.
My yard is covered in rain water.
My toes are painted pink.
That about covers all the important things in my life at the moment.
Off to the beauty parlor!
An interesting fact about Owen's team is there's a kid whose last name's Barefoot (I wish Whitney would hook up with the love of her life whose name just happened to be something with the word foot in it) but anyway the people that root for the team during the game always call him foot. It goes exactly like this, "Come on foot." Well as if that wasn't weird enough, we have another kid whose last name is Head. I'm not making this up. SO, last night as I was texting Olivia play by play of the game, these words were actually true, "Foot's up, Head's in the hole." MADE MY NIGHT. Crack myself up.
This is how the texting went down.
Olivia: What time do yal think you'll be home?
Lisa: We are in the top of the second, gonna play 5. 8:30 maybe?
Olivia: Hmm OK.
Lisa: Why? You need to write fast? (This was in reference to a paper she was supposed to have completed writing before I got home so we could go over it together.) (Olivia's a procrastinator about writing papers which she knows makes me crazy!)
Olivia: Ha ha noooooo
Lisa: Umm hmm
A little later
Olivia: What's yal's status?
Lisa: Choudrant just went ahead by one and we are batting for the last time. If we don't score, it's over.
Lisa: Ginger just got a single. (This is referring to one of Owen's friends on the team who's a red head. The boy's not offended by the nickname.)
Lisa: Foot's up
Olivia: That's a bummer though.
Lisa: Heads in the hole
Olivia: Interesting names.
Lisa: Heads not really up. It just sounded good.
Lisa: 2 on but no runners on the corners.
Olivia: Ha ha yeah head's in the hole is funny. Ha ha runners on the corners would help them out.
Lisa: 3 on base. No outs. And I have better phone service here than in town.
Olivia: That's interesting.
Lisa: The other team knows they're in a pickle so they're making a pitching change.
Lisa: Bases loaded.
Olivia: Right move.
Lisa: But I'm rooting for the other team.
Lisa: Batter up.
Olivia: Ha ha yeah.
Lisa: Ball one
Lisa: Foul tip behind the catcher.
Olivia: Whose the batter?
Lisa: Terrible strike called. Boy needed a ladder.
Lisa: Foul ball caught for the first out. Short kid's up to bat.
Olivia: Hmmm
Lisa: (I told her his name but I'm not gonna say here.)
Olivia: Never heard of him.
Lisa: Another short kid up to bat. Hit it behind short, scored one.
Lisa: One out at home. Now 2 out.
Olivia: Ha ha ha. This must be exciting.
Lisa: Wiggins is up to bat. 2 strikes.
Lisa: Wiggins is battling.
Olivia: Ha ha ha
Lisa: I'm rooting for him. ( This is silent rooting. I don't yell, but do give the occasional clap.)
Olivia: Wiggins?
Lisa: Yep. Frick, it's tied, they bat.
Olivia: Ha bummer.
Lisa: total
Lisa: But when the last out was made, Head WAS in the hole.
(Our team was now in the field)
Lisa: first out at first. People are rooting for Foot.
Lisa: Come on Foot.
Olivia: Is he pitching?
Olivia: I'd call him footy.
Lisa Yes he's pitching and I'd call him jammy. Winning run's on 2nd.
Olivia: Hahahaha jammu
Olivia: Ha jammu
Olivia: Jammy! Dang phone!
Lisa: two outs.
Lisa Ball and a strike on the hitter.
Lisa: Crowd's getting surly. Third freaking out at first. We are still playing.
Lisa: Crazy lady's calling for the boys to swing some bats and make some contact.
Olivia: Ha ha it's a marathon. Ha ha geez has she been crazy all night?
Lisa: Not so much. But getting so now! Head's up!!! Ha ha ha.
Olivia: Hahahahahaha
Lisa: 3 and 1 on Head.
Olivia: It's like they play faster when I'm not there.
Lisa: It doesn't feel like it here. Two out.
Insert comment: One of our big hitters came up to bat. (I'll refrain from using his name but he's good and a little cocky and I didnt' want him to be the hero.)
Olivia: Anyone on?
Lisa: Crowd's getting really surly. No one on. 2 strikes on name withheld.
Lisa: **** he just hit a home run.
Olivia: No. Way.
Lisa Way!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Olivia: That's crazy. I bet crazy lady loved that.
Lisa: Umm hmm she did. I did not. I didn't want him to be the hero.
Olivia: Well now it'll make him more cocky.
Lisa: yep and he's already got 8 corn cobs stuck somewhere.
Olivia: Hahahahahahhahahahahaha That's why he runs so funny.
Lisa: Absofruitly. (There are real identical twins on the team, I refer to them as the G twins) G twin on 3rd, a short kid's on first, Ginger's batting. (This was an obvious runners on the corners situation but I overlooked it!!) Freak.
Lisa: Just scored the G twin. Foots at bat. Oh yes there are runners on the corners. Finally.
Olivia: So what's the score?
Olivia: Ha ha so it's not over?
Lisa: 9-5 and now crazy lady's singing here we go tigers, here we go.
Lisa: Choudrant gets to bat.
Olivia: Oh she's so crazy.
Lisa: We've just about batted around with 2 out.
Olivia: Choudrant's unraveled.
Lisa: End the inning 10-5 this freak show I'm attached too.
Lisa: She just sang, I like it like it.
Olivia: Are you going to get a milkshake? (This is in reference to an email where I said because of the ball game status, I deserved a chocolate shake.)
Lisa: I feel I deserve it.
Olivia: Hahahaha! She's soooo crazy!
Lisa: 2 out. We are gonna win.
Lisa: Good solid hit to center. 10-7
Lisa: 2 strikes. 2 outs.
Olivia: Ha bummer
Lisa: Uh oh our pitcher just hit the batter and they have runners on the corners again. Crazy lady wants the tigers on their toes making the play.
Olivia: Ha ha ha runners on the corners.
Lisa: Game over. We won.
I'm sure anyone reading that felt it was riveting. But it's still my blog so I get to decide. But I'm exhausted from transcribing.
Moving on, there are at least four 3-year old kids at Gap I could bring home to live with me. They are yummy and fun and I miss a 3 year old perspective on life. It's all about snack and when is my parent coming to get me....very simple and direct. So let me tell you what I did yesterday for the 3 year olds. I've been chewing gum on the way to Gap so I could blow bubbles for them and they have LOVED it. Well, yesterday I got a little overzealous with "bubble size" and found my whole face covered in a popped bubble. I even got it in my eye. I'm talking the bubble was HUGE. It amused the kids, but I had to deal with left over gum in my eyelash for the rest of the afternoon. UGH. Today, I DID NOT take the big gum to school for bubble time, but instead I used fresh breath gum. Now, I may be getting too technical, but fresh breath gum just isn't very bubble worthy, so if you're thinking of trying to impress any 3 year olds with your bubble blowing prowess yourself, get some that's capable of covering the face. That's a technical term for bubble gum chewing. I just made it up. But boy does a big bubble impress 3 year olds.
I love to ask 3 year olds questions like what time did you get up today. One kid said, "Thirteen." Awesome answer.
We're still waiting on the scores for Owen's state wide Science test he took last Saturday. Here's hoping he came in first, but he doesn't think he did. He had fun and there's always next year so we'll see. He also made straight A's again for the 3rd 9 weeks. I'm so happy for him and proud that he cares about his school work.
Here's a final wrap up of my current thoughts:
I have no plans to rejoin the working in a restaurant life.
I can never spell restaurant correctly on the first try.
I've rediscovered Charlie's Angels on TV. It's awesomely bad and I love it.
I love really really bad TV.
It occurs to me that I've been spelling the word ya'll wrong and now it's in my blog thousands of times and I'm not going back to fix it.
Olivia's birthday is on Mother's Day this year. She's a pretty great gift to me.
Going to get my hair cut.
Don't know what's for supper and that always spells trouble.
My first rainy day at Gap being the one in charge.
Rosie always goes into the bathroom to lay beside the commode in stormy weather.
She might be a weather dog.
My yard is covered in rain water.
My toes are painted pink.
That about covers all the important things in my life at the moment.
Off to the beauty parlor!
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Went to visit Clydesdales last week. They are huge and friendly.
Been very disappointed by many different things this week. Don't understand life. Probably never will.
Yesterday we had a work day at church and as Whitney was digging in the dirt, I heard her say, "Oh, hello little worm!"
Once again today, because I can't bend over to pick up the piece of candy I dropped on the floor without screech worthy pain, I'm reminding myself I hate manual labor. It's no good.
Owen's back home after a bus trip to Baton Rouge for his literary rally test at LSU. Don't know the how or the when of the results, but it's a first for any of my kids to be sent off on a bus out of town and spend the night with people I don't know.
If I could be anywhere this very minute, it'd be Corsicana. No better place on earth.
Can't believe Owen's first year in high school is already coming to a close. GADZOOKS! Time and age are creeping up on me and no matter how many times I try to hide, it still finds me.
At the end of May the status of my kids will be: Caitlin, college graduate and looking for a job. Emma, college junior. Olivia, college sophomore. Owen, high school sophomore. Unbefreaking.
Word search update: 62 at present. People this project is so difficult I just can't tell you. We have one month to find 38 more. It's gonna be close.
I can find more mundane useless things to do than any other person I've ever met. It's an art form.
I wore my reading glasses tucked in my shirt collar yesterday while at the work day at church. It's so important to have close up reading glasses for gardening. Anyway, of course I never needed them and of course they fell off somewhere and of course I didn't realize it until I got home. So I went back and looked and of course I couldn't fine them. I came back home but was so disturbed about losing my $3 glasses, John offered to go back and help me look. Well, I'd just about given up as I was walking by the last place I'd been working, and as I looked down at some leaves, I could see the sun reflecting off the tiniest piece of lens that was peeking out from under its hiding place. Glasses were recovered courtesy of God's divine placement of the sun while I was looking.
Earlier in the week I purposefully chewed 3 pieces of bubble gum on my way to work at Gap to impress four three year olds with blowing bubbles. It worked brilliantly as long as I was able to dodge tiny fingers from popping said gum bubbles.
A little girl was running over to tattle the other day at Gap and before she'd made it the whole way I said, "If you're coming to tattle another tale then just turn around and go right back from where you came." She paused, looking dejected, then ran away.
I seriously need a notebook to remind myself of funny things seen and said during each week because I can never remember any of them.
Sigh....
Birds are a chirping outside.
It's nap time inside.....
Been very disappointed by many different things this week. Don't understand life. Probably never will.
Yesterday we had a work day at church and as Whitney was digging in the dirt, I heard her say, "Oh, hello little worm!"
Once again today, because I can't bend over to pick up the piece of candy I dropped on the floor without screech worthy pain, I'm reminding myself I hate manual labor. It's no good.
Owen's back home after a bus trip to Baton Rouge for his literary rally test at LSU. Don't know the how or the when of the results, but it's a first for any of my kids to be sent off on a bus out of town and spend the night with people I don't know.
If I could be anywhere this very minute, it'd be Corsicana. No better place on earth.
Can't believe Owen's first year in high school is already coming to a close. GADZOOKS! Time and age are creeping up on me and no matter how many times I try to hide, it still finds me.
At the end of May the status of my kids will be: Caitlin, college graduate and looking for a job. Emma, college junior. Olivia, college sophomore. Owen, high school sophomore. Unbefreaking.
Word search update: 62 at present. People this project is so difficult I just can't tell you. We have one month to find 38 more. It's gonna be close.
I can find more mundane useless things to do than any other person I've ever met. It's an art form.
I wore my reading glasses tucked in my shirt collar yesterday while at the work day at church. It's so important to have close up reading glasses for gardening. Anyway, of course I never needed them and of course they fell off somewhere and of course I didn't realize it until I got home. So I went back and looked and of course I couldn't fine them. I came back home but was so disturbed about losing my $3 glasses, John offered to go back and help me look. Well, I'd just about given up as I was walking by the last place I'd been working, and as I looked down at some leaves, I could see the sun reflecting off the tiniest piece of lens that was peeking out from under its hiding place. Glasses were recovered courtesy of God's divine placement of the sun while I was looking.
Earlier in the week I purposefully chewed 3 pieces of bubble gum on my way to work at Gap to impress four three year olds with blowing bubbles. It worked brilliantly as long as I was able to dodge tiny fingers from popping said gum bubbles.
A little girl was running over to tattle the other day at Gap and before she'd made it the whole way I said, "If you're coming to tattle another tale then just turn around and go right back from where you came." She paused, looking dejected, then ran away.
I seriously need a notebook to remind myself of funny things seen and said during each week because I can never remember any of them.
Sigh....
Birds are a chirping outside.
It's nap time inside.....
Friday, April 15, 2011
A terrible story
Remember the silly story I told about meeting Melanie and Judy for lunch 2 weeks ago and we were wearing the same shirt and the girl in the restaurant pointed it out? That day happened to be April Fool's day and she was saying that I shouldn't go home and change but instead we could make it an April Fool's joke and I told her I hated to bust her bubble but that just wasn't going to happen. She laughed and said it would be great. She was young and cute and bubbly. She ran the shop with her dad and they seemed to be having a great time. She was getting married tomorrow.
She'd had some health problems but was doing well, but then something went terribly wrong and she died yesterday. So instead of a rehearsal supper, they'll be having a visitation, and instead of a glorious wedding day full of happiness and joy, they'll have a funeral for the bride. I don't even know these people and yet my heart is so grieved for them. I can't imagine the bone crushing heart stopping pain they must be feeling. I've said what feels like an inadequate prayer for all of them and hope they'll get to the other side of this horror and somehow eventually live a happy life. Please remember them in your prayers.
God somehow please heal their hearts.
She'd had some health problems but was doing well, but then something went terribly wrong and she died yesterday. So instead of a rehearsal supper, they'll be having a visitation, and instead of a glorious wedding day full of happiness and joy, they'll have a funeral for the bride. I don't even know these people and yet my heart is so grieved for them. I can't imagine the bone crushing heart stopping pain they must be feeling. I've said what feels like an inadequate prayer for all of them and hope they'll get to the other side of this horror and somehow eventually live a happy life. Please remember them in your prayers.
God somehow please heal their hearts.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
These are blooming
And I'm not there to see them. It makes me swimmy headed when I think about missing a whole year of bluebonnets. It makes me want to say double ugh.
These are last year's offering.
I wish I were in Corsicana.
These are last year's offering.
I wish I were in Corsicana.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Papa has a rolling stone...
Last week was a week like no other, and I hope I never have one like it again. I know John feels even more strongly about that than I do. A week ago Saturday began like every other Saturday in the world. Pancakes had to be cooked or Owen couldn't function...Saturday morning turned into Saturday afternoon and John went to the Toxicology crawfish boil at ULM. When he got home, he'd eaten many crawfish and I was glad I hadn't. The evening was uneventful and then it was bedtime and when I woke up Sunday morning, I found that John had had a terrible night with little sleep and much pain. His immediate diagnosis of himself was he'd eaten a bad crawfish, but the pain was in his back, which didn't make sense if he had food poisoning. So, he stayed home from church looking for a way to relieve his pain, and I went to church to pray for his eternal soul. As the hours of Sunday ticked away, his situation didn't improve.
There are specific parts of this story left out to protect John's privacy as well as not make people sick, so I'll just say that early Monday morning he got some relief and felt good enough to go to work. But by Monday night he was feeling terrible again with severe pain in his back. We both knew we were way past food poisoning, but the things it might have been seemed scary. I'll just say the word obstruction is never good when using it in reference to your own body.
By Tuesday he felt so bad he could barely function with the pain rising up in him regularly and as it came, his face would turn red and he tried to hang on til it passed. He'd made a doctor's appointment for Wednesday, but when I got home at 5:00 Tuesday, he was walking the back yard, holding his back and in excruciating pain. He said he didn't think it was possible for him to wait til the next day to make it to the doctor's appointment. The pain was unbearable and in an instant, we made the dreaded decision to go to the emergency room.
I told the kids, and the two of us left for the hospital and while on our way, I called my prayer people. This was only the second trip to the emergency room in 26 years of marriage, and I was pretty nervous. As I was talking to Dale on the way to the hospital, I noticed the time was 5:15, and shortly after we walked into the ER. In my opinion, which I hold very dear, the ER is not a good place to find yourself when you're sick, and this night seemed to give much credence to that argument. As the two of us sat there together, he tried to keep from screaming out in pain as we waited with other people and their ailments. There was a young softball player with an arm injury, she later left with a cast, there were screaming babies, and one moaning guy sitting nearby. If we'd been thinking clearly, we'd have come in hazmat suits because that place was like one huge petri dish full of germs looking for people to jump on. After about 45 minutes we were put into a "fast track" room. Sidebar:a fast track room is something hospital big wigs sit around and brain storm about rather than trying to fix any of the real problems that make ER's move slower than any entity on earth. It's a term meant to fool patients into thinking they will move through the system quickly. That is one big fat lie. But if they mean by fast track that you actually wait quicker, then they nailed it. Now, as a rule in life, I start out not being good at waiting at anything, so putting me in a place where time actually stands still is just not good for my attitude. Also, before I get lots of, "oh we know you don't like to wait comments," tell me just one person that anyone knows that says, "I have to wait 6 hours?" AWESOME!!
Well, as we sat there waiting quickly, the nurse who brought us to the room informed us the physician's assistant, Mary Kate, would be in soon. As she closed the door behind her, I became frightened. Mary Kate!? Hello!? Where were the grownups? Was that a joke they tell people when they put them in the fast track room? How could they let a 4 year old treat patients? Well, because John WAS NOT in a talkative mood, I couldn't discuss this development with him, AND he seemed completely unaffected by the fact he was about to be treated by an Olsen twin. Finally Mary Kate, who was as adorable as her name, came to discuss John's symptoms and to order an x-ray. I was completely disturbed by the fact she was probably in kindergarten when we got married, but she talked with big words and seemed kind and efficient.
By this time, Emma, Dale, Lydia, Mollie and Melanie were in the waiting room. I later found out the females in the group were "triaging" people as they walked into the ER, assessing people's diseases and illnesses. While the ladies were working their "nursing skills," Dale came into the fast track room with John and I, and as the nurse was leaving he said to her, "I'm gonna pray for him then I'll get out of your way." As she was closing the door, she said, "Pray for me too!" So he did and as the three of us were in the room together, John was overwhelmed with pain and it was scaring the crap out of me. I had no idea what was wrong and was unable to think clearly at all. Well, as Dale and I stood there helplessly watching John grab his back writhing in pain, Dale mouthed to me, "kidney stone" and immediately I could feel my fear go away. I knew he was right. And even though it didn't help John's pain at all, I felt a peace come over me and I was able to breath. At least another hour had passed after they took the x-ray when they came to take him for a cat scan. If only they'd asked Dale. Then much later...remember fast track....Mary Kate put down her punch pack, took off her bib and confirmed what Dale had already told me, indeed John had a kidney stone.
After the diagnosis, but not soon enough, the nurse gave John some pain meds that barely took the edge off, and the night wore on and we waited. By now it was after 9:00 and Melanie had taken over for Dale, and the two of us watched John and waited for the final decision as to what was going to happen. Finally a real grown up doctor came in and reconfirmed that John had a 3 mm stone that would eventually pass on it's own and gave him some major real life pain meds which caused John to drift off into la la land in mid sentence. As he slept and we were getting punchy, Melanie discovered this odd machine in the hall just outside his room that had a bank teller tube in it. However, there was a homemade sign that said never were you to put poop or pee in the bank teller tube. Hospitals are the strangest places on earth, and yes, I would agree, it's NEVER a good idea to put poop or pee in a tube and send it off to parts unknown.
By this time it was 10:15 (we'd been there 5 hours) and I was getting punchier and somewhat peeved after we'd waited an hour for an IV and just about the time I told Melanie I was about to go all "Big Frank" on someone's *** we got the doctor's attention (not Mary Kate's because it was past her bedtime) and blah blah blah after more waiting and an IV and 7 1/2 hours on the fast track, we were released to go home with pain med prescriptions.
Now it's almost a week later and thank God John's pain has subsided tremendously, although the stone hasn't presented itself. So he's basically a science experiment in waiting. He still has occasional pain that's not as bad as it was last week and he's formulating a plan to never have this happen again and in the meantime, Dale's getting his papers ready to enter med school in the fall. OK, that's not really true, but he did diagnose the problem much earlier than any medical professional. I NEVER thought about a kidney stone EVER. Never ever.
But all kidding aside, it was truly a scary experience to watch all this happening and to see John in so much pain. I'm glad my hubby's home with me and not in a hospital bed somewhere unsure of what happens next.
And one last thing, isn't it amazing that something so small can be in your body and your body is all like, "Woah! This thing must exit the building NOW!" It's just amazing to me how God put all the stuff in a pot and out came all these body functions and when one small thing gets out of kilter, an all stop bulletin goes out to all the other body parts. It amazes me indeed.
Here's praying for a good and unpainful ending to this story....hoping and hoping and hoping....
I'll keep you posted.
There are specific parts of this story left out to protect John's privacy as well as not make people sick, so I'll just say that early Monday morning he got some relief and felt good enough to go to work. But by Monday night he was feeling terrible again with severe pain in his back. We both knew we were way past food poisoning, but the things it might have been seemed scary. I'll just say the word obstruction is never good when using it in reference to your own body.
By Tuesday he felt so bad he could barely function with the pain rising up in him regularly and as it came, his face would turn red and he tried to hang on til it passed. He'd made a doctor's appointment for Wednesday, but when I got home at 5:00 Tuesday, he was walking the back yard, holding his back and in excruciating pain. He said he didn't think it was possible for him to wait til the next day to make it to the doctor's appointment. The pain was unbearable and in an instant, we made the dreaded decision to go to the emergency room.
I told the kids, and the two of us left for the hospital and while on our way, I called my prayer people. This was only the second trip to the emergency room in 26 years of marriage, and I was pretty nervous. As I was talking to Dale on the way to the hospital, I noticed the time was 5:15, and shortly after we walked into the ER. In my opinion, which I hold very dear, the ER is not a good place to find yourself when you're sick, and this night seemed to give much credence to that argument. As the two of us sat there together, he tried to keep from screaming out in pain as we waited with other people and their ailments. There was a young softball player with an arm injury, she later left with a cast, there were screaming babies, and one moaning guy sitting nearby. If we'd been thinking clearly, we'd have come in hazmat suits because that place was like one huge petri dish full of germs looking for people to jump on. After about 45 minutes we were put into a "fast track" room. Sidebar:a fast track room is something hospital big wigs sit around and brain storm about rather than trying to fix any of the real problems that make ER's move slower than any entity on earth. It's a term meant to fool patients into thinking they will move through the system quickly. That is one big fat lie. But if they mean by fast track that you actually wait quicker, then they nailed it. Now, as a rule in life, I start out not being good at waiting at anything, so putting me in a place where time actually stands still is just not good for my attitude. Also, before I get lots of, "oh we know you don't like to wait comments," tell me just one person that anyone knows that says, "I have to wait 6 hours?" AWESOME!!
Well, as we sat there waiting quickly, the nurse who brought us to the room informed us the physician's assistant, Mary Kate, would be in soon. As she closed the door behind her, I became frightened. Mary Kate!? Hello!? Where were the grownups? Was that a joke they tell people when they put them in the fast track room? How could they let a 4 year old treat patients? Well, because John WAS NOT in a talkative mood, I couldn't discuss this development with him, AND he seemed completely unaffected by the fact he was about to be treated by an Olsen twin. Finally Mary Kate, who was as adorable as her name, came to discuss John's symptoms and to order an x-ray. I was completely disturbed by the fact she was probably in kindergarten when we got married, but she talked with big words and seemed kind and efficient.
By this time, Emma, Dale, Lydia, Mollie and Melanie were in the waiting room. I later found out the females in the group were "triaging" people as they walked into the ER, assessing people's diseases and illnesses. While the ladies were working their "nursing skills," Dale came into the fast track room with John and I, and as the nurse was leaving he said to her, "I'm gonna pray for him then I'll get out of your way." As she was closing the door, she said, "Pray for me too!" So he did and as the three of us were in the room together, John was overwhelmed with pain and it was scaring the crap out of me. I had no idea what was wrong and was unable to think clearly at all. Well, as Dale and I stood there helplessly watching John grab his back writhing in pain, Dale mouthed to me, "kidney stone" and immediately I could feel my fear go away. I knew he was right. And even though it didn't help John's pain at all, I felt a peace come over me and I was able to breath. At least another hour had passed after they took the x-ray when they came to take him for a cat scan. If only they'd asked Dale. Then much later...remember fast track....Mary Kate put down her punch pack, took off her bib and confirmed what Dale had already told me, indeed John had a kidney stone.
After the diagnosis, but not soon enough, the nurse gave John some pain meds that barely took the edge off, and the night wore on and we waited. By now it was after 9:00 and Melanie had taken over for Dale, and the two of us watched John and waited for the final decision as to what was going to happen. Finally a real grown up doctor came in and reconfirmed that John had a 3 mm stone that would eventually pass on it's own and gave him some major real life pain meds which caused John to drift off into la la land in mid sentence. As he slept and we were getting punchy, Melanie discovered this odd machine in the hall just outside his room that had a bank teller tube in it. However, there was a homemade sign that said never were you to put poop or pee in the bank teller tube. Hospitals are the strangest places on earth, and yes, I would agree, it's NEVER a good idea to put poop or pee in a tube and send it off to parts unknown.
By this time it was 10:15 (we'd been there 5 hours) and I was getting punchier and somewhat peeved after we'd waited an hour for an IV and just about the time I told Melanie I was about to go all "Big Frank" on someone's *** we got the doctor's attention (not Mary Kate's because it was past her bedtime) and blah blah blah after more waiting and an IV and 7 1/2 hours on the fast track, we were released to go home with pain med prescriptions.
Now it's almost a week later and thank God John's pain has subsided tremendously, although the stone hasn't presented itself. So he's basically a science experiment in waiting. He still has occasional pain that's not as bad as it was last week and he's formulating a plan to never have this happen again and in the meantime, Dale's getting his papers ready to enter med school in the fall. OK, that's not really true, but he did diagnose the problem much earlier than any medical professional. I NEVER thought about a kidney stone EVER. Never ever.
But all kidding aside, it was truly a scary experience to watch all this happening and to see John in so much pain. I'm glad my hubby's home with me and not in a hospital bed somewhere unsure of what happens next.
And one last thing, isn't it amazing that something so small can be in your body and your body is all like, "Woah! This thing must exit the building NOW!" It's just amazing to me how God put all the stuff in a pot and out came all these body functions and when one small thing gets out of kilter, an all stop bulletin goes out to all the other body parts. It amazes me indeed.
Here's praying for a good and unpainful ending to this story....hoping and hoping and hoping....
I'll keep you posted.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Coming soon
I have stuff to blog about but it's been quite the busy week. Stay tuned for the harrowing week that was. Coming soon.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
The happenings of last week and me seeing red...even though I was wearing green
This past week was Owen's spring break and since there were no exotic locales in distant lands to which we could travel, we stayed home and had a fun time together looking for words. Let me explain. He has an English project due in a few weeks that requires him to have 100 words in their sentences cut from magazines and newspapers. Some of these words are doozies like prodigious, forbearance and parsimonious. I don't even know what parsimonious means.....AND I don't care! None of the words can be printed off the Internet, all must come from newspapers and magazines. In case you haven't read a paper in a while, parsimonious is not a very popular word. We have sat and sat and searched and searched. So far, we have 44 or 45 words, one is currently under investigation for possible ineligibility. Oddly enough, many of the words have been discovered in People magazine. Who knew People had such a plethora of fancy schmancy words? He's even enlisted the Gmaw's help by giving copies of the words to her and has turned her into a word searching machine. If anyone in town comes across the word indemnify, please carefully cut it out in it's sentence and save it for us!
And now, my thought for the day, I have only 3 more years til I re-graduate from high school and then after Owen's first year of college, I'll be through FOREVER!! To clarify what I mean about that, I help my kids through their freshman year of college, and then I consider them on their own. If they need a little help now and then, they know I'm willing, but thankfully by the end of their first year, they have it pretty well in hand. No one tells you when you have kids that when they re-enter school, you also re-enter school, and the second time around it takes lots more time and means so much more. Just a few more years and I'm off the clock.
Another milestone was passed last Wednesday when my last child, also Owen, passed his written test to get his learner's permit. And so brings me to one more thing off my bucket list. NO MORE DRIVER"S ED! I'm very excited about that.
On Friday Melanie, me and our friend Judy went to spring market here in town but before we went, we met for lunch. When I walked into the teeny little place where we were eating, it took 2 seconds to notice that Melanie and I were wearing the EXACT same shirt. This happens A LOT and I NEVER like it. I don't do matchy. EVER. I may have already told this story, but a long time ago I caught John trying to match me on Sunday mornings. He'd wait to see what color I'd put on to wear to church and then he'd go pick the same color. Once I was onto his scheme, it ended quickly with a well placed threat. As I said, I don't do matchy. I have a thing about that. Apparently I would have made a really bad twin.
Well, as we were sitting there and Judy and Melanie were laughing about it......and I was not.... the waitress came over and said, "Hey, yal are wearing the same shirt!" Thank you Captain Obvious. Just dig that spur in a little deeper, could you? After I went home and changed, no I'm not kidding I really did, the three of us went to the spring market where I set a land speed record for the fastest looky Lou shopper in the history of the world. Waaaay before Judy and Melanie, and then I discovered there was no prize for being the fastest. Bummer. So, then, I had to re-walk the whole thing with them while "helping" them find their way more quickly. It's not new news that I'm not much of a shopper. My idea of shopping is walking really fast through an area with merchandise in the vicinity. Using this particular method means something must catch my eye very quickly or I leave empty handed. That's just how I roll. This particular time I did buy one super cute purple flower for my front door, but only after I saw it on the second walk through.
Saturday I "cleaned house" and "worked in the yard" for 12 seconds. I've decided I really like pointing and directing rather than getting dirty. I like the fruit of a pretty yard but not so much the labor, and there's LOTS of labor in the future for my yard.
Then yesterday when I walked in church, Billie June picked a fight with me by wearing the same color I was wearing and before I could finish being unhappy with her, Jared walked up behind me, tapped me on the shoulder and guess what? He, Billie and myself were triplets. I'm not a good triplet either. Somehow I need to convey to the public that once I have picked a color for the day, I OWN IT. Stick it. Lick it. No. Licks. Off. I think this whole matchy thing began for me about 20 years ago when I was wearing an awesome 80's flowy flowery dress to church and one day another woman showed up wearing my exact same 80's flowy flowery dress! In case you didn't know, you can't for any reason whatsoever beat down a person at church....or I might have...but I know Jesus would have frowned upon it. So I tried to stay away from her until church was over, and I was quite successful until I'd made it to the parking lot when I distinctly remember my friend Judy's husband (the one we went to lunch with) took the opportunity to inform me, "Oh look, you and Donna have on the same dress." Why? Why did he have to say that to my real face? Too many Captain Obvious' in the world. And now that I've searched my soul about this matchy thing, I've realized I've never liked it. EVER. That's it. Period. I may need to start carrying back up clothes in my car at all times because my protocol has been breached multi times. A few months ago Melanie and I ended up at the beauty parlor wearing the exact same purple sweater. I was not amused then either, especially when once again it was pointed out to me that we were dressed alike. Why? Why did you have to say that to my real face? If people had matching goiters no one would point that out. Now would they? I feel it should be the same courtesy for matching anything else.
Although I don't have a pic of Melanie and I dressed alike, I did agree to photographic evidence of the "green beans" as Jared called us. I like the pic even though we are all looking at the wrong camera. Also, notice that Billie June has sparklies on her shirt. I don't do that either. I have rules about sparkles and bangles and embroidered clothes. I don't do any of that, however if you choose to wear any of those things, I won't judge you. My mother owns all of that stuff and I have yet to shun her. But if I ever need a bangle or a bauble, I know exactly where to go because Billie rivals Rachel Zoe in the jewelry department.
If people would just check with me before choosing outfits, the world would be a better place.
Also before any smart pants send me a definition:
Parsimonious
1: exhibiting or marked by parsimony; especially frugal to the point of stinginess
2: sparing, restrain
Hmmmm parsimonious sounds a lot like me, at least the frugal part. However, some might think I have no idea what the word restrained means either!
I'm off to dream of parsnips.
I don't know what those are either.
And now, my thought for the day, I have only 3 more years til I re-graduate from high school and then after Owen's first year of college, I'll be through FOREVER!! To clarify what I mean about that, I help my kids through their freshman year of college, and then I consider them on their own. If they need a little help now and then, they know I'm willing, but thankfully by the end of their first year, they have it pretty well in hand. No one tells you when you have kids that when they re-enter school, you also re-enter school, and the second time around it takes lots more time and means so much more. Just a few more years and I'm off the clock.
Another milestone was passed last Wednesday when my last child, also Owen, passed his written test to get his learner's permit. And so brings me to one more thing off my bucket list. NO MORE DRIVER"S ED! I'm very excited about that.
On Friday Melanie, me and our friend Judy went to spring market here in town but before we went, we met for lunch. When I walked into the teeny little place where we were eating, it took 2 seconds to notice that Melanie and I were wearing the EXACT same shirt. This happens A LOT and I NEVER like it. I don't do matchy. EVER. I may have already told this story, but a long time ago I caught John trying to match me on Sunday mornings. He'd wait to see what color I'd put on to wear to church and then he'd go pick the same color. Once I was onto his scheme, it ended quickly with a well placed threat. As I said, I don't do matchy. I have a thing about that. Apparently I would have made a really bad twin.
Well, as we were sitting there and Judy and Melanie were laughing about it......and I was not.... the waitress came over and said, "Hey, yal are wearing the same shirt!" Thank you Captain Obvious. Just dig that spur in a little deeper, could you? After I went home and changed, no I'm not kidding I really did, the three of us went to the spring market where I set a land speed record for the fastest looky Lou shopper in the history of the world. Waaaay before Judy and Melanie, and then I discovered there was no prize for being the fastest. Bummer. So, then, I had to re-walk the whole thing with them while "helping" them find their way more quickly. It's not new news that I'm not much of a shopper. My idea of shopping is walking really fast through an area with merchandise in the vicinity. Using this particular method means something must catch my eye very quickly or I leave empty handed. That's just how I roll. This particular time I did buy one super cute purple flower for my front door, but only after I saw it on the second walk through.
Saturday I "cleaned house" and "worked in the yard" for 12 seconds. I've decided I really like pointing and directing rather than getting dirty. I like the fruit of a pretty yard but not so much the labor, and there's LOTS of labor in the future for my yard.
Then yesterday when I walked in church, Billie June picked a fight with me by wearing the same color I was wearing and before I could finish being unhappy with her, Jared walked up behind me, tapped me on the shoulder and guess what? He, Billie and myself were triplets. I'm not a good triplet either. Somehow I need to convey to the public that once I have picked a color for the day, I OWN IT. Stick it. Lick it. No. Licks. Off. I think this whole matchy thing began for me about 20 years ago when I was wearing an awesome 80's flowy flowery dress to church and one day another woman showed up wearing my exact same 80's flowy flowery dress! In case you didn't know, you can't for any reason whatsoever beat down a person at church....or I might have...but I know Jesus would have frowned upon it. So I tried to stay away from her until church was over, and I was quite successful until I'd made it to the parking lot when I distinctly remember my friend Judy's husband (the one we went to lunch with) took the opportunity to inform me, "Oh look, you and Donna have on the same dress." Why? Why did he have to say that to my real face? Too many Captain Obvious' in the world. And now that I've searched my soul about this matchy thing, I've realized I've never liked it. EVER. That's it. Period. I may need to start carrying back up clothes in my car at all times because my protocol has been breached multi times. A few months ago Melanie and I ended up at the beauty parlor wearing the exact same purple sweater. I was not amused then either, especially when once again it was pointed out to me that we were dressed alike. Why? Why did you have to say that to my real face? If people had matching goiters no one would point that out. Now would they? I feel it should be the same courtesy for matching anything else.
Although I don't have a pic of Melanie and I dressed alike, I did agree to photographic evidence of the "green beans" as Jared called us. I like the pic even though we are all looking at the wrong camera. Also, notice that Billie June has sparklies on her shirt. I don't do that either. I have rules about sparkles and bangles and embroidered clothes. I don't do any of that, however if you choose to wear any of those things, I won't judge you. My mother owns all of that stuff and I have yet to shun her. But if I ever need a bangle or a bauble, I know exactly where to go because Billie rivals Rachel Zoe in the jewelry department.
If people would just check with me before choosing outfits, the world would be a better place.
Also before any smart pants send me a definition:
Parsimonious
1: exhibiting or marked by parsimony; especially frugal to the point of stinginess
2: sparing, restrain
Hmmmm parsimonious sounds a lot like me, at least the frugal part. However, some might think I have no idea what the word restrained means either!
I'm off to dream of parsnips.
I don't know what those are either.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Update on the pig sign
Randy told me today that men call tires pigs. Well, guess what kind of store the sign was hanging in? Yep, that would be a tire store. So, after asking John about it, he said that the huge tires that guys put on their trucks are the "pigs" and so ends the mystery of the "We don't rent pigs" sign.
I don't know why, but I'm kinda disappointed.
And who the heck would want to rent tires anyway? Just buy the things. Men's words and worlds make me crazy.
I don't know why, but I'm kinda disappointed.
And who the heck would want to rent tires anyway? Just buy the things. Men's words and worlds make me crazy.
Friday, April 1, 2011
I have no explanation
This is a real sign in a real store in West Monroe. Never in my life have I ever thought about calling a store or walking in a store and asking the question, "Do you rent pigs?" This store HAS to have had that problem, otherwise what's the reason for the sign? Anyway, who would want to rent a pig and for what reason? It's all very strange. Just when you think you've seen it all, guess what? There's not one place in town to rent pigs. What's a pig renting person to do?
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