After a lazy morning involving breakfast in bed (thanks honey!) Kevin and I head to the store. It was time to bomb the house and dip the pets again. *sigh* We had them pretty much gone, and skipped one week. That's what we get!
Because Sadie has been at my house, we dipped her as well. She was NOT impressed. In fact, she told me that she hates me. She's forgiven me now, though, and she's sleeping peacefully in her own house.
Actually, we're all at Mom's while the bombs do their thing. Kevin realized how dark her guest room is, so he's napping. Brett is watching TV with me, Monica is on Mom's computer, and Natalie is playing with neighbor kids.
Yup, this long weekend is working out to be quite nice. Quite nice indeed.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Happy Saturday (Day 1 of 5)
This is my last vacation until January, so I'm enjoying and savoring every second of it. I slept late this morning, then I stretched out on the bed, watching TV and playing online until 2 or so. Finally, I headed to Mom's to watch the NASCAR race.
Upon arrival, it was too early for pre-race stuff, so Natalie and I watched some Cheech and Chong, followed by 30 minutes or so of Beverly Hills Cop. Yup, good TV indeed. When I switched to SPEED for NASCAR coverage, I realized that I'd made a major error. The Sprint cup race is tomorrow. *sigh*
Tonight is a race, all right. It's the Nationwide race, and it doesn't start until 9 or so. Umm, nope. I came back home. I can't stay up that late. Plus, let's faced it, the hot tub isn't wired yet. ROFL
I have Sadie with me, since my parents are in St. Louis, and she's enjoying finding her place with the cats. Let's just say they aren't fond of her.
OK, now we're watching COPS and enjoying the beautiful weather. It's late August, and we aren't running the a/c. Coolness. I hope that the next 4 days bring as much relaxation as the first one. I loves me some long weekend.
Upon arrival, it was too early for pre-race stuff, so Natalie and I watched some Cheech and Chong, followed by 30 minutes or so of Beverly Hills Cop. Yup, good TV indeed. When I switched to SPEED for NASCAR coverage, I realized that I'd made a major error. The Sprint cup race is tomorrow. *sigh*
Tonight is a race, all right. It's the Nationwide race, and it doesn't start until 9 or so. Umm, nope. I came back home. I can't stay up that late. Plus, let's faced it, the hot tub isn't wired yet. ROFL
I have Sadie with me, since my parents are in St. Louis, and she's enjoying finding her place with the cats. Let's just say they aren't fond of her.
OK, now we're watching COPS and enjoying the beautiful weather. It's late August, and we aren't running the a/c. Coolness. I hope that the next 4 days bring as much relaxation as the first one. I loves me some long weekend.
Friday, August 29, 2008
11 Years Ago, Today
My youngest, dearest, darlingest (is that a word?) daughter is 11 today. Let's look back at 11 years ago.
I was only induced because I cried. The Dr. told us that he'd induce me on Monday, and we drove home, with me miserable. I hate being pregnant, and this was WAY too long to deal with it. I couldn't breath, couldn't walk, and couldn't speak coherently. Yeah, it sucked.
Kevin called Dr. and said, essentially, "Yeah Dude, she's crying, can we do this now?" Dr. agreed to induce the next day, which was a Friday. I cried more. Happy? No. I was just that emotional.
They induced, I had the largest child of my life. (10.3) I dozed off and on, not sure what was real and what was not. At one point, Kevin (who had to go home to the other children after Nattie was born) called me at the hospital and asked how I was. I told him that I had dreamed about Lady Di dying in a car wreck. He informed me that it wasn't a dream, it was on the news.
Wow, that was weird. I went back to sleep, though. I know, that was a big story, but I was TIRED!
Anywho, this is the child who had me at home more than any other. This is the one who has always been attached to me at the hip. Yeah, she still is. Yeah, I'm OK with it. She's my chicky. She's always here, making me laugh.
She's the one. She still needs me. She still loves me. She thinks I'm the shit. I've been told that this is a good thing.
I love you, Natalie. You're the shit, too. I've been told that this is a good thing.
I was only induced because I cried. The Dr. told us that he'd induce me on Monday, and we drove home, with me miserable. I hate being pregnant, and this was WAY too long to deal with it. I couldn't breath, couldn't walk, and couldn't speak coherently. Yeah, it sucked.
Kevin called Dr. and said, essentially, "Yeah Dude, she's crying, can we do this now?" Dr. agreed to induce the next day, which was a Friday. I cried more. Happy? No. I was just that emotional.
They induced, I had the largest child of my life. (10.3) I dozed off and on, not sure what was real and what was not. At one point, Kevin (who had to go home to the other children after Nattie was born) called me at the hospital and asked how I was. I told him that I had dreamed about Lady Di dying in a car wreck. He informed me that it wasn't a dream, it was on the news.
Wow, that was weird. I went back to sleep, though. I know, that was a big story, but I was TIRED!
Anywho, this is the child who had me at home more than any other. This is the one who has always been attached to me at the hip. Yeah, she still is. Yeah, I'm OK with it. She's my chicky. She's always here, making me laugh.
She's the one. She still needs me. She still loves me. She thinks I'm the shit. I've been told that this is a good thing.
I love you, Natalie. You're the shit, too. I've been told that this is a good thing.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Lights Out!
So, tomorrow is the birthday of my youngest child. The fruit of my loins (that phrase grosses me out for some reason. Please, don't think about my loins, OK?) the zig to my zag. She'll be 11. We got her a bike, she loves it. She can't ride it.
I drove home in off-and-on torrential rain, but it wasn't bad when I got here. We gave her the bike, and it started pouring, so she couldn't try it out. OK, we'll deal with it. Then, around 6:30, we lost power.
When this happens, it's never long-lived. Usually 5-10 minutes. Not tonight, my friend. It lasted almost 3 hours! ACK! WHAT DO PEOPLE DO? Friends (via text messages) suggested "relations" with my husband, but there are kids wandering, so that's out. Candles gave enough light to move around, but not enough to do any game playing or cards. Sheesh, how boring.
My battery operated shower radio let me listen to the Chiefs game (which pre-empted my Big Brother tonight anyway) so there was something, but it was so weird around here.
Anyway, the lights are back on, sattellite is intermittent, thunder is booming, and here I sit with no beer. What's up with that? Oh goodie, and it just started pouring again. Damn sattellite. What good is transponder 7, anyway? (if you have never had sattellite, that will mean nothing to you.)
Yup, lights are blinking, if I don't hit "save" now, I'll lose it all!
I drove home in off-and-on torrential rain, but it wasn't bad when I got here. We gave her the bike, and it started pouring, so she couldn't try it out. OK, we'll deal with it. Then, around 6:30, we lost power.
When this happens, it's never long-lived. Usually 5-10 minutes. Not tonight, my friend. It lasted almost 3 hours! ACK! WHAT DO PEOPLE DO? Friends (via text messages) suggested "relations" with my husband, but there are kids wandering, so that's out. Candles gave enough light to move around, but not enough to do any game playing or cards. Sheesh, how boring.
My battery operated shower radio let me listen to the Chiefs game (which pre-empted my Big Brother tonight anyway) so there was something, but it was so weird around here.
Anyway, the lights are back on, sattellite is intermittent, thunder is booming, and here I sit with no beer. What's up with that? Oh goodie, and it just started pouring again. Damn sattellite. What good is transponder 7, anyway? (if you have never had sattellite, that will mean nothing to you.)
Yup, lights are blinking, if I don't hit "save" now, I'll lose it all!
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Cheap Pizza
Aldi has a pizza kit that is very reasonable, and VERY good. It's like the old ones! How do you spell Chef Boy R Dee? Anyway, it tastes like those. I added a bit of sausage and some mozzarella, and it was fabulous. I love it when something cheap turns out to taste so good.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Nonsense. Don't bother.
OK, stop reading. It's simply not worth it. I'll post something interesting in another 4 years or so. Maybe.
I made the trip to the SE corner of my fine state today. The trip was good/bad. I accomplished a few things that I planned to do, but many things unfolded that still need to be done. That means a TON of follow-up. Wow! That's a tall order for this time of year.
SIL of the owner is a pretty darn good pilot. We took off and landed safely both times. Also, he seems to take it so seriously. That's a good thing. Owner wouldn't let him take me if he wasn't safe, but I still wondered what it would be like. It was smooth and golden.
Flying opens up opportunities for conversations that wouldn't happen otherwise. The problem is frequent interruptions. Yeah, Dave and I need to continue this conversation later. For sure.
Anyway, I'm home, I'm safe, and I'm content. On Wednesday, I have another trip, but on a bigger plane, with another pilot. It'll be fine, but girl clothes TWO days in ONE week? ICK.
OK, I'm out. I'm exhausted, and I need to go to bed. Ciao, my friends!
I made the trip to the SE corner of my fine state today. The trip was good/bad. I accomplished a few things that I planned to do, but many things unfolded that still need to be done. That means a TON of follow-up. Wow! That's a tall order for this time of year.
SIL of the owner is a pretty darn good pilot. We took off and landed safely both times. Also, he seems to take it so seriously. That's a good thing. Owner wouldn't let him take me if he wasn't safe, but I still wondered what it would be like. It was smooth and golden.
Flying opens up opportunities for conversations that wouldn't happen otherwise. The problem is frequent interruptions. Yeah, Dave and I need to continue this conversation later. For sure.
Anyway, I'm home, I'm safe, and I'm content. On Wednesday, I have another trip, but on a bigger plane, with another pilot. It'll be fine, but girl clothes TWO days in ONE week? ICK.
OK, I'm out. I'm exhausted, and I need to go to bed. Ciao, my friends!
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