Friday, November 13, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
We've come to that dreaded time of year. The time when people with masks come out, leading to months of terrified children.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
We took the kids to the sand dunes earlier this week. It's the last week before school starts up. Tuesday I start school, Wednesday for Jacob. So we had to have a little fun this past week. :-)
Monday, July 27, 2009
So my computer and me have been fighting. When I'm here, I either have no time to write, nothing to say, or the only place I have to write stuff is the "entry title" line, because my computer has decided the entry box shouldn't be allowed to be viewed. Go figure.
Jacob has been officially diagnosed with tourettes. I knew he had it, but the diagnosis makes it more final I guess. And honestly, I don't intend to do anything with the diagnosis unless he has problems in school and needs a service plan. lets hope that never happens, but should it happen, at least we have that there to get him the help he needs.
And the fall semester, it appears I'll have lots of hours, 20-30 a week! That means I'll have to buy a bus pass, because I'm not driving one hour drive, five days a week, each direction. Yeah, not gonna happen.
As for me ... well, I've been exhausted, cramping, and pretty miserable for months on end. Finally, with my monthly two months late, I went in. Cysts. Lots of them ... the right ovary has one as big as the ovary itself. which explains a lot, but doesn't make the cramping go away! Pity. (good that that anybody that reads this knows me ... cause now you get to listen to me whining!)
I love work. I love my kids. It's amazing how the two feed each other. As long as I have a chance to work, to prove to myself I'm capable of working, to give my mind time to stretch, I enjoy every second with the kids. I enjoy life. It's good for me. When I don't work, I have kids 24/7 ... I almost have a harder time.
I know being a stay at home mom is noble and all, but I can't do it. I don't have it in me to NOT work. It's too hard. I need to be out, and not just for the money. Its' for my sanity. honestly, you guys that stay at home 24/7, I admire you. I really do, because I've learned that emotionally, I'm a wreck when I'm home all the time.
The cysts ... hurt! I'm sorry for whining, but freak, they hurt!
So that's the short of things, Jacob's ticcing, I have cysts - and am definitely totally NOT pregnant, and the IUD is also definitely not in there. Remember a few months back when they couldn't find the IUD? Well, last week the Dr. did a complete evaluation of my insides to search for the pain. They found the cysts ... and between the external and internal ultrasounds ... yeah, there is SO not a baby in there, and the IUD is not there either. So who knows what is going on. My biggest worry now, with the cysts, can I get pregnant again?
My family is not complete. I feel deep inside, I am missing somebody. One more child. But can I get them here?
Got a new Internet card ... for work I need Internet access, I can't live without it. So I finally had to replace the lost one. And honestly, I like this one better. It hooks up differently, and is a lot less likely to break. (A good thing when I have three kids).
what am I forgetting? Oh yeah ... the reunion! Lets talk about cool ... the westover reunion was last week, and I honestly enjoyed it. So did the kids. But putting them inside now? They don't like that idea so much. They have enjoyed being free to run. Brandon has grown up a lot though, today he told me he was ready for a nap. So I laid him down, and he went to sleep. I was shocked!
Well, that's all the news there isn't. Love you!
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
cat and mouse. Me against him.
I have a mouse problem. I’ve had it for weeks. He’s little, mousy brown and gray, with a little white spot just above his right ear. We’ve been arguing for weeks. He lives in my van.
I first noticed when my horseradish was chewed on in my glove compartment. Just a nibble out of each package. But enough that I would never use them.
Then there was a roll of nested toilet paper. That was gross to clean up. I wondered how he got in, but mice are bad this year, and I live on a farm. He probably crawled in my warm engine after I pulled up home sometime, and fell in love with it.
So I clean up the van. I found a few remnants, and no mouse. As I finished, he ran in front of me, I shrieked, and he jumped on the ground. I assumed this meant the game was over, set, match. This was my first good look at him, and he was kind of cute. And fat.
The next day, the remnants of a hamburger from the day before …. Chewed on. The mouse is still around. I set a trap with peanut butter on it, and it’s undisturbed, but there is a paper chewed right next to it.
I set the trap, he leaves a mark that he was there, but he isn’t going to be caught. Me and this guy have been going the rounds for ages. The packages of peanuts in my glove compartment chewed open and took forever to clean out. A slight nibble on a seatbelt. The drawer under the passenger seat carries an emergency supply of sugar for me, and my caramels all had one little corner missing from them, in mouse sized nibbles.
This was war. Cleaning the van doesn’t work. Because …. Well, I have three kids, I am not a clean vehicle person to begin with, and I live in the van practically.
If it’s left there, he chews on it, and he’s driving me nuts. Megan drops her bottle, its’ too late to go back for it, and the next day the nipples chewed through.
I leave garbage bags there to clean out the van during my break, and there is a hole nibbled in them before I get back to the van.
I pull up to Winco and the stupid thing jumps out of MY door when I open it, and stares and me, then scurries under the van. Its’ the same creature, I know it. He didn’t leave! And it’s not a new one, it’s the same thing.
Obviously he is getting back in. If I was smart, I would have gotten back in the van, and pulled out right there. But I didn’t and he stays.
Today I get in the van, and a smell assaults my nostrils. The mouse died in there yesterday. And it reeks! So I was thinking, and the win is bittersweet. I didn’t catch it with a trap, although I’ve tried. It just… died, probably of heat yesterday. So my opponent fell to the ground, and I caught the snitch.
So I won, or did I? Now I get to clean the van, and search for the dead mouse, at which time I get to dispose of him. I think in dying, he got the last word, game set, match, I lose.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
I have been replaced, by a caffeinated drink!