Wednesday, April 30, 2008

No, No, No!! For The Love of God NO!!

Yesterday morning I woke up to hear some strange noise. I know I've heard this noise before but since I was not fully awake it didn't immediately register.

Wait for it - there it went again. What is making that noise? What could be making all that racket??
Oh no! I remember now...

All together now - Dagnabbit!!

And that's when I cried no, no, No, No, NOOOOOOOOO!!!!

If you don't know my angst read here. The rest of you are probably laughing right now.

And this was no ordinary squirrel. I'm not talking about some little gansta wanna be - I'm talking super squirrel strength here. Dude was all over the place. We heard him run and slide across our newly finished ceiling - to racing up and down walls and then slam dancing above the kitchen.

I was worried there were more than one so I put my ear up to the wall. I swear I heard music playing "Let's get it on" in my walls.

Ick, ick and double ick.

I think it was just a romp in the hay for them as I've heard nothing today. That or they found some leftover squirrel crack and are sleeping off their hangover.

I informed my husband what his project was for the weekend. My MIL called and they are coming up tonight instead of tomorrow night. When I told her about it she said the same thing I did. So we can guess what the guys are going to be doing.

Hope y'all have a good weekend. Right now I need some Midol, chocolate, and a nap.

Thanks Y'all!

I was rather surprised by all the thanks for being honest. That was a first for me. Most people have told me to sit down and shut up rather than say it like it is. I'm blunt - very blunt as in a kick to the head blunt. So thanks! AND DeeDee herself stopped by my blog. I truly admire her on many levels and I could go on and on about it.

But that just gets embarrassing - for her.

In other news, the in-laws will be landing for the weekend. No they don't fly but they sort of hover out in their own atmosphere. I have noticed that planning meals has turned into a bigger and bigger dilemma for me lately. Suddenly what use to feed the five of us no longer does so I have to add other things with it. Throw in a couple more people and then that really narrows down what to fix. And if that isn't tough enough FIL won't eat chicken and MIL won't eat casseroles cuz the food is touching.

What pill can I take to make this go away??

But I will stumble through it somehow. It's just weird that my recovery time can stretch longer and longer. Of course I was already battling the blues, then I woke up with major sinus pressure, and started my period all with needing to clean for the visit.

Be kind and shoot me now.

On top of that - my baby will be turning 9 in another week. With the twins I've always been happy for the next stage cuz the one we were in wasn't always great. I do miss my little men but I see them changing and I hope and pray that I don't mess them up. With CJ I have grieved every stage. Hubby tells me I baby him way too much. The boy is like me and I can read him very well. I know when to push and when to back off. And every step on the number ladder just hurts my heart.

I think a part of me feels the Thing1 and Thing2 will always be there for each other and CJ is just himself holding his own. I wanted more kids and at one point he begged me for a little brother. Having CJ did such a number on me that it hasn't happened and we have no reason as to why.

He surprised me by wanting to go to Chuck E. Cheese. I'm not surprised by going there but he sort of pulled it out last minute which isn't like him. My folks had us over the other night and they were on good behavior and when I said we were going to Chuck they both said they would like to come. ??? Okay.

They never wanted to come before so we were a bit surprised that they want to come now. As long as they don't cross paths with the in-laws it will all be good. The whole thing is still strained. When my folks are here my Mom acts like an idiot but when we go there she's back to being normal.

Thing1 said "Guess they want to try and be grandparents for a change." And yes, it was just as bitter as it sounded. Sigh

Monday, April 28, 2008

Why I Believe

DeeDee is doing a why I believe carnival. So here I go...

The first thing that comes to mind is the nativity scene. Got a picture in your head? Good. In the nativity of life we have the center - Jesus. Something so marvelous and powerful wrapped up in a tiny helpless package. To most, it makes them question the logic of God. However, when you realize that you need an Earth suit to get back what was stolen it is rather smart of Him. Satan stole from the garden of Eden and Jesus took it back in another Garden.

There is Mary and Joseph, the mother and father, whose hearts were towards God regardless of what others thought. They were both given an impossible task but both found the strength to carry it through. I think that is what most parents try to do. Parenting is an impossible task but we try the best that we can with our hearts turned towards God with what He has given us.

There were the wise men in the picture too. These guys were smart and wealthy and was the first outsider to agree with them that this is the Son of God. It's one thing when you know it but to have someone higher up on the food chain in agreement with you had to make them feel good.

Then there were the angels. The human eye couldn't see what was there the whole time and it was only when God pulled back the curtain did they see the truth.

But there is something else in the scene. Back in the corner were all the animals. And most of my life I would have to say that I was the donkey in the nativity scene. A stubborn jacka$$ making a lot of noise. But what this prideful little donkey didn't know was that Jesus was sent for her - in all her donkiness.

I didn't start off a donkey. Matter of fact, growing up my motto was don't drink, don't chew, don't hang with those that do. I grew up in church. I got saved young, baptised young and filled with the Holy Spirit young. Goodness I got married young and had kids young. So why is it the older I get the more complicated everything gets? Things that were so easy to believe when I was younger becomes a dry, hard pillow to swallow.

My husband had a really good comment that when we get to Heaven we're going to find out that a lot of the doctrine out there will be both right AND wrong on things but it will still come back to who do we say Jesus is. Not what is God for me but who is Jesus to me. Is He prophet, king, savior or nice guy, good teacher, slightly misguided?

I have been close to God and I have walked away from God. I've rededicated my life to Him on more than one occasion. When I was little I was so afraid that I didn't really get saved and said the sinner's prayer every week and I even got baptized twice just to make sure it took. What I didn't know was doing all of that was just a step not the cure for the voice of "I'm not good enough" to stop playing in my head over, and over, and over.

What has been hard is I have encountered someone that has re-enforced that voice throughout my life. The weird part is no one has come out and said those words to me but it's been said in a thousand other words and actions. And to keep finding people that speak that and act that show up in my life time and again has been rather frustrating.

With growing up in church I know all the right scriptures to say. I've noticed lately that I don't want the pat little answers any more. Someone tell me how to do it otherwise cork it. Walk in love? To that person? Are you kidding me?!! While I know we are responsible for our own walk with God sometimes I just need to see and feel God in human hands. Does that make sense? Why do I find myself surprised that so does everyone else? And they look at you and me to find it.

There have been times when my husband has given me a hug and I feel like it's more than just him hugging me. There are times when my kids will say things that are trying to erase the negative words spoken over me.

I remember when they were really little and I was trying so hard to be a good mom. I just needed a pat on the head that 'You're doing a good job, Mom' to just see me over the next hill. For whatever reason no one around me could say it. I remember one time we were at a restaurant with my folks and this old guy walked across the room with a lot of difficulty. It took him almost 5 minutes to get over to us. When he got close enough he said he just wanted to let me know that he sat and watched how my kids behaved and that I'm a very good mother and he could tell I kept on top of them all the time.

I almost bawled my head off right there. I said thanks and I watched him shuffle back to his family and shuffled out the door. I can not count how many times God sent someone to tell me how well behaved my kids were and that I was doing a good job. And I knew it was God sending them to me telling me not to give up and to keep going.

Through the ups and downs of life Jesus has remained consistent. God is the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow. I wish I could brag of that consistency. I've bucked when I've had to submit, I've bitten the Hand that was guiding me but I also like the story that God used a donkey to get someone's attention.

There is a reason why God called us sheep as they are dumb. Pride will tell us of all our accomplishments but when you look at what God accomplished it just comes out baaaa. Or in my case eee-haw.

My youngest played a donkey for the Christmas play and I thought of how the little donkey carried Mary. God can use anyone and anything even the stubborn mule that thinks they know a better way. But ever the Shepherd, He is still guiding and leading me. Yes, at times I've gotten a Holy Spirit whooping as well. Ever pick up your bible and read something that was a spanking? Just me, huh? I'm just glad He doesn't have to use the two by four to smack me - as much. :)

I heard a preacher say don't look at Christians for a picture of God just look at Jesus. He went on to say that God has some bad PR and that to know Jesus is to know God but we need to find and know Jesus not based on what someone else said.

On of my boys said a while back that there is only one way to get to God and that is through Jesus, but thank goodness there are lots of ways to get to Jesus. Jesus came to save the broken and the lost. He came to set the captives free. Even though I grew up trying to do everything right I have so painfully fallen short. But in my failings I've found the beauty of it all. I can't earn it, I can't achieve it, I can't buy it but I have the acceptance of God because I chose Jesus. I don't have to do it right and no matter how many times I've walked away I know I will always be a breath away from God. I just have to choose. Choose this day whom you will serve.

"And if it seems evil to you to serve the Lord, choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve, whether to gods which your fathers served on the other side of the River, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land you dwell; but as for me and my house we will serve the Lord." Josh 24:15

To Believe - 1. to take as true, real, etc 2. to trust a statement or promise of (a person) 3. to suppose or think to have trust, faith, or confidence
Belief - 1. conviction that certain things are true 2. religious faith 3. trust or confidence 4. creed or doctrine 5. an opinion expectation judgement.

I am a firm believer in Jesus Christ as He has always been there for me. I believe the Bible is God's word for all regardless of background and that it is true. Taking bits and pieces out here and there is not the way to handle it. This isn't a smorgessboard - you have to take the spinach along with the dessert.

I am a firm believer that you have to know what is right for you as long as it lines up with the Word of God - all of it. If something isn't okay for you, say homeschooling than know that there is now no condemnation in Christ and go in peace. If you are feeling that is something you need to do than lean on God and He will walk you through. Neither is wrong. There are many more situation that can be applied to - just do what God is telling you to do.

I believe that we can encourage each other along this rough patch called life. I also believe there will be people in heaven shocked that they let a donkey in but I rest in the fact that there will be black sheeps of families there too. So it's all good in the hood. I think the Good Shepherd knew He was going to be dealing with a bunch of animals as well as saints and wise men.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Just A Crappy Week

I think I got back-handed by Old Man Winter on his way out. CJ got a cold and has been fighting a fever for a few days. And he decided to share.

The sinuses are full and draining down the back of throat and there was much coughing, hacking, and wheezing in the land.

Y'all know my fondness for absorbent material and it's about coming down to that. But I don't have the body aches and fever. Just the sinus drain.


Our cable provider is an idiot. We've been trying to deal with our bill for over a month because they decided to up our monthly bill for no reason and no one can speak enough English for either one of us to get an answer.

But if I'm late or they want me to upgrade I have English speaking people call me. Why can't they reverse that? I think anyone would want to pay their bill rather than hear someone tell them in broken English that, "good golly you are way behind on your currant payment and if you continue on down this path of your choosing will result in termination of your services."

I thought customer service was to help the customer!!! But what would I know?

I really don't want to cut our service cuz then I wouldn't be able to blog. Not that I put out anything enlightening but this is my therapy.

And the in-laws are coming up for a visit. CJ's b-day is coming up. Matter of fact, I was on the phone with MIL as a stupid collection agency called her to ask questions about us. I've talk to Mr. Bonehead and he will not work with us and keeps demanding the full amount. Which is one of the reasons we are trying to get house fixed up so we can refinance before they try to collect my first born.

Some days....don't tempt me.

I kid of course. Ahem!

My FIL called the other night and I got caught up on all the boring news I didn't really want to know anyway. WHICH MEANS...there will be nothing of interest to talk about when they come - at least from my FIL.

But he won't remember he told me and will tell me again, and again, and again. I'm still hearing the same stories from when I was first married. It will be 14 years. 14 years of hearing the same sad, boring story. Except now I like to give the punchline away to totally steal his thunder. Wa-hah!

But I got to hear from both the in-laws that they are mad at my hubby for not staying in touch with his younger brother.

Scratches head and tries to ponder why they are telling me, "Oh." I couldn't think of anything else to say.

My brother-in-law is only a year younger than me. He isn't married, has no children, and STILL LIVES AT HOME. He feels everyone owes him something.

Okay, whatever.

Which only makes my husband shake his head with disgust and demand to see DNA proof that he is related. But to say they are night and day from each other is an understatement. They have nothing in common.

Wow. I'm totally rambling. Meds are kicking in and my head feels fuzzy.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Here's A Few Funny Ones

Miss Beatrice, the church organist, was in her eighties and had never been married. She was admired for her sweetness and kindness to all.

One afternoon the pastor came to call on her and she showed him into her quaint sitting room. She invited him to have a seat while she prepared tea. As he sat facing her old Hammond organ the young minister noticed a cut-glass bowl sitting on top of it.

The bowl was filled with water, and in the water floated, of all things, a condom!

When she returned with tea and scones, they began to chat. The pastor tried to stifle his curiosity about the bowl of water and its strange floater, but soon it got the better of him and he could no longer resist.

'Miss Beatrice' he said, 'I wonder if you would tell me about this?' pointing to the bowl. 'Oh yes' she replied, 'Isn't it wonderful?' I was walking in through the park a few months ago and I found this little package on the ground. The directions said to place it on the organ, keep it wet and that it would prevent the spread of disease. Do you know I haven't had the flu all winter'

The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him. Every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming.

Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect him from the elements, and to store his few possessions. One day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, with smoke rolling up to the sky.

He felt the worst had happened, and everything was lost. He was stunned with disbelief, grief, and anger. He cried out, "God! How could you do this to me?"

Early the next day, he was awakened by the sound of a ship approaching the island! It had come to rescue him!

"How did you know I was here?" asked the weary man of his rescuers. "We saw your smoke signal," they replied.

The Moral of This Story: It's easy to get discouraged when things are going bad, but we shouldn't lose heart, because God is at work in our lives, even in the midst of our pain and suffering.

Remember that the next time your little hut seems to be burning to the ground. It just may be a smoke signal that summons the Grace of God.


This one is priceless...A lesson to be learned from typing the wrong email address!!!

A Minneapolis couple decided to go to Florida to thaw out during a particularly icy winter. They planned to stay at the same hotel where they spent their honeymoon 20 years earlier. Because of hectic schedules, it was difficult to coordinate their travel schedules.

So, the husband left Minnesota and flew to Florida on Thursday, with his wife flying down the following day. The husband checked into the hotel. There was a computer in his room, so he decided to send an email to his wife.

However, he accidentally left out one letter in her email address, and without realizing his error, sent the email.

Meanwhile, somewhere in Houston, a widow had just returned home from her husband's funeral. He was a minister who was called home to glory following a heart attack. The widow decided to check her email, expecting messages from relatives and friends.

After reading the first message, she screamed and fainted. The widow's son rushed into the room, found his mother on the floor, and saw the computer screen which read:
To: My Loving Wife
Subject: I've Arrived
Date: October 16, 2005
I know you're surprised to hear from me. They have computers here now and you are allowed to send emails to your loved ones. I've just arrived and have been checked in. I've seen that everything has been prepared for your arrival tomorrow. Looking forward to seeing you then!!!!Hope your journey is as uneventful as mine was.
P.S. Sure is freaking hot down here!!!

Bwahahahaaa!! Hope that tickled your funny bone! What? Am I the only one laughing??

Monday, April 21, 2008

Here's Some Picts!

I am so tickled! Okay, friend came over and took pictures and now I'm posting them. (Robin, your daughter is a computer guru just so you know.)

I don't have a scanner to show any before pictures but think tall ceiling and white walls. The trim was flat so hubby added extra trim. We did this in both living room and family room.

This is our living room.

The living room is connected to family room

And the family room is what we just completed.

We are starting on the dining room next. Hubby cut out all the nasty board and put new board up and filled the seams. He's going to put a texture on the ceiling and we'll see what the money says how far we can go from there.

The sad thing is my folks showed up over the weekend and my Mom was very fast to point out that we still have a lot of their furniture and just as soon as she can she's going to take it all. Sigh Talk about stealing someone's thunder.

But for now I'm very tickled with how it's looking. That floor changed the whole look and it so needed it! We got enough floor to put in dining room which is connected off of family room and kitchen runs off of that.

Thursday, April 17, 2008

I Think My Kids Were Slam Dancing

I’m sitting here at my computer and it sounds like there are dancing elephants above my head. I’m surprised the ceiling fan is still attached.

What is up with that??

When the boys were little-er if things were quiet I better go check like right stinking now. Now all I hear is banging thumping and bumping. To quote the Grinch: "The noise, noise, noise!" Blast that music. It’s both joyful and triumphant."

And that is the dilemma – the noise is happy playing. No one is getting hurt except the walls and they are actually getting along except for the bionicle dude that is now in 100 pieces. Sucks to be him.

But I notice it’s still a bit true. After all the elephants made their bow, things settled down to a dull roar - a peaceful quiet if you will. But I didn’t notice it at first. How sad is this? It took 15 minutes for it to sink in that the noise actually stopped and for me to stop what I was doing and give an ear.

Nothing. Hmm...

Still nothing. Makes mental debate to get off puffy behind to investigate. More time goes by and still the peace is like a gasping breath. That desperate draw of air before some onslaught hits again. More mental debate and finally I give up since I was going by the steps anyway.

I yell up the stairs whatcha doing? They have learned if they yell back nothing I will come a running and I might possibly have a camera to photograph the proof so if there is wailing and gnashing of teeth I will be held innocent.

You see, your honor, if you had to deal with this on a daily basis you too would have a nervous twitch. Yeah, anyway...

I get a detailed story of some bionicle thing did something to the other bionicle dude and blah, blah, blah. Oh man I think my ears glazed over! I’ve heard of eyes glazing over but this was a new one for me. I was so bored with the information that was coming through my ears that I zoned out.

Good thing there were no EYE witnesses to see the torture.

When they came down I asked again what they were doing (insert invisible dope slap) and they said nothing much.

I gave them the look.

They blinked back.

I arched my left eyebrow.

They started to crumble.

I arched even higher defying the limits of eyebrow archness.

First a snicker then a laugh.

"We were building bionicles" was the reply I got in between gulps of air.

"What was up with the noise?"

"Oh just playing."

"What did you do - have a mosh pit for bionicles?"

After much laughter they wiped their eyes and said good one.

I said, "Dudes, you need to stop with all the racket."


1/2 hour later…

"Didn’t I say you need to stop?"

"You were serious?"


And that my dear Husband is why I have more gray hairs by my right ear than most people twice my age!!! Long live Clairol!

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Bad To The Bone

I am a bad wife. Hubby got home early Monday. Yeeeeaaaahh. Yes, that’s sarcasm. Not thrilled for the paycheck but we were able to go to a used furniture store. Old house = old furniture and it works. That and the budget that makes a mouse off himself and we’re limited.


We decided to leave the guys and just us go looking so we didn’t have to take the truck. I was out of the house with just my guy. My brain went 1,000 miles a minute trying to think of what to talk about that I didn’t want the kids to hear as they are always around.

This amount of speed caused my mouth to stall – a secret blessing for hubby. He very rarely brings up something to talk about. I have to do conversation gymnastics to get the guy to speak.

Maybe that was my cause of frustration – who knows?

We went and saw a really nice rocking chair that has some fancy name with fancy woodworking for $50 and a nice coffee table marked down to $65. Perfect. Except the wife couldn’t make up her mind. She hemmed, she hawed, and then suggested they go check out a few other stores before they commit.

I figure if I refer to myself as someone else it won’t look so bad.

Nope. I was a pain.

I dragged him far away and to several stores but then kept wondering if the boys were okay and have to call them and check in on them. The looks on this man’s face could fill a novel. He kept telling me everything was fine.

We saw stuff, looked at price of stuff, and then busted out laughing. Got glared at by the people trying to sell the overpriced stuff. I truly hope they aren’t on commission. Saw a couple things that made me pant like a dog only to get yanked on a tight leash.

Curse you budget of mouse.

Boring story short, we wasted time, gas, and energy and went back and got the rocking chair and coffee table. I drove home muttering over finances. We are trying to finish fixing up a few things so we can refinance as things have been rather tight. So I know that we need to use the money we have to stretch the farthest but felt like I was just settling.

(This is where I wind up for the dope slap.)

We got home, hubby brought in the new stuff and clean it off and then arranged it just so.!!! It looks so good!

Now I’m feeling like an inch tall for the snarky remarks I made. Dude was right on the money – again – and I had questioned him. I felt so stupid. I’m able to look from my kitchen through the dining room into the family room all the way into the living room and I see the new rocking chair and it looks rather lovely.

*Big sigh*

I am so loving everything coming together. I just feel like a major schmuck for question my hubby, my best friend. I’ve been banging my head against the wall wondering what is my deal? How come I’m so jaded that I’m questioning EVERYTHING?

I’ll have mental debates over what to cook for dinner, what to wear even though I’m staying at home so it doesn’t matter – everything. Should I, shouldn’t I? Major mental unrest and then I start to second and third guess myself. Then I noticed I wasted too much time trying to make up my mind and then I don't get nearly as much stuff done as I need to. This of course causes me angst and then I throw my hands in the air and say screw it.

In part of getting slipper slapped, Joyce said about entering into the rest of God. That He knows what is ahead and if I truly believe what His word says about me then I would stop worrying – that I would trust God. And when I’m worrying I’m telling God loud and clear that I’m not trusting Him.

Dope slap to the head - AGAIN!

I told the Hubs I need a digital camera as everything is so purty it needs to be shown off. He told me to get a friend to come over and take the picture. Sheesh! Maybe give him the dope slap! Actually I ain't going near him right now. I pushed too hard about something he said he would take care of Monday so now I'm the bad guy. Ugh. I feel a chill.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

The Taxman Cometh

Since it’s tax day I thought I would share a few insights on what I have learned about the dark side of the taxman. This is just my two cents.

Uncle Sam has a lot of bling and we pay for it. In return he provides a lot like clean water, sewer system, trash pick up, electricity, being able to walk to a near by store without fear of it being blown to bits - those types of things.

In general, an overall sense of well being for yourself and your neighbors thanks to having the best military on the planet to make sure it stays that way. Ooh-yaw!

Needless to say there are a lot of things we are thankful for.

But I’ve noticed that Uncle Sam has a brother that is rather creepy. Dude has a reputation and it really isn't that good. We all mutter about him but I’ve noticed a few things about the IRS.

My experience with them is: if you cooperate they will work with you. They won't yell and scream at you or threaten to take your liver. However if you don't cooperate they will pin you to the ground until you scream uncle. They will put pressure on anyone that is close to you to force you to say uncle. If you still refuse they throw your butt in prison to rethink your position and then let you out to try again.

The truly scary scenario is when someone decides to give the creepy brother a Twin Salute of a double birdie and then poke him in the eye. He really, really, really doesn’t like it. To quote "He’ll kill ya and then he’ll go to work on ya." Ocean’s Eleven.

There are many people out there that want to say that there are laws saying that it is a voluntary system of paying taxes and that there is no law for failure to file. Okay, all of that is way above my attention span but I can tell you that NO COURT has backed any of the said claims. But the excuse is that the courts are working for them, they, whatever.

Another thing to look out for is people talking about putting property in a trust fund. All that is fine IF you are talking to an honest to goodness lawyer and not some desk jockey that can’t hold down a real job. There are people that are making a butt load of money running seminars on how to do this. Yet, time after time when the heat is on those people are long gone.

My folks, I think, are one of many people that got scammed. So scammed that to admit it would truly be terrible – for them. Who wants to own up that they blew off everything that they had worked for their whole lives based on misguided information?

They aren’t stupid people. I’ve noticed that when you are self-employed that the system basically taxes the small business to death – literally. I don’t have the answers but I’ve watched frustrated business people loose their shirts over taxes. They are smart people that are just trying to make a living in the game of life. Why are so many people getting flushed down the toilet?

I read somewhere that the truth is so powerful that it has to be surrounded by a pack of lies. I’ve seen people believe what is truth about laws and tax codes but fail to address all the lies that surround that line of thinking. Like, is this legal or can I go to jail??

The IRS has on their own website a list of the top ten scams. I’ve heard well it’s all about propaganda and you can’t trust them to be honest about it. It's spooky.

I heard there is a guy who doesn’t want to pay tax cuz he doesn’t want to support the war. And the news media said that it wasn’t a big deal. Say what?? Would you like to know how many people are in prison over taxes? A lot!

My Mom would write to us and tell us that this person had this piece of the puzzle and this person had another. Me, being me, always said "if it didn’t keep their butt out of prison than golly gee, no thanks and you might want to rethink that".

She never appreciates my line of thinking.

I have heard tons of scriptures to back up what they are saying. The scary part is there is some truth to what is being said and there have been good people that have gotten royally screwed by the taxman. I keep going back to what the courts are ruling on. If you’ve ever been through a court experience then you also know there are some things that are just off. A lot of people will tell you that the courts are messed up. I would have to agree.

The IRS will go to the courts to set their case against you and the courts will send the police to do the dirty work and will smack you around.

Now in their defense, police are like the janitors of society – they have to clean a lot of mess up. But what I hold against them is that they treat all people like animals. I know our society has lost the value of life but to see it in the eyes of people that are keeping our neighborhoods safe was scary on many levels.

There are some police that I’m convinced that they are either angels on a secret mission or they are people trying to do their best but are on the front line of spiritual warfare. There are some that are from the pit of hell and enjoy bullying anyone they can get their hands on.

I've listen to lots of people and the over all opinion is that the police are a necessary evil. How sad. FYI - police have NO sense of humor. Believe me, I tried.

If paying taxes and filing is such a pain try to look at it as it beats sitting in jail and knowing that everything you owned got carted off. Trust me, that really helps to keep things into perspective.

Again, I don’t have the answers. I’ve seen power abused and used wrongly and I’ve seen people handle situations poorly only to make things worse. I've seen far too many families get destroyed over it. But I also think the system needs to be overhauled because they don't even follow their own rules! Whatever happened to checks and balances? Isn't there consequences for our actions - why doesn't that apply to the government?

Taxes – looks like not much has changed through the history of man has it? *Sigh*

But the good news is, I just saved a bunch of money by switching car insurance. Okay, that's not true but we did get a refund so that's good.

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Happy Dance

I stood up from my computer after shutting it down. I slowly shuffled out of the room turning off lights as I go. I paused for a few moments to look at another room completed and let out a satisfied sigh.

I shuffle towards the kitchen and turn off the last light.

I paused for a moment…what was that? Still listening – nothing. I shrug my shoulders and shuffled over to the stairs. Wait. I’m almost positive I hear something.

I slowly creep over to the door and peek out the window…nothing. I look out a few more windows all nothing.

I decided I best get on upstairs and head to bed as we had church to go to. I put my hand on the rail and took my first step when…there it was again. I took a couple more steps and I heard something bump into the wall. This got me moving up the stairs as who knows what it was but the Hubs would have to deal with it.

I flew into our room and jumped on the bed.

"Honey, wake up!! There’s something…."

Bam! Tackled from behind, my face was planted into my pillow with something heavy pinning me down.

I felt hot breath on my ear.

"Gotcha." it said. And then the weight was lifted off of me as light flooded the room.

I whirled around to see the Hubs with a wicked grin on his face and his beady little eyes gleaming with mischief.


"I had you going, didn’t I?"

"Yes, you did."

"Now come over here I want to show you something." I said in a saucy voice.

His eyes light up with hope and just when he’s a few feet away from me Wham! I hit him with my pillow. Evil cackling fills the room as I enjoy my short lived moment of glory. I went to take another lung full of mockery when Biff! his pillow smacked me upside my head.

Yeah, we’re that mature.

That is what WOULD have happened IF there wasn’t a handful things that went wrong. The faux (I think that’s how to spell it) didn’t turn out so I ended up painting it solid, I had to climb up on a baker which is rolling scaffold a thousand times as we have 10 ft. ceilings. I'm still black and blue from banging into it. Then the crooked floor gave Hubs major fits not to mention the instruction for laying down laminate flooring is retarded.

I’m sore, Hubs was sore, and if we had a cuss jar it would be full to the rim and overflowing – and I’m not sure who would have filled it. To say the mood was gone was an understatement.
We stumbled out of bed and went to church and actually managed to get ALL of our kids AND the food. Miracle!

We came home and got it all finished and then we ambushed each other!

It was like the scene in The Incredibles where everything is blowing up around them and they gaze into each other’s eyes and say "Oh, I love you." Yeah – like that.

But hey there was another satisfied sigh – on all accounts.

Saturday, April 12, 2008


Okay, so it's 3 am - ish. If I could move my arms I think I would give myself the Twin Salute which is a double birdie.

I've missed my bloggy friends. But do know I did a lot of praying and it's all good in the hood.

Walls painted - check. Just finished second coat on trim - check. Tomorrow I'm cleaning the windows and hubby will hang new curtains and then put down a new floor. And oh how we need a new floor. Nothing says "dump" than what is currently there.

In case you were wondering - no way would I let the guys help paint. I have enough issues why add a few more.
It's a really bold color.
I have no way of posting pictures as I don't have digital or a scanner - and I'm bitter about that.
I don't mind white walls if other colors are added - wallpaper is good.
We lived in a lot of apartments and our decor was Winnie the Pooh - with a touch of poo added for some effect. I swear a maintenance man actually asked if we had kids. Duh stupid we have toddlers which means we trashed the place.

The weird thing is home improvements and camping seem to be an aphrodisiac for my husband. I'm gross as I haven't had a shower for a few days, and I'm in bum clothes. Great. Way to boost my self-esteem dear.

I've had to wear clothes more than one day. Ick. Every time I lifted my arms I about passed out. While my hair is paint free it's still in a sad state. And this - this turns him on??

This is probably why I'm blogging to make sure he's really asleep before I go to bed. I accused him of waiting to ambush me as I'm too sore and tired to fight him off. Dude just grinned at me.

Cheeky devil.

The bright side is I haven't had to cooked dinner for a few nights. The down side is I need a shovel to see my sink as every dish is dirty.

And if that wasn't thrilling enough my laundry has exploded all over the place. Which is odd because the boys decided to hang out in pjs for two days so where is all the laundry coming from?

Because they had to stay out of the way the boys thought that the rules didn't apply anymore. So when faced with total annihilation or do something to keep them from being annihilated they decided to just play video games. Yeah, another blow to the homeschool mother's ego. At least Thing2 read a book - so all is not lost.

All in time for the church buffet were I need to bring TWO dishes to pass.


Mom called to see if we were still alive after hearing a tornado was in the area. Okay, whatever. She asked what I was doing and I said painting. She got all excited and offered to help and I got all excited by telling her no.

I'm bad. BUT she ended the conversation so I could get back to work so I was just staying focused - yeah that's the ticket.

And Joyce - let's just say I got slipper slapped repeatedly in a few of her teachings. So right now I am tired on multiple levels. Hope y'all have a good weekend.

Now where's that chocolate...

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

I Feel Whooped

We have an old house as in 120+ years old. We've only lived in it for two years and it has been a slow rebuild.

Since Uncle Sam looked at how much we make, he decided golly gee he's robbed us by quite a bit so here's a few cracker crumbs to give your crumb-crushers. Gee thanks. But yes, I'll take those crumbs thankyouverymuch.

I actually got a date with my hubby - to Home Depot. Oh, mighty Depot how we love thee if only your bounty goodness was for free or at least that we could afford all of your brilliance.

Hubby added some extra trim to our family room as some bonehead gutted all the original wood and put up a flat trim. Bor-ing! He fancied it up and I finally got all the caulking done. Now that is some good stuff. Hides a lot of sin so to speak.

One thing we have found out that they didn't have modern tools back then - like a level! NOTHING is straight in this house so you have to learn the art of fudgery. And caulking is the preferred tool of fudge-o-matic.

While I was finishing that up Hubby put in a light over the sink and I am so geeked out. It truly is too bad I don't have a digital camera to show off what we are doing. There are a few more things we are finishing off and Hubby has been so happy he has actually leaped out of bed for the last few days.

That is a foreign concept for me - leaping out of bed - on purpose that didn't involve cleaning up vomit or blood. Just what you wanted to know.

Now that all the caulking is done that means - drum roll - I is ready to paint!!

I swear my mother loves paint fumes because she was always painting something. It seems I have developed this as well. No, I'm not a sniffer but it is so nice to get COLOR on a wall. White is only an accent color not a wall color.

But what this means is I won't be able to move my arm due to the sheer amount of oh-my-gosh that hurts. I'm already feeling it with climbing up and down the ladder etc.

Which I would like to give a shout out to the makers of ibuprofen! The amount of usage I will be doing will make my arm cuss me out until I give it lots and lots of ibuprofen. My arm is already muttering at me for even typing as it's still a bit tender.

Did I mention I've had to move furniture and such out of the way?? Yeah, that's why I'm so whooped.

I tried to tell the arm that it will recover and that my eyes will really appreciate it. I think my arm gave my eyes the bird. I have no idea what came over it. Oh who am I kidding? I know how tired, stiff and sore I'm going to be.

I'm taking a few days off so I can get all this done and then we can get our house back in order cuz right now it's a mess! I'll be listening to some Joyce Meyer as she has the ability to slap me up side the head yet encourage me all at the same time. What a lovely combination. I also like to pray when I'm doing house work so I'm keeping everyone's situation on the front burner while I'm at it.

Then I'll probably need prayer for my body! Agony! And lots of chocolate - to celebrate a job well done. I didn't have to cook dinner tonight so that was a plus. Wonder how long I can get away with that one? Hmmm.

Monday, April 7, 2008


My Dad sent me this email.


When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it. Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person.

Her name was 'Information Please' and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's number and the correct time. My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway.

The telephone!

Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. 'Information, please' I said into the mouthpiece just above my head. A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear. 'Information.'
'I hurt my finger...' I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.
'Isn't your mother home?' came the question.
'Nobody's home but me,' I blubbered.
'Are you bleeding?' the voice asked.
'No,' I replied. 'I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts.'
'Can you open the icebox?' she asked.
I said I could.
'Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger,' said the voice.

After that, I called 'Information Please' for everything. I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.

Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called, Information Please,' and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her, 'Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?'

She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, ' Wayne always remember that there are other worlds to sing in.' Somehow I felt better. Another day I was on the telephone, 'Information Please.' 'Information,' said in the now familiar voice. 'How do I spell fix?' I asked. All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest.

When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston . I missed my friend very much. 'Information Please' belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me.

Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy. A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now.

Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown Operator and said, 'Information Please.' Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well. 'Information.' I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, 'Could you please tell me how to spell fix?' There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, 'I guess your finger must have healed by now.'

I laughed, 'So it's really you,' I said. 'I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?'
'I wonder,' she said, 'if you know how much your call meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls.'
I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister. 'Please do', she said. 'Just ask for Sally.'

Three months later I was back in Seattle A different voice answered 'Information.' I asked for Sally.
'Are you a friend?' she asked.
'Yes, a very old friend,' I answered.
'I'm sorry to have to tell you this,' she said. 'Sally had been working part-time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago.'

Before I could hang up she said, 'Wait a minute, did you say your name was Wayne ?' 'Yes.' I answered. 'Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you.' The note said, 'Tell him there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean.' I thanked her and hung up.

I knew what Sally meant. Never underestimate the impression you may make on others. Whose life have you touched today? May you find the joy and peace you long for. Life is a journey ... NOT a guided tour. So don't miss the ride and have a great time going around you don't get a second shot at it. I hope you enjoy it and get a blessing from it just as I did.

'The happiest people don't have the best of everything, they just make the best of everything.'

Thursday, April 3, 2008

Is There A Doctor In The House??

J.Q. gave me a visual when he was talking about coffee.

The hot water poured across the ground coffee swirling around in an aromatic dance turning H2O into liquid gold. After the sway of the caffeinated infusion is complete, the coffee drips through a filter filling a pot for all to take hold of it’s goodness.

Now imagine what that coffee would be like without that filter. Gritty and grainy - bitter.

I swear I was born without a filter.

I know I’m not the only one with this problem.

But I keep finding myself in these situations where I don’t filter what has been brewing in my head and out it comes spewing all of it’s gritty graininess. So of course you are going to drink what you say, so to speak, and once again I find a mouthful of yuck.

Lord not again.

It has never been my intent to gossip about anyone – regardless of what people think. I just find that I don’t seem to have the ability to filter.

So then things get taken out of context and because I said one too many things I find a pot full of yuck.

In dealing with a situation I yet again went too far in an explanation, thus causing someone to overreact. This overreaction then turned into a slice and dice. I seem to attend a church where this is their motto…

I have been deeply wounded by other people. I am not without blame and have wounded them back as well. I felt the knife go in and it cut deep so I lashed back baring my own blade seeking its mark.

Years have gone by and no matter how I have approached the subject it has been a wound that would not heal. It did not matter what I said or did nothing resolved it. It was sort of agreed to just ignore it and move on. And I have moved on. Granted I knew it was scarred over but thought it was healed underneath to the best of my ability.

Yet, I find a friend has hacked open this old wound. I do see that her intentions were pure but it went deep. And what I thought was healed – lets just say the stench of it has hit me full in the face.

Dear Lord, how long has that been rotting away? And I thought it was healed.

My friend told me some things that were said about me behind my back recently. As I ponder those words I search my own heart and I listen to the words that I have said behind another’s back. I do see some truth.

All is not fine.

I can now see that plain as day. I’ve noticed looks and picked up vibes and could feel that junk rolling around underneath but chose to just walk away from it rather than deal with it.

My friend has sent me a card encouraging me to throw off what is hindering me and run the race that I was called to. The puzzling thing is I thought I was and this has been a sucker punch out of no where.

Yet again I’m wounded – bleeding – from a hand of a friend AGAIN.

I can honestly say now that I’m not mad at either party. I just want the hurting to stop. I don’t know how to fix it. I don’t know how to heal it but I do know that it has been a rotting festering wound on all sides.

God forgive me. In my pride of being hurt and choosing to soldier on, suck it up and get over it because I truly thought I was over it. I’m so frustrated with myself as well as the whole situation.

Part of me wants to yell this is stupid.

I’m not using this to publicly flog anyone even though I know there is a chance both are reading this. I have in the past tried for reconciliation but was told everything was fine even though I can see it hasn’t been on both sides.

This has not been easy. If you recall I didn’t even want to go to the ladies retreat due to some of this past junk. I thought I was minding my own business and staying out of the way. I wasn’t peeing in anyone’s pool. I had more than enough on my plate to deal with.

But snippets here and there stir the bull up. Bull in a china shop. I wasn’t even heading towards the china shop but once again I got shoved into one and did what bulls do best.

I wasn’t born with a filter but man, Lord, put a guard over my mouth. While I did not start this I find myself entangled and snared once again. My one fault was saying too much than what I was suppose to and another cup full of a bitter mess. Yip freakin hah.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008


A few funnies as right now I certainly can use it.


Little Carol came into the kitchen where her mother was making dinner. Her birthday was coming up and she thought this was a good time to tell her mother what she wanted. "Mom, I want a bike for my birthday."

Now, Little Carol was a bit of a troublemaker. She had gotten into trouble at school and at home. Carol's mother asked her if she thought she deserved to get a bike for her birthday. Little Carol, of course, thought she did. Carol's mother, being a Christian woman, wanted her to reflect on her behavior over the last year, and write a letter to God and tell him why she deserved a bike for her birthday. Little Carol stomped up the steps to her room and sat down to write God a letter.


Dear God: I have been a very good girl this year and I would like a bike for my birthday. I want a red one.
Your friend, Carol

Carol knew this wasn't true. She had not been a very good girl this year, so she tore up the letter and started over.


Dear God: This is your friend Carol. I have been a pretty good girl this year, and I would like a red bike for my birthday.
Thank you, Carol

Carol knew this wasn't true either. She tore up the letter and started again.


Dear God: I know I haven't been a good girl this year. I am very sorry. I will be a good girl if you just send me a red bike for my birthday.
Thank you, Carol

Carol knew, even if it was true, this letter was not going to get her a bike. By now, she was very upset. She went downstairs and told her mother she wanted to go to church. Carol's mother thought her plan had worked because Carol looked very sad. "Just be home in time for dinner," her mother said.

Carol walked down the street to the church and up to the altar. She looked around to see if anyone was there. She picked up a statue of the Virgin Mary , slipped it under her jacket and ran out of the church, down the street, into her house, and up to her room. She shut the door and sat down and wrote her letter to God.



I swear this is clean!

George Carlin's Solution to Save Gasoline

Bush wants us to cut the amount of gas we use.....
The best way to stop using so much gas is to deport 11 million illegal immigrants!
That would be 11million less people using our gas. The price of gas would come down.....
Bring our troops home from Iraq to guard the Border....
When they catch an illegal immigrant crossing the border, hand him a canteen, rifle and some ammo and ship him to Iraq ..
Tell him if he wants to come to America then he must serve a tour in the military....
Give him a soldier's pay while he's there and tax him on it.....
After his tour, he will be allowed to become a citizen since he defended this country.....
He will also be registered to be taxed and be a legal patriot.....
This option will probably deter illegal immigration and provide a solution for the troops in
Iraq and the aliens trying to make a better life for themselves.. ...
If they refuse to serve, ship them to Iraq anyway, without the canteen, rifle or ammo.....
Problem solved.....