I typed a whole, wonderful, fabulous entry, and AOL ate it. I'll try again tomorrow. Let's just say that I only broke 2 screens, and no windows, so I win. Rachel 1, house 0.
Friday, November 23, 2007
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Happy Thanksgiving
Well, here I am, just me and the Dallas Cowboys. I didn't spend my day alone, though.
Kevin cooked breakfast this morning, and the girls and I ate in my bed, while watching the Macy's parade on TV. It was fun to chill out with the girls for a few hours, and it gave Kevin some alone time, watching "Pinks" in the living room. Car races. *sigh*
We got everyone all packed and even cleaned the house for a while, and Kevin and the girls headed out a bit after noon. Around 2:30, Brett came over. We watched the end of the Green Bay game, then watched "License to Wed" on DVD (he brought it with him...funny flick, but I love everything that Robin Williams does.)
A bit over halfway through the movie, my nephew Arick stopped by. He watched some of the movie with us, then went to his aunt Dar's for T-day dinner. When the movie was over, Brett headed out to his 3 T-day dinners that he was invited to. A hungry man finds a way to eat. 'Nuff said.
Now, it's just me and the animals. Hawkeye is a wreck, wondering where everyone is. He hates it when any of his people are gone. The cats are aloof and lazy, so they don't notice anything unusual. I am watching the 'Boys kick the snot out of the Jets.
I think I'll go to bed early, and get an early start at work tomorrow. I tried in vain to find someone who could come let Hawkeye out tomorrow afternoon, so I think I may leave him out at Mom's. He is happy there, and not stuck inside. There is also the barn full of hay to keep him warm, if he so chooses. I'll pick him up on the way home.
I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving.
*added later*
I heard back from the neighbor, and they'll let Hawkeye out during the afternoon. That rocks. Yeah, just one more thing to be thankful for.
Kevin cooked breakfast this morning, and the girls and I ate in my bed, while watching the Macy's parade on TV. It was fun to chill out with the girls for a few hours, and it gave Kevin some alone time, watching "Pinks" in the living room. Car races. *sigh*
We got everyone all packed and even cleaned the house for a while, and Kevin and the girls headed out a bit after noon. Around 2:30, Brett came over. We watched the end of the Green Bay game, then watched "License to Wed" on DVD (he brought it with him...funny flick, but I love everything that Robin Williams does.)
A bit over halfway through the movie, my nephew Arick stopped by. He watched some of the movie with us, then went to his aunt Dar's for T-day dinner. When the movie was over, Brett headed out to his 3 T-day dinners that he was invited to. A hungry man finds a way to eat. 'Nuff said.
Now, it's just me and the animals. Hawkeye is a wreck, wondering where everyone is. He hates it when any of his people are gone. The cats are aloof and lazy, so they don't notice anything unusual. I am watching the 'Boys kick the snot out of the Jets.
I think I'll go to bed early, and get an early start at work tomorrow. I tried in vain to find someone who could come let Hawkeye out tomorrow afternoon, so I think I may leave him out at Mom's. He is happy there, and not stuck inside. There is also the barn full of hay to keep him warm, if he so chooses. I'll pick him up on the way home.
I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving.
*added later*
I heard back from the neighbor, and they'll let Hawkeye out during the afternoon. That rocks. Yeah, just one more thing to be thankful for.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Thanksgiving
So, let me set some things straight here. I work for a professional photo lab. Our busy season is from Labor Day until Christmas Day. There are no vacation days, or sick days, or comp days during this period. It's not wrong or cruel, it's life. You are warned when you take this job. I'm OK with it.
Because of this, I will work Friday and Saturday. I'm just thankful to be off on Thanksgiving Day. I can take it, I'm fine with it, and I'm not upset about it. Mom and Dad are in Georgia and Kevin and the girls will head to Carthage to see Grammy. I'm OK.
However, everyone at work seems to think I need help. They are sure that I should attend their holiday celebrations. I had four invitations today. I am so thankful that I work with people who care, but I'm fine. I'll be JUST fine. Don't worry about me. I can take it.
By the end of the day, it was annoying to hear people fretting about me, but it's sweet, just the same. I am so thankful for those who want to take someone in as family on Thanksgiving. I would never be comfortable in your house with your family during a holiday dinner, but I appreciate the thought.
I'll be fine. I'll be sitting around in my jammie pants, eating frozen pizza. I'll be fine.
Heck, there's even a rumor that Brett may show up for a brief visit! Wouldn't THAT be a sweet holiday treat!
Enjoy your turkey and taters and pie. I'll be here, eating frozen pizza and waiting to go to work on Friday. Thanks for the invitations, just the same.
Because of this, I will work Friday and Saturday. I'm just thankful to be off on Thanksgiving Day. I can take it, I'm fine with it, and I'm not upset about it. Mom and Dad are in Georgia and Kevin and the girls will head to Carthage to see Grammy. I'm OK.
However, everyone at work seems to think I need help. They are sure that I should attend their holiday celebrations. I had four invitations today. I am so thankful that I work with people who care, but I'm fine. I'll be JUST fine. Don't worry about me. I can take it.
By the end of the day, it was annoying to hear people fretting about me, but it's sweet, just the same. I am so thankful for those who want to take someone in as family on Thanksgiving. I would never be comfortable in your house with your family during a holiday dinner, but I appreciate the thought.
I'll be fine. I'll be sitting around in my jammie pants, eating frozen pizza. I'll be fine.
Heck, there's even a rumor that Brett may show up for a brief visit! Wouldn't THAT be a sweet holiday treat!
Enjoy your turkey and taters and pie. I'll be here, eating frozen pizza and waiting to go to work on Friday. Thanks for the invitations, just the same.
Monday, November 19, 2007
The Party
This party WORE US OUT! I'm getting old, folks. I made it until after midnight, but the kids didn't crash until almost 2:00. They had a blast. One of Monica's friends couldn't make it, but that made an even number, so we had 8 little girls here, screaming and giggling and EATING. Boy, did they eat.
Here they are, in all their glory. Most are wearing PJs by this time, but still running hard. Wow, the energy in this house. Finally, we decided that snacking wasn't holding off the natives any longer, so we let them build their own bagel pizzas:
Kevin and I added the cheese when they were done. Those pizza's were good! There were other things to eat as well: Chips and dip, cake, ice cream with toppings, and tons of soda (I know it was a ton, because the empty cans weighed 1/4 ton the next morning.
It was good. I'm glad we did it. However, it killed us. We did NOTHING the next day, other than sit around watching the Chiefs lose, and watching Jimmy Johnson win the cup, but miss win #5 in a row. Thanks to my shows not being on last night, I went to bed early and recovered.
Tonight, we went phone shopping, since we are eligible for the free upgrades on several of our lines. Yeah, I said "several." Kevin and I both have phones, we have the phone that WAS Brett's, but since he moved out, the girls use it, Jonathan has a phone on our plan (he's going to start paying his part) and Grammy has one (we won't let her drive that old car around without a cell...too many variables.) Yes, folks, that is FIVE phones on this plan, and Mamma wants a new cell.
When the contract is up for it, we could nix Brett's old phone, but by then, Monica will be in junior high, and have more after-school activities. *sigh* What did *I* do without a cell phone in school? Oh yeah, I lied and snuck around. Yup, I think I like the connectivity.
Mom? Forget you saw that last comment.
See ya later, mashed potater.
Friday, November 16, 2007
Anyone have any valium?
By this time tomorrow, there will be 9 little girls in my house, ranging in age from 10-12. *sigh* The theme is High School Musical. There will be pictures, cake, and such. Yeah, Kevin may need some Valium.
I was going to get a High School Musical cake from WalMart. I went to the bakery and asked about it. The $6 an hour flunky said, "We need 24 hours notice." I looked at my watch and said, "How about 22 hours?" She blinked twice and said, "We need 24 hours notice." I said, "OK, see ya!" *sigh*
We are baking our own cake, for about $3. I just saved about $17. That's good, since Party America sucked all of my available income, right out of my bank account, via my debit card. That place is PRICEY! I spent WAY too much on this party, but we only do this once per year, so it's not bad, I guess.
There will be gift bags with girlie items such as tatoo glitter pens, bath fizzies, nail decorations, and other such nonsense. We have a High School Musical (from here forward to be called HSM, since I'm sick of typing that) table cloth and decorations, HSM balloons, a HSM backdrop for pictures, and HSM plates, napkins and cups.
The girls will make their own pizzas, then have cake and ice cream. This place will be crazy. I love this crap, but I DO worry about Kevin. Poor Kevin. The boys have moved out and started their own lives, and he holds the only testosterone in the house. Maybe he can find somewhere to escape to. Maybe he can go watch C.O.P.S. with Dad. That'll give him an hour, anyway.
I'll have pictures later in the weekend. I'll have to get permission from parents, so I will use caution when posting, but there will be plenty of merriment captured to use as blackmale later in life, when the girls want to date.
BWAAHAAAHAAAHAAA!
I was going to get a High School Musical cake from WalMart. I went to the bakery and asked about it. The $6 an hour flunky said, "We need 24 hours notice." I looked at my watch and said, "How about 22 hours?" She blinked twice and said, "We need 24 hours notice." I said, "OK, see ya!" *sigh*
We are baking our own cake, for about $3. I just saved about $17. That's good, since Party America sucked all of my available income, right out of my bank account, via my debit card. That place is PRICEY! I spent WAY too much on this party, but we only do this once per year, so it's not bad, I guess.
There will be gift bags with girlie items such as tatoo glitter pens, bath fizzies, nail decorations, and other such nonsense. We have a High School Musical (from here forward to be called HSM, since I'm sick of typing that) table cloth and decorations, HSM balloons, a HSM backdrop for pictures, and HSM plates, napkins and cups.
The girls will make their own pizzas, then have cake and ice cream. This place will be crazy. I love this crap, but I DO worry about Kevin. Poor Kevin. The boys have moved out and started their own lives, and he holds the only testosterone in the house. Maybe he can find somewhere to escape to. Maybe he can go watch C.O.P.S. with Dad. That'll give him an hour, anyway.
I'll have pictures later in the weekend. I'll have to get permission from parents, so I will use caution when posting, but there will be plenty of merriment captured to use as blackmale later in life, when the girls want to date.
BWAAHAAAHAAAHAAA!
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Happy Birthday, Sissy Doll
12 years ago, I gave birth to my darling Monica. She's my darling now, but I worried for a while.
First of all, I was pregnant for a while before I knew it. I continued to have my....(edited for my male readers. Sorry Russ and Jim.) Anyway, I didn't have the usual "signs" of being "with child."
By the time we figured it out, the doctor could only estimate my due date by measurements. They measure the HEAD, the bones of the leg, and something else. Anyone who has met my family knows that we have BIG heads. Whoppin' ol' beans. Due to this, we later realized that they probably induced her 2 weeks early. I get pregnant by passing Kevin in the hallway. I carry a child quite well. The problem is that I can't give birth without medical help.
So, we go to the hospital, and I get the pitosin (sp) drip, and later, Monica is born. Then she started crying. She cried and cried and cried.
She had some asthma issues, but that may be from being induced 2 weeks early. She has long since outgrown it. Other than getting sick a lot, she cried. She cried and cried and cried.
My firstborn didn't cry unless he was hungry or needed a diaper change, so this was a whole new problem. She cried during the day, and she cried during the night. Kevin and I would take turns walking with her. Kevin has always gone to bed early, so I'd walk her, and talk to her, until midnight or so. By then, Kevin would wake up and take over...walking her and talking to her.
We would tell her what a light switch was, how the remote worked, what the square root of 9801 was (99) and other such nonsense. Then, one day, she realized she could sit up on her own. For the first time in her life, she was HAPPY! She cooed and played and slept well and laughed. She was SO happy. For a few weeks.
Then she cried. She cried day and night again, until she learned to crawl. She crawled with her hands, one knee, and one foot. It was the funniest thing, but she was happy. For a few weeks.
Then she cried. She cried day and night again, until she learned to walk. From then on, she was independent and happy! We finally realized that her brain was ahead of her body, and she just wanted to move on. Everyone who met her knew she was advanced, but who would have guessed that she was THAT far advanced.
Monica was potty trained by 18 months. Mom taught her to write her name at 2 years old. She was reading by 3 1/2. Yeah, this kid has what it takes. She's an A student, all the way. She's funny and intelligent and beautiful. She is so much fun to have around.
Monica, I love you, dear. You are the cat's meow, as they say. I am so proud of you, and excited about your future. Enjoy your last year before you're a teen. Your last year of elementary school. Your last year before Daddy and I start freaking out. Enjoy it, my dear.
First of all, I was pregnant for a while before I knew it. I continued to have my....(edited for my male readers. Sorry Russ and Jim.) Anyway, I didn't have the usual "signs" of being "with child."
By the time we figured it out, the doctor could only estimate my due date by measurements. They measure the HEAD, the bones of the leg, and something else. Anyone who has met my family knows that we have BIG heads. Whoppin' ol' beans. Due to this, we later realized that they probably induced her 2 weeks early. I get pregnant by passing Kevin in the hallway. I carry a child quite well. The problem is that I can't give birth without medical help.
So, we go to the hospital, and I get the pitosin (sp) drip, and later, Monica is born. Then she started crying. She cried and cried and cried.
She had some asthma issues, but that may be from being induced 2 weeks early. She has long since outgrown it. Other than getting sick a lot, she cried. She cried and cried and cried.
My firstborn didn't cry unless he was hungry or needed a diaper change, so this was a whole new problem. She cried during the day, and she cried during the night. Kevin and I would take turns walking with her. Kevin has always gone to bed early, so I'd walk her, and talk to her, until midnight or so. By then, Kevin would wake up and take over...walking her and talking to her.
We would tell her what a light switch was, how the remote worked, what the square root of 9801 was (99) and other such nonsense. Then, one day, she realized she could sit up on her own. For the first time in her life, she was HAPPY! She cooed and played and slept well and laughed. She was SO happy. For a few weeks.
Then she cried. She cried day and night again, until she learned to crawl. She crawled with her hands, one knee, and one foot. It was the funniest thing, but she was happy. For a few weeks.
Then she cried. She cried day and night again, until she learned to walk. From then on, she was independent and happy! We finally realized that her brain was ahead of her body, and she just wanted to move on. Everyone who met her knew she was advanced, but who would have guessed that she was THAT far advanced.
Monica was potty trained by 18 months. Mom taught her to write her name at 2 years old. She was reading by 3 1/2. Yeah, this kid has what it takes. She's an A student, all the way. She's funny and intelligent and beautiful. She is so much fun to have around.
Monica, I love you, dear. You are the cat's meow, as they say. I am so proud of you, and excited about your future. Enjoy your last year before you're a teen. Your last year of elementary school. Your last year before Daddy and I start freaking out. Enjoy it, my dear.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
How can you punch someone when the sunrise is perfect?
Well, I headed to work, running later than I like to, and had to stop anyway. How can you drive to work, with the above image beside you, and not pull off the road to take a picture? It was so pretty, and this picture doesn't do it justice.
I didn't hit anyone today. I didn't even think about it much, since my day started with such a wonderful sky. Every time I started to get agitated, I remembered this view.
OK, I have nothing of importance to say, so enjoy the sunrise that I saw this morning, and have a wonderful evening.
P.S. The whole convention schedule isn't out yet, for '08, but I already know I'm scheduled for 2 in January! Tampa at the beginning of the month, Myrtle Beach later in the month. I'll either get my share over with early in the year, or be attending a bunch again, like last year. We shall see.
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