Thursday, December 20, 2012

The Craziness Continues

It all started Monday too. For some reason, teenage boys think that has soon as a cookie is made it NEEDS to be consumed immediately. I've also noticed that these same creatures can eat their weight in cookies. This made "preparing" for Hubby's Christmas party impossible.

And, of course, dude wanted to get a tin for each of the people he works with at the clinic with different stuff in it. Thank goodness he wasn't making it for the hospital staff because I would have raised the white flag of surrender and bought cookies from the store. But since it was 5 tins worth, I was cool with it because I have no life, I've spent countless hours on Pinterest gathering different recipes I wanted to try. I would try a few and before you could say, "frost my cookies" everything was gone! Gone, I tell you!! G-O-N-E!!!!!

Clearly, I had to up my game. And by up my game I mean wait until the last second to get everything done.

Monday was the day of reckoning and the baking began. I totally miscalculated and thought I got half the stuff done. Nope. And all this baking takes a lot longer since I have to wash everything up.

I still mourn my dishwasher.

Tuesday rolled around with not only more stuff to do, but we had to go grocery shopping and I wasn't done with the list, AND auntie flow showed up. I kicked it into overdrive and got it all done by 3 A.M. Hubby and I make a great team because he said he wanted to give them lots of variety but there was no way I could have gotten all that stuff into the tins. So go us! And I heard I was the hit of the party and then they demanded that I start a food truck. Not gonna happen!

I spent Wednesday trying to recover by trying to do as little as possible. The kitchen is still a mess. I haven't even tackled the cookie sheets and I'm waiting for ambition to show back up. I have a feeling this will be a long wait. I got up today and was a bit disturbed when auntie flo looking at all the chocolate goodness and said, "Happy Hanukkah, Marv."

I didn't even know that about myself.

And then today, both Jared and I are feeling a bit plugged up. Great. We must have picked up more than groceries at stuffmart. Still no ambition on getting the kitchen back together and now I'm tackling laundry. But we are counting down the days until school break. The guys got their chemistry test done and Jared finished his spelling book. Tomorrow will be a super light day.

Bring on the happy dance!

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

The Mind And The Heart

My mind can't seem to wrap its way around what happened Friday. And my heart is just broken for everyone involved. Friday Facebook started to explode with what was going on, so I turned on TV and then spent the rest of the afternoon glued to the thing. The pictures got me the most and I made a little effort to keep the tears at bay. But the next day when I saw the list of the kids and their ages........I bawled my head off.

So many people are blogging about it all and have said it way better than I could ever hope to do so, but just the shock of it all doesn't want to go away. I saw a quote that one of the kids said, "Christmas is canceled." and my heart broke all over again.

I have experienced tragedy and had my world turned upside down all around the holidays. I know people who have gone through horrific stuff all around dashing through the snow, peace on earth, and Christmas plays all while their hearts were beyond broken. I remember, at the time, thinking is nothing sacred? Why does bad stuff always happen around the time we are celebrating joy and peace causing us to wonder how will we ever experience those things again?

I think as time is winding down, more evil will show up. I also think tremendous good will as well. You hear stories of how the teachers saved lives and the first responders put an end to the shooters rampage saving even more lives. 

Maybe I shouldn't be surprised that evil tries to rise up during Christmas time. After all, Christmas is a reminder to all the forces of evil that their territory was invaded by a tiny baby and whipped the snot out of them and took away the keys to hell and death! And I'm sure that the devil's everlasting shame will be how he lost by something so innocent as a child. Why else does it prey after the innocent - the children?

Everyone is all upset and freaking out over guns and stronger gun control. Am I the only one that noticed that the guy tried to buy a rifle and couldn't? The current law worked - it stopped him from buying a rifle. However, it didn't stop him from getting one anyway. Gun control isn't the answer. Mental health issues needs to be addressed before another gun law is passed.

Psych meds are extremely expensive and a lot of insurance companies don't even cover all of it. We live in a fallen world with messed up people who need help. While all of us fall under that category, there are people who need serious help.  I know someone who is horrendously depressed but won't get medical help because it's too expensive. It makes me sad to see this person so different from the fun loving person I remember growing up.

I've had a handful of people tell me I need therapy, although I've also had more people tell me I am incredibly strong and those people don't know their butt from a hole in the ground.

(That saying also makes me crack up laughing because, apparently, I am still 12.)

I don't know if I needed therapy or not - my blog has been a picture of one person's struggle to trudge on. But I never felt that I was too far gone or that my happy meal was several fries short. Life was just a huge struggle. Still is, but I've got better coping skills now. That and getting away from fake people who can't tell the truth if their lives depended on it certainly helped.

For me, I had Jesus to help me pick up what pieces I had left and moved on. It worked for me, but I sometimes wonder about what do people do when that doesn't work for them? What exactly IS mental health and how do you know if you're healthy or nuttier than a fruitcake? And what is a person supposed to do if they can't afford to get any help? I think that is the bigger issue.

I think as Christians it's time to arm ourselves spiritually, mentally, and physically, because evil is alive and well and it's not just going to go away on its own.

"Put on the full armor of God so that you can take your stand against the devil's schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Therefore, put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything , to stand..." Eph. 6:11-13

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

What A Pill

No, not me. Well, yes I can be, but that's not what I meant. Ahem! Moving on.

I should start a whole series on the tales from Fred's work. I'm not sure how ethical that is but oh my gosh, the stories!!! They are rather epic.

How epic, you may ponder? How's this - lady came in to get some of her psych meds. As in medication for multiple personality disorder. Aaaannnd she threw a fit demanding to know why her meds weren't ready. Confusion was had by all as they remembered she had picked it up....yesterday. She didn't believe them and when they pulled up her file and showed her her signature she flew into a cussing fit. Turns out her other personality picked it up and signed for it.......under that personality's name. She told the staff under no circumstances was that person allowed to pick up her meds.

Wow! How do you explain that one? They had to remind her that this other person's name is listed on the approved list of person to pick up medicine.

My head ends up hurting trying to keep all the rules and regulations straight. And I don't even work there, which is a good thing because I have a feeling I would let my crusty broad self out and she would offend the masses causing me to get fired from the sheer number of complaints. But man what a day that would have been!

Similar case with a lady with dementia. She didn't remember picking up her medicine, cussed out the staff but then came back later in the afternoon to apologize when she found her medicine.

Those people you feel sorry for. But the cases where someone comes in pitching a fit wanting stuff for free? Well, that about sets Hubby pooh right off. So much so, that dude actually stepped his foot into it. I've made him tell me this story like 5 times now because I just can't believe that he would do something like this. Stuff like this never happens to him. Me? All the freaking time, but not him. I was so proud.

He said some guy came in asking for a blood pressure cuff. Fred informed him that they don't carry that and should check out a CVS, Walgreen's, or a medical supply store. The guy said, "They want me to pay for it."
Thinking the guy had left, Fred said to the other gals, "Wow. What a concept that a store wants you to pay for stuff. They must have been all out of the free stuff."  Before he could finish the guy yelled, "I heard that @$$hole!"

Crap like that happens to me all.the.time. So for Fred to stick his foot in it? Priceless! He didn't make any apology to the guy either which only made the guy angrier. Lot of dang nerve to come in pitching a fit that you have to pay for something.

Thank you, Congress! You have totally raised a bunch of idiots that want everything for nothing. Oh wait, that's what you do. Well, aren't you appalled by the competition?? Grr.

We've been having this discussion lately that we've noticed we have zero tolerance for people who refuse to get off their butt and do their part. Example, we were at stuffmart doing our thing when this group of people - I have no idea who was mom or friend and which kid belong to whom. I noticed on bumping into them at different areas of the store that the kids had no manners, was disruptive, and destructive. One boy was pitching a fit about wanting a skateboard, when he was told no he kicked the board sending it flying down the lane and ended up going under the shelves.

No one in the group said one word to the boy.

We get over to the dairy area and one little girl had a total and complete meltdown. I mean you had to go look thinking someone was hacking this poor child into pieces from all the commotion. Again, no one in the group of 6 adults said anything to the kid that was being murdalated. Up and down the aisle they went at a leisure pace with the screaming child in tow.

I'm not sure when exactly I snapped but I found myself saying waaaay too loudly, "birth control or paddle, pick one!" Fred, and a few other people, started cracking up laughing. And right at that moment the group with the screaming child came around the corner.

Talk about awkward. Why yes, I was given a dirty look. How could you tell?

In my defense, I was rather surprised they understood English. Judging from the hand gestures they understood exactly what I said, but I found it unfair that I didn't understand their reply because I was more than happy to have that discussion.

Dear Lord, someone better intervene because I have been getting a bit feisty lately.

I think I might be too touchy on the whole kid subject. I have busted my butt to make sure my kids behave so, silly me, thinks why don't other people do the same thing? If you won't discipline them, then don't have them. Fred was telling some of the gals this at work and they all thought it was hilarious.

I get kids having meltdown, having to do the mad dash to get the basics and get out before def con 4 was reached. What I don't understand is how no one in this group of adults said a blooming thing to the kid. At one point they just stood there talking while the kid hit pitches that would have caused a dog to have seizures. And this went on and on and on for over 20 minutes.

My eye twitch showed up and according to Jared, I had a look that could have melted metal. I think it was because they followed us up one aisle and down the other is what sent me over the edge. And after my snide remark, they went to a different area. I know because I could still hear the kid. But then again, we were in a Wal-Mart.

Fred said he's allergic to people. I'm either right there with him or I'm turning into a curmudgeon. Wonder if they make a pill to help with that?

Friday, December 7, 2012

Toss Your Head Back And Laugh

You know you need to. It's been a bit crazy here. I'm so over the school year - and it's only December. It was a hard week keeping everyone on track. Right now I'm just praying that the chemistry test will get done before dinner time. And that's all I have to say about that.

Stupid chemistry.

So as I'm battling the eye twitching, I finally have enough decent jokes I can pass along. I know, I haven't done this in a long time but honestly, I had some slim pickings. Sit back, laugh, and remember to take a deep breath and be thankful you're not taking or giving a chemistry test. Unless you're a chemistry teacher......then I feel sorry for you.

A British Engineer just started his own business in Afghanistan.
He's making land minds that look like prayer mats.
It's doing well.
He says prophets are going through the roof.

Farm kids in Minnesota: 

You can never underestimate the innovativeness of American Farm Boys:
At a high school in Minnesota, a group of male students played a prank.
They let three goats loose inside the school.
But before turning them loose, they painted the numbers on the sides of the goats: 1, 2, and 4.
School Administrators spent most of the day looking for No. 3.

Funny sayings:

1. Never slap a man who's chewing tobacco.
2. Never kick a cow chip on a hot day.
3. There are two theories to arguing with a woman. Neither works.
4. Never miss a good chance to shut up.
5. Always drink upstream from the herd.
6. If you find yourself in a hole, stop digging.
7. The quickest way to double your money is to fold it and put it back into your pocket.
8. There are three kinds of men:
    The ones that learn by reading.
    The few who learn by observation.
    The rest of them have to pee on the electric fence and find out for themselves.
9. Good judgment comes from experience, and a lot of that comes from bad judgment.
10. If you're riding' ahead of the herd, take a look back every now and then to make sure it's still there.
11. Lettin' the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier'n puttin' it back.
12. After eating an entire bull, a mountain lion felt so good he started roaring. He kept it up until a hunter came along and shot him.  The moral: When you're full of bull, keep your mouth shut.

1st Affair:
A married man was having an affair with his secretary. One day they went to her place and made love all afternoon.
Exhausted, they fell asleep
and woke up at 8 PM.

The man hurriedly dressed and told his lover to take his shoes
outside and rub them in the grass and dirt.
He put on his shoes and drove home.
'Where have you been?' his wife demanded.
'I can't lie to you,' he replied,
'I'm having an affair with my secretary. We had sex all afternoon.'

She looked down at his shoes and said: 'You lying bastard! You've been playing golf!'

2nd Affair:  
A middle-aged couple had two beautiful daughters but always talked about having a son.
They decided to try one last time
for the son they always wanted.
The wife got pregnant and delivered a healthy baby boy.

The joyful father rushed to the nursery to see his new son.
He was horrified at the ugliest child
he had ever seen.

He told his wife: 'There's no way I can be the father of this baby. Look at the two beautiful daughters I fathered! Have you been fooling around behind my back?'

The wife smiled sweetly and replied: 'No, not this time!'


3rd Affair:
A mortician was working late one night.
He examined the body of Mr. Schwartz,
about to be cremated, and made a startling discovery.
Schwartz had the largest private part
he had ever seen!

'I'm sorry Mr. Schwartz,' the mortician commented, 'I can't allow you to be cremated
with such an impressive private part. It must be saved for posterity.'

So, he removed it,
stuffed it into his briefcase, and took it home.
'I have something to show you won't believe,' he said to his wife, opening his briefcase.
'My God!' the wife exclaimed, 'Schwartz is dead!'

4th Affair:
Jake was dying. His wife sat at the bedside. He looked up and said weakly: 'I have something I must confess.'

'There's no need to, 'his wife replied.

'No,' he insisted,
'I want to die in peace. I slept with your sister, your best friend, her best friend, and your mother!'

'I know,' she replied. 'Now just rest and let the poison work.'


The Clerk at Cabela's

A woman goes into Cabela's to buy a rod and reel for her grandson's birthday.รก She doesn't know which one to get, so she just grabs one and goes over to the counter. 
The clerk was standing behind the counter wearing dark glasses.
She says to him, "Excuse me, sir. Can you tell me anything about this rod and reel?"

He says, "Ma'am, I'm completely blind; but if you'll drop it on the counter, I can tell you everything from the sound it makes."
She doesn't believe him but drops it on the counter anyway. 
He says, "That's a six-foot Shakespeare graphite rod with a Zebco 404 reel and 10-lb. test line. It's a good
all-around combination, and it's on sale this week for only $20.00."
She says, "It's amazing that you can tell all that just by the sound of it dropping on the counter. I'll take it!"

 As she opens her purse, her credit card drops on the floor. 

"Oh, that sounds like a Master Card," he says.
She bends down to pick it up and accidentally expels gas. At first she is really embarrassed, but then realizes there is no way the blind clerk could tell it was her who tooted. Being blind, he wouldn't know that she was the only person around.

The man rings up the sale and says, "That'll be $34.50 please."
The woman is totally confused by this and asks, "Didn't you tell me the rod and reel were on sale for $20.00? How did you get $34.50?"
He replies, "Well, ma'am, the rod and reel is $20.00, but the Duck Call is $11.00, and the Catfish Bait is $3.50."
She paid it and left without saying a word!!

Hope you had your chuckle for the day!

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

This Just Isn't Going To Be Pretty

What could be so hideous you may wonder? My grocery bill that's what! I haven't even left the house and I'm already bawling at the sheer amount of money we're going to fork over to stuffmart.

Sheesh, if we didn't shop there for their low-low prices, I think we would be totally screwed.

And why is it that everything is needed? It's like everything waited to synchronize their watches to turn up empty all at once. If that wasn't enough, the sweeper did in fact, died. Anytime I turn it on, it sounds like it's trying to hack a live animal to bits. I'm pretty sure that's a sign that it's not working. And that's was after it belched out a cloud of dust all over the already dirty floor.


However, we won't have room for a sweeper so that will have to wait for a different trip. Not to mention one of the guys destroyed their sheets. Someone slid off the bed and grabbed the sheet to try to stop from falling and ended up ripping a hole in the middle of it. So it's looking like I'll have to do separate trips to stuffmart.

Oh, could I please?!?

Said no one E-V-E-R!!!!

But I have a serious lists of goodness to make. I'm almost afraid I've gained 5 pounds just by looking at the list. Don't even tell me to just take a few things off the list because we're at this stage where we can't do much, kids are all beyond wanting toys, and are only getting one big item. So snacks are pretty much all they have left to look forward to. So sad. Although, I'm concern the Hubby is looking forward to it more than they are. Dude gets seriously cranky until cookies start showing up.

And I'm the crazy one because why?!?!?

Pinterest has been awesome on finding new stuff. I have no idea how to link to my Pinterest page, besides I forget half the time to pin something. I either print it off, or write it down and then keep the goodness to myself.

Truly a wonder why I don't have more friends with such a giving attitude. *cough, cough*

Although, I'm still mad that I didn't get my mom's sense of decorating. I see all these pretty ideas and I tried once and it looked like a preschooler got into mamma's craft supply and almost glued her fingers to the centerpiece.

It wasn't pretty.

And thanks to Pinterest I now want a baby and a whole new wardrobe. Not like that's going to happen. Saturday we happened to hit Goodwill on like half off day. The guys all got some great stuff for not much. Epic score!! I, however, got a big nothing. I don't seem to do well at stores like that. There was stuff there but I was just eh. I need to be extra in love with something as I don't have much room left in my closet. I seem to have issues with parting with my clothes. I have stuff I should just give up and get rid of as in it's been years since I've worn it, but every time I go to do this I think, "well....maybe" and then shove the thing back in the closet eating up valuable hanger space.


But do you think I would ask Mr. I pitch everything to help me break this mysterious bond? That would be a big N to the O and go ahead and toss in a hell in there to. (That would be hell no, if you couldn't follow)

I've tried the bring something home, something must leave route only to have me just take something off a hanger and then proceed to shove it up on the shelf. I'm going to go out on a limb and say I don't think that's what it was supposed to accomplish.

Just another stroll down crazy lane.

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Tsk, Tsk

My time gets away from me a lot lately. I can't say I'm busy running here or there, but it just seems like I don't have much time for myself lately or I'm only getting snippets. Obviously, the blog pays for it.

So. How's your month been going? Mine has been a blur. Just a lot of lather, rinse, repeat. I'm going to say, yet again, I miss my dishwasher.

Thanksgiving went off just fine. My folks were here and it wasn't too bad. Mom went off on a few crazy rants but I'm getting pretty good at shutting them down. We pigged out on food and we were thankful. Watched some TV with the folks while the boys made themselves scarce. I did pat myself on the back for how far I've come. Then gave God a high-five because it hasn't been easy. Can't say as they've changed but how I handle things is totally different.

Fred had to work the weekend so we were a bit late in our tradition of putting up the Christmas decorations. We had the tree up and discovered a few of our strands of lights were dead. Sad looking tree with most of the lights on had to wait another day for Fred to pick stuff up on the way home.

I miss having a vehicle to do stupid errands. Because having to wait for stuff gets old real quick.

Also found out my sweeper is having issues. Not sure if it's hormonal and just a bit crazy or if it's in its death throws. Lets just say, it hasn't been pretty.

Fred had an office party for thanksgiving and recipes were demanded. Made me laugh. Except now I have all this pressure to out-do myself for the Christmas party. Some of my best stuff doesn't travel well. Which makes parties interesting. Eh, we'll come up with something.

After Jared dropped about a brazillion hints to get the tree up, his brothers are now starting to drop the hints of when is the goodness going to start showing up in cookie form? And happy holidays to you too! I was trying to avoid this for a bit longer. I'm so frustrated with my weight I'm about ready to send myself to a fat farm....for broke people. It's called you just sit on your big butt and don't eat until your big butt is a smaller butt.

Kidding. I can't find a place like that nor do I have the willpower for it. Not to mention I feel like all I do is deal with food. I'm either hunting for a new recipe, trying said recipe, and/or having to hold off the masses from eating everything they can get their hands on. Let me tell you what an adventure that has turned out to be.

I've heard lots of moms complain about grocery bill and feeding kids. Granted, that was mostly from me, but I'm finding the best plan of attack when dealing with eating machines is well, planning. I shouldn't be surprised as that's how we survived twins when they were little. I have things planned out. While they sing my praises, I'm already thinking of the next feeding and how to make sure I survive the onslaught. Reminds me a lot of when they were babies.

Gosh, it's such a wonder why I'm having issues with food. There would be a mutiny if food wasn't served up on a regular basis around here so I can't seem to escape from it.

As if that wasn't enough, I'll now have to pray that I won't have issues with hearing because we broke down and got the guys the electric guitar and bass guitar. Thanks to cyber Monday, we got good deals. I'm asking Santa, Fred, and total strangers to get me headphones that block out noises. I've said it before, it's not that these guys aren't good but when they first learn something can be rough at first. I'm still trying to convince Fred to get drums or a large bongo. He has natural rhythm and you either got it or you don't. Not to mention I'm afraid I'll throw something at one of the kids if they were trying to learn it.

I don't think I'm kidding on that one.

On a totally different note, we've been checking out a different church this last month and I can honestly say this is the first pastor I think I've ever liked. He's funny, he teaches something and has a new angle I haven't heard of before, is genuine, and actually has compassion towards his flock. I can usually smell agenda on people - not in a paranoid type of way but just a gut reaction which has turned out accurate every.single.time.

While their worship team isn't as good as the mega church, it flows better and they have enough people that they rotate. We haven't heard the same group twice so far. Each has their own flavor and I like it. We don't recognize a lot of the songs though, but the congregation is more down home people - more genuine. So far we're liking it.

I still feel guarded towards people. I know I'm not supposed to be but I still find myself behind that wall not ready or wanting to budge. I can already tell one lady in particular has tried to get me to engage and while I can't entirely stop myself being a natural conversationalist, I still can feel myself hitting the brakes or dodging questions. Not that I'm hiding anything, I just don't want to let people in.

I can hear ya say, what is your problem? In a nutshell, someone's parting words to me cut deep and as someone I viewed as a woman of God, it left me questioning myself, people, and motives. And I can't help but be guarded because my gut reaction was correct and stupid me walked right into it anyway.

Talk about baggage. I feel bad as I'll have to battle myself to not make these people pay for other peoples' mistakes and wrongdoings. Almost makes me exhausted just thinking about it and I know that's also a huge factor why I hit the brakes.

Why do I have this annoying feeling God is up to something? Especially dealing with people, because I've found myself in the last 2 months in a counseling sort of position a lot lately and on a lot of different topics too. This confuses me as I feel I'm kind of a hot mess so who am I to give advice? But I get into these situations where I can see both sides of an argument and out of no where bam! God hits me with an answer or suggestion that turns out to be spot on. Weird.

Not sure what to make of that one. Time will tell.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

That's Just Crazy!

What could be so crazy, you may ask? No, this time I got you because why are you still reading this if you don't want to know? Am I right?

C-r-a-z-y. It's like I knew.

Not really. I just guessed.

Let's see, first crazy on the list: in-laws were visiting for the guys' birthday. Naturally, we had to go to the guys' Chuck E. Cheese which turns out to be Guitar Center. Personally, I'm thankful that we are far beyond the Chuck stage. Pizza wasn't too bad but seeing that many Ritalin sniffers was just conformation that our society as a whole was totally doomed.

Yeah, because last week wasn't conformation enough.

So I dropped off the guys while my MIL, Jared, and I went to Gamestop. I hate those places. I'm either talked to like I actually have a clue about gaming or I'm getting hit on. I'm now concern that playing video games harms people's eyesight because eww. This time around I only had to endure all the game speak and sort of zoned out. Then I was told we need to update our info and renew our card to which that is Fred's department, not mine. Apparently, no does not mean no to gamer boy. But if he thought for a moment I was going to buy something extra, well then who am I but to school him in the lesson of back off jerk-weed!?

Finally made it out of there without spending anything extra and went back to get the rest of our crew.

I heard Michael took off for the guitar area and Nicholas headed to the piano section. Both had fun drooling over instruments they had no business even touching and got to rock out on some stuff. Both were approached by people complimenting them on their playing. The crazy part was Nicholas said a couple guys just walked up to him and jammed a little with him and then asked if he would play for their church.

Um, okay. Do I know you?!?

Oh, Indiana. I keep forgetting you people are a lot friendlier. I also forgot to pass that information along to my children. It caught Nicholas totally off guard which I found to be surprising.

The guy asked him if he had a cell phone which he said no and this floored the guy. But he said Nicholas is very talented and told him the name of their church and asked him to check them out. Too bad Nicholas can't remember the name of the church. Not to mention didn't get any of the guy's information and all he said was maybe.

Pause while I bang my head on the desk

I sat there and peppered him with multiple questions, one being was it a paying gig?!? because hello you could use the money. I highly doubted it was paying as most churches usually expect people to give their talents to the Lord with no price tag, but it never hurts to ask. Besides, my whole point was to get him to think and be able to respond on the fly. Clearly, I have my work cut out for me. Proof was as I rattled off several questions, dude kept saying, Oh, I never thought of that or I didn't think to ask.


I promptly asked him who is he and what has he done with my son. You got to understand, Nicholas is the conversationalist, the pushy one, always the first one to say something and was pretty much caught flat-footed, so to speak, in a conversation. So unlike him. But I find myself constantly pushing them to get them to think about and to look farther down the road instead of just the here and now.

Not an easy task.

It's been a few days and he's still pretty floored that he was asked to play at their church. He's still quick to say they don't have the same style or taste in music. When I asked why, he said it was southern gospel and not his cup of tea. And if he doesn't like something, well, it's just not going to happen. We teased him that if it's a paying job, he can make it his cup of tea! He totally disagrees, but it's still fun to tease him.

Brought up a few comments about church and serving. We had checked out another church last week and they were asking for volunteers for the tech area. Nicholas and I just looked at each other and smirked. Then, and only then, when it was safe from, you know, people - we cracked up laughing.

I'm used to dealing with people who, for whatever reason, have it out for me. I still struggle thinking people suck as I've gone through enough circles of getting my character assassinated and constantly told I'm not good enough for any leadership position that I would like to avoid it all together. Wasn't aware I was trying to be in leadership, nor was I aware I wasn't behaving but hey - whatevs.

But now my kids don't really want to have a part of serving in church as they've watched their dad and I serve in many areas only to get burned - repeatedly. And what can you say to that? Were we treated wrongly? Yes. Did it hurt? Yes. Would I go back and do it again? Nope. Would I ever consider getting back in the game? ....I'll get back to you on that one because my first response is nope. There are people I still wished I had never met. True story.

Not fun dealing with other people's crazy. And doubly not fun dealing with a crappy attitude about the whole thing. Crazy just took on a whole new flavor.

The next crazy thing was the State of Michigan has contacted us to inform us we were wrongfully foreclosed on.

Do tell.

We are now part of a class action law suite. Um, okay. Won't erase the past few years, won't get our house back, can't undo everything we've gone through, nor will it change anything. We won't know how it's all going to shake out for several months but I can't help but feeling a bit vindicated. I mean, so much so, that I would like to make copies of this and send it to all the lovely people that told us at the time that God was judging us, we were horrible people, that we were stupid and utter failures, and deserved all this calamity.

According to the State of Michigan - they're incorrect. Our case was already looked over and we were wrongfully treated.

Boo-ya, beeches!

Of course, I'm having to pull in my attitude. Failing miserably, but trying none the less. All of this came on the heels of another character assassination and left a pretty ugly scar. So to have some official paperwork saying you was done dirty? Priceless.

I've seen a lot of people who stand on their high horses looking down on other people tend to get kicked upside the head. My dad had someone tell him he had his heart attack for some secret sin - the same guy had his own massive heart attack just a couple months later. Food for thought.

And I have a list of people for karma in case it gets bored and/or forgetful.

My in-laws were a bit surprised by this news. My FIL has voiced his opinion that he felt it was our fault entirely. I think I should repent for savoring the look of shock on his face. I'm not quite there yet. I had to endured a lot of "well if you would just go get a job and put your kids in school like a normal person you wouldn't be having these problems."

Truly a shock why we don't visit more often.

Said no one ever.

Eh, just have to wait and see how it all pans out. Just another wave in the ocean of crazy.

Friday, November 9, 2012

So Here I Is....

Wide awake at oh dark thirty-ish, and decided to write another boring blog post as I continue to murdalize the English language. Where grammar police shudder in horror as if this was the scariest thing out there.


For the record, I still have no idea what it is and why it shouldn't dangle. Maybe it's scared of heights or something, I dunno?

I can feel your excitement from here. Simmer down before I sprain a finger from all this typing.

Personally, I think I'm funnier when I'm slap happy but it just might mean I don't care and have given up all attempts to censor myself.

Fear me if you dare!!! For I am unable to make any sense!!!!

I don't even drink coffee, so I don't know what my excuse is. Oh, wait!! I'm a mom! That should explain the nervous ticks, the eye twitch, the haggard expression, the sighs of contempt, and the utterly bone exhaustion of letting these people live.


And typical me style, this should have been busted up into different blog post but since I've totally blown this off for Pinterst, I'm just gonna cram it all into one long post.....again. So sit back and see if I can stay on point.

*whispers* not gonna happen

Well, I totally went all Sunrise, Sunset on my boys. Posted a few pictures of them on Facebook but was able to refrain from going all "omg, I am so proud of you guys and *sob* I just want the best for you out of life and you're the wind beneath my wings."

Does that mean I'm standing on them? That's kind of a cruel thing to say to someone.

But they got THE GAME that they've been blathering on about only to didn't work. Happiness was no where to be found. Especially from me because I was dragged from my warm bed, went to vote, took Hubby to work so I could have the van for the day, ran a ba-gillion errands, and then came home only to encounter the unhappiness.

My folks arrived shortly after, at least I think they did because I was too busy with making the cake, frosting it, and got working on lasagna because that's what the guys always request. Yippee. I guess I should be grateful they didn't ask for homemade noodles as that is a total time suck of my day.

After tossing the pan into the oven, my dad and I went and picked up Fred from work and then got back in time to take the lasagna out of the oven. I found a nifty trick on hemming jeans on Pinterest so forced my mom to do it for Michael's jeans. It's terrible. Dude wears a 30x30 but really needs a 30x29 - which I have yet to find. So she did that and we watched the election while Fred took the game back to swap it for another one.

Excitement was upon us and the moment was building up with so much hope! And then we found out Obama won. I mean the game didn't work either. Needless to say, there was a room full of grumpy people. Suddenly I felt rather foolish for singing my nanner nanner, goodbye song while at the polls.

They don't make medication for people like me. Believe me, people have looked.

But we all know what Scarlet would tells us - that tomorrow is another day. And so the next day rolled in with Nicholas getting a brilliant idea, which he swears some techie angel must have downloaded it to him as he's still surprised it worked.  And there was rejoicing in the land as the stupid game was now working!

Claps of joy and laughter!

Noise interrupted as the guys beat the stupid game in 1 day.

1 day?!?!?

They beat it again the following day on the hardest level in less time. Really, people? Really?

One would think that amount of money one just spent that it would be hours upon hours of laughter, entertainment, and leaving the momma person A-L-O-N-E so she could read her book in peace. But that turned out to be a big ol n to the o, there momma.

And true to form, youngest wanted to get in on the action and there was all kinds of finger pointing going on. Me, being the awesome me that I am, had anticipated this and had books, his own game, even a movie tossed in to try to distract him from his brothers new shiny game in the hopes of surviving this week without any arguments.

No such luck. 

We are now out of chocolate AND wine. But sadly, I still have some whine left as you are still reading.

On a totally different topic, but this has been addressed here before, I finally took people's advice and purchased a Netti pot. For those of you who missed this conversation, don't worry! It happened like 2 or 3 years ago and I couldn't even tell you where it is, nor can I link to it because I'm a bit tired and have lost all sense of courtesy of finding it.

Anyhoo, a Netti pot looks life a goofy Aladdin's lamp that you're supposed to fill with warm water, shove up one nostril, and play the teapot song as you tip it over and pour it out and up in your nasal cavity.

Yeah, I basically water-boarded myself.  No joke! I started confessing to things I had no clue about as I continued to partially drown myself all in the name of nasal cleansing. Oh my freak! The burn!!! I blew my nose wondering if a jellyfish was going to fall out of my nose but was disappointed that only a partial oyster blooped out instead.

Hee hee, I know 3 people just gagged at that! I say it's paybacks for some of the pictures people post on Facebook. I can't be the only person that is innocently scrolling through their feed, keeping in touch with their peeps, only to come upon some horrible injury that could turn a harden veteran nurse's stomach. And there I am all aaahhhhh! Make it go away! *gag* My eyes!!! *gag, gag*

Where was I? Oh yes, drowning myself.

The next day, I end up with a bloody nose. So now I'm cussing myself out for letting the partial oyster get away because apparently it was holding the blood in my nose for me.

Ick, man, just ick.

I still fail to see how this is suppose to be all helpful like and cleansing. Insult to injury, while cleaning up bloody nose, I discovered some mutant zip trying to form on the rim of my nostril. Now half my nose looks like it was out drinking and made out with Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer.

I guess that was better than hanging out with Bernard the brown-nose reindeer.

And I have no idea where that came from but I sat here for like 10 minutes cracking up laughing.

But my poor nose! Every time I touch it, it hurts. Before you say, "stop touching it" I was still cleaning up my bloody mess. I came pretty close to shoving an ice cube up my nose but was worried I would get carried away and start singing about Frosty the snowman.

Why do I have a feeling I need intervention? I'm not even on anything and I still feel like some normal person out there should step in and say, "seriously, you are strange and need to get fixed". But then I can see myself saying, "you can't fix me as I'm not broken" and then skip away singing some song that only makes sense to me.

Clearly, this is all a big sign for me to go to bed now.

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Bring On The Happy

I got to go snag some more crack books! Sort of sad, I live like 2 minutes from this library and I guess they have this huge book sale like 4 times a year. I was introduced to this wha? couple months ago? And I scored some serious books for not much. Boo-yeah!

My addiction? On the cheap?!? Oh, heck freaking yeah!!! Crack Books! I love me some crack books!!!

(I'm seriously talking about books. All spammers can please keep your links to crack faaar away from me.)

I'm gonna whisper real quiet like that I haven't finished the pile from our last trip. And if you thought this was going to stop me, then you would be wrong. However, this house has no where to read and that is seriously cramping my style. Hard to read when the TV is going. I thought I was going to pop Jared upside the head if he didn't stop bugging me while I was reading last week.

I got him back. His book order came in yesterday and I pestered him the entire time. He apologized for bugging and then told me to go away. Muwahahaa! My evil plan is working!

So once again, I was picked up by my cousin's wife, who is the nicest person on the planet. I know ya'll are sweet peas and all but....she has all of us beat. No need for jealousy - she's too sweet and you would seriously adore her after about 2 minutes. It takes that long because you have to get introduction out of the way and all.

She has a wonderful group of friends. A concept I am still trying to figure out. And away we all went. Had a great time and squeal! more books. Although, I feel a teeny, tiny amount of guilt that I didn't find any books for Fred. Then that feeling just floated away. Books! They are all mine! All girl stuff! All fluff!! And in this house of testosterone, I think I've earned it. I say this as 2 are playing a video game of some alien getting murdalized and 2 are doing a Nerf war. I swear I live in a house of very large toddlers and one of them is older than me.

But me, being me, apparently can't go for too long without feeling guilt.

I usually beat that feeling up with a bag of cookies.

And then I feel guilty about it.

Vicious cycle.

And to keep with happy and bring it! We're heading out to Steak n Shake to get gasp! can it be? (said in an awe filled voice) The white chocolate shakes!! AND I have a coupon! Score!

That may have sounded slightly...oh, I don't know - pathetic, but it's the little things in life that can make it or break it.

Friday, November 2, 2012

And So...

Here it is a new month! Already. I almost freaked out - the guys said it's November and I'm all like, it just turned September, you can't fool me!

Then they held up the calendar. Well, snap! I guess I can be fooled.

This hasn't been much of a blogging year, I can tell ya that. Not for lack of blog fodder but time is just not cooperating to let this happen. I can have tiny blog posts that show gosh, I have no life. Or I can wait and cram everything into one post where your eyes roll into the back of your head from all the words.

And no, I can't do a happy medium.

If you even suggested that I'm thinking you must be new or don't know me that well.

I've gotten a few notices about November being a blog challenge month and to write every day. Yeah, I don't see that happening because then I will have to put in writing: did dishes and another load of laundry.
Next day, same as the day before BUT I graded papers.
Day after that - more dishes, more food to be made and watch as it's inhaled, more laundry. Whee, the excitement is more than I can contain.
Day after that - all that but had to about hog tie the guys to stay focused on their school.

I just put myself to sleep by all that lack of excitement.

In other who cares news, we weren't able to do our tradition to head to Steak n Shake to get the new holiday shakes yet as Fred had to work that evening. So the guys and I turned off the lights and watched TV while we horked down all our candy.

Not a very giving bunch are we?

Thankfully, no one knocked on our door so the chocolate was safe and that's all that matters.
We're taking a school break. Guys' birthday is next week. Toss in voting, and a few other stuff going on, focusing isn't going to happen. I'm not sure much of it happened this week as it is. We're getting them some video game that I've had to endure long discussions of all while trying to be a supportive and understanding mother.

I can't feel my cheeks from all my fake smiling.

But the Halo game, while already paid for, isn't being released until their b-day plus have to go vote and make a cake and make a big meal.  All with one vehicle. Last I heard, I'm getting dragged from bed at the butt crack of dawn to go vote and then take Hubby to work so I can have the van to go get the stupid game and come home with prize in hand to make their day happy and bright.

Ba-humbug! Oh wait, wrong holiday. My bad!

But you can see my lack of enthusiasm. I'm not sure if it's the whole getting up super early, the voting, or the fact that time marches on. Right now, we're all a bit freaked out.

Why you may ask? Go ahead, ask.

Because next year they will be adults. And I just flopped onto the floor and cried a sweet forever over that statement. They are starting to warm up to the idea of driving. Which is a shame because it's going to take a freaking miracle for all that to happen right now. But the time is upon us and we will be crossing that bridge hopefully in the spring.

Now I remember why I avoid looking at calendars - because reality is just a bit too much right now. How can I still feel young but all of the sudden feel really, really old? I'm not old enough to have 2, almost, 17 year olds!! Although, I heard from a friend I went to elementary school with and she's now a grandma and we're not even 40 yet.

Dude! That's messed up.

Actually, I want Tuesday to hurry up. I'm tired of hearing about all the politics, I don't like either one and am worried our country is screwed. And I'm tired of hearing about this video game. Oh, let me tell you how much I don't care. I didn't care about the previous versions of this game aaaannnnddd I STILL don't care. But they are happy and excited and right now I can't offer anything else so hurray! They're happy! And excited!!

Then they told me they want a bass player and an electric guitar for Christmas. Jared even said he wants to learn bass. I told Fred I want to get him some bongo drums so they can have their own band. Me? I will learn to play the tambourine! I will throw in extra beats just to mess with every one's timing. Muwahahaa!!

I think I want earphones for Christmas. At least while they are still learning. They were jamming out today and sounded A-mazing! But sitting through it and enduring until the amazing part arrives just sucks some days. My mom informed me I'm totally nuts for sitting through all the music. As if I had a choice.

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Da Groceries

Oh Lord - give me patience with male teenager metabolism and all that goes with it. Help me to have wisdom and forethought to have enough sense to have the pantry loaded and stocked so they don't pounce on something that was set aside for something else. (Not that this has happened but it has come close a few times)

Lead us not into the empty pantry or full on panic that the food will be consumed in a few days rather than the next payday. Strengthen those shelves that holds all the food I cram onto it - may it not bow or break. Deliver me from whiny voices that declare there is nothing to eat except a can of peas which is a fate worse than death according to someone.

May I have my list fully made out, nothing to be overlooked, ability to have stuff for just the right I'm hungry moment that is an hour and a half before dinner, because there will be hell to pay if male persons have to have hunger pains that last longer than what they deem fair.

Give us a bucket of money to pay for all this not to mention the utility bills for all the electricity and water they consume with abandon. For thine is the kingdom with all the loot and the ability to pay for all this anyways.

In others word - Lawd help us!

I feel bad for the guys - I do, but holy heck keeping these guy full for longer than half an hour has turned into a challenge. And it's not like any of them are athletic and burning tons of calories either. These guys are picking the place clean!!

My dad had stopped in Saturday. Long story cut extremely short - they're getting a good deal on half a pig and he's giving us some of it. He asked if our freezer in the basement will be empty by then. I about fell on the floor laughing hysterically because that freezer gets totally loaded and totally emptied every 2 weeks.

The guys are now making sure I go on Pinterest so I can find new recipes. Nicholas was laughing with glee that he's reaping all the benefits of it. Michael was doing schoolwork next to me while I was printing a couple new recipes off and he said, "Hear that stomach? That is the sound that awesome food will be in your future."

That was funny and true all rolled into one statement.

Any new recipe I write out or print off gets looked over and requests for me to make it ASAP happens a lot. I still forget to pin most of the stuff I find because I'm evil like that.

But I feel like my days are constantly focused on food. What to make, when to make it, have a balance of every one's favorites because God help us if these people can agree on anything other than meatloaf!! That is the only thing these 4 guys can agree on.

I guess I shouldn't be too surprised with sibling rivalry alive and well that there was no way they would like the same foods. However, there are a handful of meals that the kids like but Fred doesn't. Usually that's when I give up, flop on the floor sobbing, and ask God to deliver me. Most times I'm quietly handed some form of chocolate in the hopes I will keep up with all the awesomeness that I do.

The clinic Fred works at is staffed with all women and now he comes home and calls me a saint. There is a new tone of awe in his voice I haven't heard before and it makes me laugh. All the women that he works with thinks I'm nuts a saint for being a stay at home mom AND home school. They give dude the what for because he found a saint and better realize most woman would not give him the amount of awesome I pump out daily.

Well alrighty then.

I am liking this group of women! I may have to figure out some awesomeness to unleash come Christmas time.

That is if I can keep anything on hand longer than 3 days around here.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Well That Was Interesting

What day is it anyways?? I don't know, my nose has been stuck in a book and I'm loving every second of it. Unless I get bugged for something then I want to scream I'M READING!!! DO IT YOURSELF!!! But somehow managed to restrain myself.


So the weekend kicked off with finally getting to go back to the BMV to make the van legal. I was kicked out of bed, was dragged to the van aaannnnd nothing - dead battery. Fred was taking Nicholas and Michael hiking that afternoon. Not a good sign. We discussed our options while waiting for the battery to charge. Went and filled up the gas tank, got the plates, and then went back to the garage and ended up buying a new battery.

Oh yes, because spending $1600 wasn't enough for us.

Something else we discovered - a major fuse keeps blowing. And I guess it controls the power door, radio, dome lights, the heater/ac and the blower. Yikes! Basically they have to hunt down what is causing the short and then fix it. Cost? Anywhere from $70-$500.


That was the sound of me hitting the floor.

FIL is going to take a crack at it when they come out the the twins' b-day. I so hope he can get it fixed. Especially since Fred got red flagged for working too much overtime. Now that's it's a new pay week he can go back to working overtime. Dude is such a hard worker - he pulled 14 hour days for a whole week.  Amazing how motivated you can be when it's still a pay cut from what you were making. But apparently the bean counters freaked out that he would do it a second week in a row.

Oh yeah, I haven't said much about his job. Well, he likes it way better than his old job. He's still in the out patient clinics but figured it would be a year before he could move to the in patient unit and then still more time before he could make it to the IV room. He rotates between one of the clinics and the out patient pharmacy at the hospital.
He said having to learn all the codes and who to bill what to is about enough to drive a normal person insane. The hospital pharmacy only takes some Medicaid/Medicare programs but not all of them and it causes all kinds of confusion.

He really hates dispensing the meds because he has to interact with the unwashed masses people and some people get cranky when they have to pay for their meds.

I wish I were kidding.

Oh my gosh, the stories he tells me! I thought their biggest problem would be people trying to forge prescriptions. Nope. It's people having a fit if they have to pay for their meds. One guy tried to say he didn't think it was legal for them not to give him meds even though he was refusing to pay for it. How things get billed does affect the price, so it does get confusing but he said mostly people throw a fit if they have to pay anything for medicine. They have a special program that if people are so poor they only pay $5 for their meds no matter what it is. And are these people grateful? Most of them no, because they want to argue that one of their meds they can get for $4 at CVS but they forget their other medicine has a price tag of over $200 that CVS would not give them for $5.

Be afraid people because these idiots vote.

But his bosses love him, he tackles everything without being told to do it, his OCD issues kick in and keeps the main clinics he's assigned to totally neat and in order, when he's at the hospital pharmacy he jumps right in and gets stuff done and has restocked stuff that most people leave for the next person. Couple of the clinics about went to blows on who was going to keep him.

Several of the pharmacist said he is more than capable of doing their pharmacist program. Trouble with that is the time and the amount of debt is really overwhelming. I think they can't work for 2 years while they do their rotations because the program is that intense. How is a family suppose to live on nothing for 2 years? And could you imagine the student loan amount? One of the pharmacist said that her student loans are just as much as her mortgage.

I'm thinking no.

Actually, I think he could do it but the job still has to deal with people and he still can't stand people. Gonna just say I don't think it would be a good job match. So I'm thinking he should pass on that. Not to mention the whole debt up to your eyebrows doesn't appeal to me.

I think the funniest thing is he gets a lot of compliments from customers on how he keeps his facial hair. And his eyes - lot of ladies say he has bedroom eyes. We get a good laugh out of that one.

The hardest thing for me is keeping up with laundry. Dude is pressed and dressed now, not to mention his lab coat. After years of him working construction, this is a whole different ball of wax and I have to keep on top of it. Luckily for me we had hit a lot of Goodwill stores and stocked up on dress pants before we moved. He's always had nice clothes but now he gets to wear them all the time. Laundry fairy has been getting her butt kicked. Doesn't help dealing with all the dishes.

I miss my dishwasher.

I still have the dinner dishes to go do but here I am wasting my time on the blog and I have vowed to stay up and finish that book I'm stuck in. Because it's that good and the house is quiet. Bliss!!

Friday, October 12, 2012

You Can't Make This Crap Up

When we last left our heroine, she thought that sunny days were ahead. Granted, she thought that while shivering under a pile of blankets but thought surely this was just a slight hiccup. She tried in vain not to listen to the loud voices that started to list off all the crap that has gone down in the last few months.

Our heroine mustered up all of her might to try and think positively when suddenly she had a brain cramp from the weird mental strain. About that time, in walks evil reality only to tap her on her shoulder and said, "howdy-do" and proceeded to roll right over the plans.

Gruesome, isn't it?

The plan was we were supposed to pick up the van Tuesday night and then a trip to the BMV to get all legal like and then head to stuffmart to load up the carts. Too bad those plans were set ablaze, as in didn't happen. The garage didn't leave the van out so we couldn't get it, which means the BMV was out because not only was that the only night they are open late, but you have to have your vehicle with you to turn in your old plates (that are now expired). This meant we got to go grocery shopping in the truck again.

Whee. Said no one ever.

Not even the bags were happy about this because it has turned rather cold.

But the good news is the furnace is now working. Fred did something and now it's working. So that was a huge happy dance we did.

Then Fred came and snagged me on his lunch break and we got the van back so there was more singing and dancing. Until I discovered that my key fob isn't working, the power door isn't working, and neither is the dome lights.

Really? That's how this is going to play out?

Fred said a fuse is short circuiting - he knows what fuse it is but when he plugged in a new one it sparked, burning itself out. We had this same issue when we first got the van but a new fuse fixed it so sort of surprised that same fix isn't fixing it.

We seem to be in this really weird limbo of one crisis erupts only to get almost solved but another one pops up. First crisis gets even closer to being solved with a third crisis bubbling, second one gets solved only for the third to erupt etc. It's been a bit exhausting. And this has been going on non-stop for months.

2012? We are so celebrating your end with whiskey.

Not really - I can't handle the stuff. But a big birdie will be given in its honor. And this time, I'm using the middle finger. No church pinkie for me thank you very much!!

Since we can't go to the BMV until Saturday now, I got to have the van for the day. Oh the happy! I've missed my mom-mobile. The guys about plowed me over to get out of the house and into the van so we went and ran a few errands. We were so excited to be out of the house during daylight hours that we were cracking each other up. Totally screams losers but we were laughing. Granted, it's because we were making fun of other people but a jovial time was had by us. And all the people who were eavesdropping on our conversation.

I think I may be a bad example.

We were stuck in line at Wal-Mart. And not just any Wal-Mart but the hell no! Wal-Mart. Another one of those weird crazy odd things happened where somehow my glasses got mushed and mangled so we were forced to go to the hell no WM because they were closer and I had already been to that one when a nose piece snapped off my glasses a few months ago. Staff seemed nice so went back and their eye center is awesome and back in business. Then I had to buy something at the hell no WM and that's when the fun began.

It is super-duper crowded. Beyond anything I have ever seen type of crowded. Good luck getting your cart through anything type of crowded. Managed to grab what we needed and not lose any of my children and almost raced a little old lady to get into the "speedy checkout" lane. They should be sued for the wrongful use of the term "speedy" - just saying.

She won, btw. Her scooter had turbo boosters.

Then we proceeded to stand in line for a looooooong time. And then it started - someone in another lane said something that got us thinking about something else and before you know it we're making jokes about it. Guy in front of me and next to me were in stitches. Personally, I think both of them hadn't heard a funny thing in years because we weren't THAT funny.

Then dude next to me started hitting on me which got ME laughing. Michael looks at me and says in his deep voice, "is this guy bothering yous?" to which Nicholas jumps in "because I can hit him with the cart". Before I can say anything the guy says I have very protective brothers. Jared about screams "that's my MOM, dude!" causing several heads to turn in our direction.

I'm laughing because my posse is ready to take junior down. He smiles sheepishly and goes and stands in another lane. The guy in front of us - hearing all of this - is about ready to wet himself he's laughing so hard. He said we totally made his day. I'm not sure if I should be proud or enroll us into some form of therapy.

We move to another state and still the craziness of WM haunts me. But at least there wasn't any screaming children so that's a bonus. Of Stuffmart - you still suck even though you had me at low prices.

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

But Of Course

Crazy few days. Typical me style - I'm just gonna dump the whole thing in and go with it.

Van isn't done yet. We will be getting it tomorrow. Then it's off to the BMV to get plates. I'm leaving out a whole lot of drama and thought we were getting it Saturday but didn't but the BMV was closed for another stupid holiday and.....

Oh wait, I was leaving all that off.

Add an eye roll, a foot stomp, and a couple of snorts of angst and you'll get the picture.

That whole routine has gotten quite the workout this week too. You may recall, or not because who can keep up with this crap? That Jared got busted on not doing some of his schoolwork. The beauty of having PMS is that it can deliver shock and awe when need be. And oh, how it delivered! Nicholas and Michael were moved to sympathy for Jared and that almost never happens - ever!

Next day, I checked another workbook only to discover he had been skipping pages as well. I was too worn out to give shock and awe. I just tossed the book at him and said get to work and that was all it took. Dude has been working hard at getting caught up. Lesson learned.

The thing that gets me is he didn't understand the directions but didn't bother to ask for help. When I demanded to know why, all I got was typical lame male response of dunno.

I will be happy when this stage is over. I can have hope that it won't last forever as I look over to my almost 17 year olds doing school work that makes my brain melt.

Granted, that wouldn't take much, but still. I'm having a moment of hope and gooey feelings to wash out the murderous ones of why did I let you live?!?

That was all before the weekend and our trip up to see my folks. It was my dad's 70th birthday and we went up to celebrate his day. Except we ended up going in the truck. 2 hour drive in the truck - to see my folks - yippy skippy. Said no one.

But the funny thing about that was we arrived on time, which was a miracle, only to be told that gosh there is no room for us. Come again? I guess counting was difficult or something. Now in my mom's defense - shocking I know - people from their church sort of crashed the party and took up the extra spots. So there was a table that cleared out that sat the 5 of us but off to the side.

Fred laughed at the irony of it all. We're sort of at the party but off to ourselves. You would have to know Fred to understand his humor at it. He doesn't care for people as it is, so toss in people he doesn't know and it just gets worse.

Smugness was taken to a whole new level.

Especially when we ordered later than everyone and got our food first way before everyone else. The glares didn't stop us and we consumed our food with glee. Hey, we were hungry! When their food finally arrived I was surprised to see salads and breakfast food was ordered. We had to order off the dinner menu and got full entries and got it faster than a salad.

I may have been kicked to quiet my laughter.

I felt bad for my aunt and uncle - they looked half starved and bored out of their brains. Wished I could have talked to them longer than 10 minutes. Don't blame them that they bolted first chance they got.

But we loaded up and went back to my folks' apartment. My dad's parents and sisters went with us and we hung out talking. My brother called to wish dad happy b-day and my dad passed the phone around. It was weird talking to him. Been years since we've talked and there are times when things just fade away and you wonder what happened and why did things have to go wrong.

I wish he had a better life. I wish he made better choices.

He talked to Michael for just a bit and said, wow you don't have a little kid's voice anymore.

There are some things in life I don't think I will ever understand. And I can't think on it for too long because it just hurts and there are no answers.

Mom was making hamburgers and found out she was out of buns so dad, Jared, and I walked to Meijer to get some more. My legs hated me today - took me a while to figure out why. Especially since I was going up and down the stairs to do laundry.

But we had a really good visit. Talked with my grandparents, talked with aunts and uncles, and it makes me wish we were closer. Unlike my husband, I find something comforting about family in a weird sort of way. There are some relatives that remind you why you stay away but there are others that you wished you could be closer to and you feel this odd sense of belonging. Or maybe that's just me. Weird.

So we came home late and got ready for another week. Fred picked up furnace filters after work, got them installed and vents all swept out only to discover the furnace isn't working. Lovely! We were just talking about being relieved the vehicle crisis will shortly be over with and now this. We think it might be a breaker. Not sure yet. And we have no one to call. The property manager got fired and we don't have any contact information for the landlord. Granted he hasn't gotten rent either but you don't hear me complaining too much - that is until the furnace doesn't work.

The guys and I spent the day in sweaters and blankets - looks like that's how the rest of the week is going to go as well. Wonder how many calories I'm burning by shivering?

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Down In The Ghetto

It's been a busy week here in the hood. If the cop presence gets any more thick, I may consider opening up a doughnut stand. I can't offer cider as it's super expensive down here. $6 for a gallon is beyond my pocketbook considering these guys tend to guzzle the stuff. Especially when I heat it up, top with whipped cream and drizzle it with caramel.

Mmmm - be right back.

Gulp! Aaahhhh!

Where was I?

For some reason everyone gets pulled over right near our driveway. There was the car search that resulted in 6 cop cars and hours upon hours of entertainment as Jared gave us blow by blow commentary. He could see the whole thing from his room. We actually had our road blocked off by 3 cop cars as someone was holed up in the house a block over just the other day.

I think Mr. Rogers would be terrified to ask anyone if they wanted to be his neighbor here.

Today's exciting episode was cops canvassing the ghetto neighborhood trying to get info from the shots that were fired last night. And by shots I mean someone had to have gone through 3 or 4 magazine clips. While my prayer life has taken on a whole new level of urgency, the guys will take that moment to play a new game we call: Name That Caliber. We're watching TV when bang, bang, bang, bang goes off. Guys all wait a second and then said to each other, "that's too light of a sound to be a 45 - might be a 9mm but I'm thinking it's a 22." "Yeah, odd choice especially for this area. Did you hear last night those loud bangs? Now that had to have been a 45."

My response? What do you think?!?

I'm sending yet another prayer for God to open up some serious doors for another place to move to. Not to mention the huge army of angels to protect us and to scare the bajeebers out of whoever is shooting. But the sad thing is I really am starting to hear the difference between calibers. Funny how I never really wanted to notice this, but here I am, nonetheless, and the guys all think it's cool that I've been trying to guess at it too.

I pity the fool that messes with this group. I'm sort of a shoot first, ask questions later, and will bawl myself into a royal fit that no jury would ever convict me type of gal. That is assuming I actually hit the intruder and not the side of a wall.

But the prayer life? It's a whole new world. I don't start of with Our Father who art in heaven, but rather staying with the current situation and going with machine gun prayer. Sort sounds like help us, help us, help us oh lawd, Jesus, help!!!

I think the direct approach has been working.

Right now the Twilight Bark is going on - it's where all the dogs in the ghetto neighborhood all decide to bark like their tails are on fire. At least the gun fire is over with by 10 p.m. While the dogs are still going at it at 2 a.m.

I did mention I'm sort of praying we can move, right?

I've voiced this a few times but Jared said he sort of likes this house now, loves having his own room, and said he's not recovered from our move down here. While I agree with him as I am no where near recovered from moving - this area freaks me out. There are some nice areas around here but where we are at - feels like Detroit, Michigan instead of Indianapolis. My aunt was asking if the guys go out and play and I barked out a laugh to try and cover up I just said hell freaking no. Jared backed this up by saying, "they don't play kick the can here, they play shoot the can."

This is a bit much for me. Goes way beyond a culture thing to a what the hell is wrong with these people?! kind of thing. Heck of a time to figure out you're a small town kind of person while living in a huge inner city war zone.

Fred would like to point out that he thinks I'm exaggerating a little bit. He said he's worked on houses in some scary parts of town before and this area doesn't qualify. Dear Lord, there are places worse than this?!? He said it's not a war zone, more like a video game that has lots of guns firing in the distant background. How that's different is beyond me. Personally, I think he's stalling so we don't have to move again because I'll be honest, just the thought of moving makes me want to flop on the floor and bawl my head off.

And here's a kicker - we lost our landlord. So once again we have no idea what is going on with our housing situation. At this point, I've just rolled the whole thing over to God and said whatever.

However, last nights OK back ally Corral may have slightly changed my mind. Then again, I bet I could make some serious money on that doughnut stand. That is assuming it doesn't get robbed. Cops are only around during daylight hours - the freaks all come out at night. Just in time to make all the dogs go crazy.

I do get to laughing at how many people have told us Indy is the best place to live. I'm thinking these people might need to travel a bit more. Either that or we're on the wrong side of town.

Monday, October 1, 2012

What Just Happened...

To this last week? Because it flew by but at the same time not much new to report. Unless you count the epic waiting game we're playing.

For those of you new - I hate waiting. I seriously freak out at suspense because I am such a wuss I can't handle the not knowing what's going to happen next.

Van is still in the shop which I guess is okay because we still don't have the money for it yet. Trouble with all this is that our plates have now expired. You have to have your vehicle with you to register it and get plates - I think we have to turn in the old plates. When we called the garage they informed us that gosh, other jobs were in front of it and they haven't touched the van yet but it's the first one to be dealt with come Monday. The BMV isn't open on Monday. So we're looking at Tuesday evening at the earliest to get plates but that's only if the van is ready which I have been informed not gonna happen.

Did I mention that we don't have the money to put insurance on the truck? And that you have to have insurance before you can get plates? No - didn't mention this? Or maybe I did and I just totally forgot which is totally possible. I'm too busy freaking out after all.

Yet another round of prayers going to up to God of HELP!!!

I wonder if He's tired of these prayers because that is about all I've prayed for the last few months. And while He has been helping us, it is no where near the degree of what I think should be happening. Must be another one of those calm down lessons. I was in full freak out mode last night and Fred looked at me and said, "chill, it is what it is."

Thanks Captain Calm, I'll be sure to get right on that.

Only not.

Not to leave it alone, I started to rattle off all of the what ifs and just how bad the epic screwage could be. Dude just shrugs his shoulders and said, "that's a tall what if that may or may not happen." He then went on to say that if none of it happens, I would have wasted all that crazy energy for nothing. I'm still trying to burn off a few calories from making his favorite dessert so I don't see the negative of all this.

Yessiry Bob, can't figure out why I would need ANOTHER lesson on the calm down department. Totally clueless as to why I....would.....have.....okay I get it, I have issues and all but still, this stuff sucks. And last I checked the suck-o-meter has been tapped out. Or it should have about a few years ago. Yet the train still chugs.

On a totally different topic, got to go hear the guy who wrote the guys' chemistry book in a debate between creation and evolution. These people are so smart it made my brain hurt. I could almost feel my brain cells giving up the will to live. It wasn't pretty.

Although, I now see what the guys have been complaining about in their chemistry. This man talks way above you and doesn't really bridge the gap with teaching. I didn't feel like he taught me anything. The man on the evolutionist side was a better speaker, but he was so arrogant and rude that he lost any teaching points.

It was just my cousin, Jared, and I because Nicholas and Michael are pretty smart cookies and having heard all this stuff before, passed on going to it. They are still laughing about the glazed over look on Jared's face who didn't understand a blooming thing. Poor kid. He's too much like me. Although, he's going to get his goose cooked tomorrow. We were going through school stuff and lesson plans only to find out he hasn't done any of the quizzes or tests in history. Seriously? Rat fink has his assignments all checked off but no work.


I should have been on top of this a bit faster. Tis the age and all.  But still....he better be glad he had already went to bed. I read somewhere that teenagers are like large toddlers. I think they need just as much supervision on toddlers do. And why do I fall for it? It's like I forget the cloud of stupid is lurking around just pushing them along to do something stupid.

Stupid cloud of stupid.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Crisp Weekend

I am in a sweatshirt!! And jeans! Oh how I've missed jeans!!! Bring on the hairy legs, I mean glad to not have to shave every day. Ahem.

So very happy the 90 degree weather is gone and now 80 degree weather is gone. It's been only mid 60s last couple days. My brain has finally stopped boiling. And now I'm slightly freezing but I'm okay with that.

This post will be random mush so be warned.

My second cousin brought her grammy, who is my aunt, up to see the guys. Actually, she came and got me, had some girl time; somehow my aunt got involved, and then ended up tagging along when she brought me back home. This has been funny because I haven't seen this aunt in years and the first time we pulled this she didn't know I was coming, so to walk in and have her say, "who are you?" had us all in stitches.

She still claims she knew it was me but meant to say what are you doing here - yeah, sure.

Now my aunt, being my mom's sister and all, looks A LOT like my mom. So when she walked through our door Jared was like "well hi grandm.....wait a second." We all started laughing and she asked if she knew who she was and he was like sort of....not Too funny! He totally snuggled her to pieces too. She wasn't used to that - dude was almost in her lap. She said, well he's a cuddly thing isn't he? We asked why was he so huggy and he said she looked like grandma and her arm was plushy.

Silly kid.

I had to tell my folks about it because it was funny. Might have been a bad plan because now my folks are pressing to have the guys for a few days, one at a time to get them out of the nest. Jared is the only one that is even slightly interested. I haven't asked Fred yet but can imagine his response.

This could cause issues because if my in-laws were to find out that we allowed this, not like that's going to happen, they would be royally ticked off. They've asked to have the kids too and we told them no. Granted they live 6 hours away but mainly we haven't really had good visits anytime we went out.

But on the flip side of that - my dad is bent on preaching at anything that would move. I get what he is saying and yes, he is quoting scripture but it comes across as browbeating. He doesn't ask you, he tells you what you are doing wrong and why you need to repent and do things the way he interprets the bible. That can be a sticky ball of wax.

I'm just going to toss out there that if you want to take that line - you might want to have lived a better life or had been a better example. Sort of hard to take someone seriously when you look at their life and think ya, I'll pass.

I have noticed that both sides want the kids without us around but we've also picked up on them ripping on us and how we parent. Oh yes, this makes me want to sign up for another round of name that dysfunction. Except not.

Sigh - family.

Sort of sad the weekend is almost over. Chemistry was brutal for the guys this week. It was so brutal it about did me in. I wasn't aware that there is a formula to convert joules to Celsius, nor was I aware to what degree I didn't care about this information. I couldn't figure it out so I was no help to them whatsoever. Thankfully, their dad gets science and is able to explain it but sort of stinks when they have a question about a problem and I run screaming out of the room.

I did mention I am no help, right?

Although, Michael did asked that they not do physics next year and the thought of advanced chemistry has me shaking in my boots. Wonder what organic chemistry is about? And why do I have a feeling this could be a bad plan with me being squeamish and all?

Forecast for the upcoming week - upper 60s to low 70s with a slight chance of grading papers, followed up with some baking. Looks like 100% chance of doing laundry to boot. Eh, I'll take it.

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Let It Go

While I know I am a fine one to talk, especially since I can beat a topic into the ground like a dead horse, I think I have met my match. And I thought my issues had issues.

I have been asked via email if I miss Michigan. Yes and no. I miss some people - badly. Kerri sends me cards and I about go through a box of Kleenex. There are certain places I miss but there are a lot of people I don't miss and am relieved I will never see again. All in all, no, I don't miss Michigan.

It's rather weird having the mix of the two. Relief and sadness - what odd bedfellows. But this doesn't feel like home. And I miss home.

Right now, we don't know anyone but, honestly, I'm used to that. I don't have to worry about running into people who act like they care but really don't. I do wonder how people are doing, and others I hope karma catches up to them. So nothing new on that front.

I made the mistake of emailing a bunch of people just to say hi. Actually, I blame it on the loneliness because I miss home and was sort of desperate for news. While some people I'm glad I did, there were a few I'm kicking myself over it. You would think I would have learned by now to leave well enough alone. But you would be wrong. The grapevine is alive, well, and a hungry beast. And apparently out for me at the moment.

There is one woman in particular that, for whatever reason, has it out for me. I find it strange because it's not like we really knew each other. I only knew her through someone else. She doesn't know me, hasn't talked to me or had any type of relationship that is beyond surface level. Yet, she has managed to turn a lot of people against me, took stuff way out of content, stirred up all kinds of crap, reads my blog on a regular basis and runs back and tells people her interpretation of what I wrote etc, etc.

You would think at her age, she would get over it. You would also think that since I'm not in the picture, haven't been, nor will I be, that she would just drop it and go on with her life. I guess that is giving her way too much credit on being a decent person.

I don't know if I need these reminders to not put so much emphasis on people because they can, and will, let me down or what. Being a people person, misunderstandings are just brutal on me. While I get misunderstandings happen - what I can't figure out is why people don't sit down, talk out their differences, and move on in peace rather than act nice to some one's face and then tear them to shreds when they aren't in the room.

Yes, I really am the dork that says, "Can't we all just get along?"

Seriously - can't we?

From what I've heard, I guess that is a big N to the O. I didn't do anything to this woman, yet she seems to find ways to bring me back up into topics. She thinks she knows me but she doesn't. I'm weary of the character assignations and I'm tired of the wounds. I've walked away from friends to try and stay out of it but find it frustrating that no matter how far away I pull, someone seems bent to toss the mud my way.

I know to shake it off and move on and most of the time I do. No, seriously I do. I don't know if I'm having a hormone day or what, but today......well today, the barb stuck. Rather than shaking it off, it dug in, the wound gushes open, and the pain I try so hard to press pass is right there. And that frustrates me so. Shouldn't that wound have been a lot more healed up by now? Hasn't there been enough time that it's scarred over no longer to bleed?

Unlike some people, I am honest to a fault. I have no problem putting it out there right or wrong. So let me help put this to rest once and for all so my blog posts aren't more fuel to some one's sad little fire. No, I don't have ill will towards Leigh. There. Ya happy? All the posts I've written about her were out of the hurt and pain of being rejected and completely misunderstood. The hurt turned to anger when it was very clear that she didn't care to fix it. The reality was, and still is, I was never a part of her group and was never going to be and that hurt. I thought I was, but looking back, there were a lot of signs that were crystal clear that I wasn't.

And oh, how I've beaten myself up for not seeing it sooner. I guess I chose not to look at them too closely because I wanted this woman's friendship. Pathetically and desperately wanted for her to like me, which still confuses me as to why. I don't know if the relationship was doomed from the start or if others had their hand in destroying it. I think part of it was my fault for wanting to belong, but part of it was her fault for not being honest.

The sucky part is this is the second time I've gone through something like this. I think it's worse the second time around because the whole been there, done that, got the T-shirt for it aaannnd now I have 2. Dagnabbit.

I wonder what it is that draws me in and takes me for a ride? Again and again. It's not that I put these women on pedestals it's just they didn't want me. At first they did but something changed, then suddenly I'm not welcomed, not wanted, and given a long list of all my faults.

And man how those comments can haunt.

Those painful accusations that can float back up to the surface when you least expect it, wreaking havoc on your soul again like it was just said yesterday.


Now that's a horror story for ya right there.

I was sort of boo-hooing during my prayer time to God about being lonely. All this junk came back to my mind and I had to say, on second thought, I would rather be alone than go through all that junk again. There are a lot of lessons out in the desert that can only be learned in the desert. Jared was studying John the Baptist who lived in the desert and for some strange reason I took a bit of comfort in that. But I am so not going to eat a locust - I don't care what Bear Grylls says. Just saying.

I hope this puts the grapevine to rest and that people can stop speculating about the whole thing and drop it. I'm seriously trying to and I'm sure Leigh doesn't even give me a second thought. I hope this stops some of the junk I've heard and that someone is able to put her spoon down and stop stirring things up. While I doubt it since she's kept things going this long, but one can hope.

Personally, I'm hoping God whoops her with her own spoon, but that's just me.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Wheels On The Bus Go....

Hopefully round and round.

It has been an emotionally charged few days. Back against the wall again and not exactly sure what to do again with very little time to work with again, and totally stressing about how to pay for it again.

Why yes, I am bitter about all those again parts.

Crap-tastic situation with our van. We've gone to a couple dealerships and what we owe on the van plus the damage to it not to mention our credit score equals royal screwage. Lots and lots of screwage.

We were at a dealership Tuesday that was willing to take the van, the debt, and the truck and give us a loan. Trouble with that is it had to be a newer vehicle with under 100,000 miles. I am a practical gal. You can not eat 10 M&Ms when you only have 4. The payments put us way outside our comfort zone. The guy, sensing my hyperventilation, threw the keys at Fred's head and said drive it for a day so the vehicle doesn't sell out from under you while you convince this dame that the situation is rather dicey at best.

Dude. I've been through dicey and this isn't it. But the horrible sense of desperation and seeing no way out sucks.

In this guy's defense, it was a good deal, he pulled some incredible strings, and I don't think we could have gotten a better deal anywhere else. And I really liked this guy and feel bad that we're not able to do this. He was super gracious but reality is, well, reality.

We came home with the shiny new vehicle. It's only a 5 passenger and we thought for sure the guys would say this isn't going to work, because Nicholas is not a touchy person verses Jared has been dubbed The Tick due to him being overly clingy lately. I forgot they've been stuck in the truck so this was a dream compared to the truck. Ruh-roh, Raggie.

I made the comment that I didn't love the vehicle. Michael, ever the practical one, said for that kind of money shouldn't you love it? Why yes, that is the voice of reason. However, the screwage and the lack to fix things left us in quite the pickle. I was praying like crazy because I crunched the numbers, blacked out from the reality of it, came to, saw the numbers and then proceeded to bawl my head off aaaand then pass out.

Drama - I can work it.

My phone started ringing at that moment and it was my FIL. I was relieved he called. I needed some other voice, other than the one in my head, to bounce all this off of. He said not a good idea and that we were digging a bigger hole for ourselves. I said that's what I felt but didn't know what to do. He said that's why he was calling, he could get the money to fix the van.

I may have sobbed - possibly to the point of getting the hiccups - with relief, but that was after we got off the phone. Because I didn't want to frighten my FIL and I have still have issues with people and me crying.

I can't even begin to put into words the relief. We have insurance on the van, so we get it fixed, back up and running, we can get plates on it. All before the end of the month before our current plates expire.

Down to the wire! AGAIN! Dang it.

I'm all over the board emotionally. Part of me wanted a newer vehicle. Part of me wanted to be done with the van AND the truck, but the other part of me liked our van, didn't want a 5 passenger vehicle and certainly not that type of payment, and certainly not over a vehicle I wasn't in love with. But it was shiny and had a sunroof.....but I didn't love it or it's price tag.


So tomorrow we got to go run the shiny thing back and pick up Clifford the big, red, work truck and limp him back home. We've had only 1 bite on trying to sell it and looks like Cliff will just have to park it for a while until we can sell him or trade him in at a later time.

But for now, I think it's going to be okay.

Which is what God was trying to tell me alllll daaaay loooooong. Easy for Him to be all calm, cool, and collective - He knew how this day was going to pan out.