Makes you wonder….

In case you were wondering why I’m not posting daily…

I’m sick as a dog
I started training for my new job
Youngest had a skin cancer cut off his head
Youngest had to go back and have more removed to make sure they got it all.
Son2 is having dizzy spells, and is headed to the cardiologist again.
The new care we bought last month broke. We fixed it.
It broke again. We fixed it.
Now the check engine light keeps coming on.
The washer quit.
The fridge quit. But now its working after losing a months worth of meat.
We are dealing with environmental inspectors with my dad’s trailer park.
And the sewage inspectors. On two different issues.
Son4 may have broke his finger. Gonna Check it tomorrow
I’m cooking for Oldest’s gf again tomorrow, 2 meals means its serious.
Son2 turns 19 Monday. Scary.
I went for a recheck for my hip issues, and the doc ordered all sorts of blood work to be done ASAP.
The lab is so backed up, my appointment was the beginning of October, my lab appt is in December.
So much for ASAP.
Hope I don’t keel over before ASAP comes around.
Needless to say, my mind isn’t on blogging.

I’m not complaining, just throwing it out there in case ya’ll want to help us pray for some relief. It would be much appreciated.

And back to the head case

With the topic for Day 6, there is no way to answer without getting all head case-ey

Day 06 – Something you hope you never have to do.

There is no thinking about his one, no trying to figure out exactly what my answer would be, weighing the options… none of that. My answer is simple…

I hope I never have to bury a child.

I’ve been blessed.

I know I have. And I am grateful for that.

I have never had to bury a child. It is my greatest fear that I will lose one of my children, as I can imagine it is every parents worst nightmare.

As kids/teens we don’t realize that this fear is what drives our parents to put limits on our activities. We don’t get that parents stay up waiting for us because they want to make sure we arrive home safe and sound, as teens we just think it is mom and dad’s sick way of ruining our lives.

When I was a teenager, I hated the fact that my parents always waited up. There was no sneaking in after curfew for me. Mom or Dad, or both would be waiting when I got home. There was no trying to bypass them with mints or whatever to mask drinking, no coming in and going straight to my room to keep them sniffing too much. Nope

I had to come in and have a conversation with them. I resented it then. Now, I admire it.

I know they stayed up and made me come sit with them for a reason, to make sure I stayed safe.

Got Cow?

When I lay in bed waiting for sleep to come in the early AM’s, I can think of all sorts of things to blog about. Then when it comes times to sit here and write, I can’t think of a living thing. Nothing. El-blanco.

I guess that’s a form of writers block. Who knows one of these days, there may be an official syndrome for bloggers, called bloggie block. There, see, I created it right there. Let this be my copyright. On this day, at this time, I created the phrase bloggie block. It will become an official syndrome one of these days, I’m telling you.

We had a sort of funny/cute thing happen in service this morning. Stud was talking about the golden calf the Israelites created while in the wilderness and the excuse they gave Moses when he asked them where it came from. They told him that when they melted that gold, that calf just popped out of the fire on its own. Yeppers. Pretty creative bunch they were.

Well when Stud is talking about that golden calf, there’s this little boy, about 3 years old, who has been very active in service, going from person to person, walking, crawling, trying to get his mom to play catch with him… just being a 3 yr old… and all of the sudden he stands right up straight, and lifts his little hands in the air holding one of his toys….. It was a toy cow. He says as loud and proud as he can COW.

Now, try to tell me that little boy wasn’t listening to Stud’s sermon…. He was. And probably paying more attention than any adult in there. Yes we get preoccupied with watching cute kids during service, but that cute kid showed us one and all that he was paying more attention than anyone. Yeah he was playing farm and lining all his farm animals up, and had been drawing and looking at books, pointing out the pictures and naming them to his sister, but when he realized that Stud was talking about a cow, he went running to the bench his farm animals were on, grabbed that cow, and held it up for all of use to see that he had a cow. He could relate to that sermon.

Lesson learned by me. Lesson given by a 3yr old little boy.

Confusion.

While watching the Olympics last night, swimming to be exact, Son2 was reading off the names of the men in the qualifying round.

Son2: Israeli swimmer Nimrod Shapira Bar-O…

Son5: Hey, you’re one of those too!

He many not have known what Son2 was saying, but it sure sounded like an insult to him!

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I realized last night why they were all crowded in the living room watching the olympics.  Yeah, they wanted to see if Phelps could win another gold, but there was an even better reason.  Women’s gymnastics.  I’m telling you, I never wiped up as much drool in one night as I did last night.  I totally enjoyed listening to them talk about how one particular country’s women didn’t look like women at all, that another country’s chickiedoo’s looked like 10 year olds, and that our country definitely had the best looking bunch.

I live with all men.  Sometimes it’s more apparent than others.  Olympic sports is not for the faint at heart around my house.  Then men in my house are worse than a bunch of mean girls when it comes to critiquing the fairer sex.

Comments like “she needs to lay off the ‘roids”, “are they SURE she’s female” and a few rather convincing shudders accompanied by “bleach”.

Me, I just sat there and laughed.  What more could I do?

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I need to start the blessings back,

Blessing: that even though they are growing up, we can all 7 sit around the living room and watch the Olympics together.

Beginning

I had my first “official” training session last night. It went really great. I think I’m going to enjoy my new job. The kids have a lot of adjustments though. I found out last night, that ONE bit of background noise, like the dog barking, kids being loud, TV, anything of that sort, and I can be fired. Just one. Do you know how bad that is for my kids? lol.

I am happy to report, I made it through the shift without having to share my screen, so the 40 people in the training session didn’t get to see stud’s latest lovely. He changes his background babes every couple of days, so there is a new one up now. I was getting kind of sick of seeing ol’ lucy every day anyhow.

Stud actually told that story from the pulpit Sunday. Which is kind of strange, how many pastor’s do you know that will admit to having half naked chicks on his computer screen? The congregation got a kick out of it though, they were all laughing, and I didn’t see a single disapproving look in the bunch!  Our congregation realizes that we are all human, all have temptations,and all have our shortcomings.  Stud happens to love a pretty, curvy woman in a tiny bikini!  I have the curvy part, just a few too many and too big of curves.  You know the kind, those curves that when you drive around them, the front of the car meets the back…. well, that’s about what my curves look like. lol.  And mine don’t fit in a tiny bikini.

Don’t worry folks, I’m just sharing a bit of self deprecating humor here.  Stud loves me, loves my curves,  just wishes he had access to them a bit more.  But then, doesn’t every man wish  he had more access to his wife’s curves more?  Thankfully, I’m secure in the fact that my hubby is in fact my hubby.  If he wants to look at Lucy Liu, various beach babes, Jessica Alba, then so be it.  It’s not like he has pics of the neighbor, or my doctor on his computer!

How did I wind up down that rabbit trail?

Full.

Can I just say, I’m tired?  Well, too bad if you didn’t want me to, cause I just did.

Some insane cold bug has invaded the Stud farm, and the majority of us are sick.  Who gets sick in 93 degree weather?  Makes no sense at all.  I mean, it’s bad enough that it’s freakin’ hot outside, but then throw in a throbbing head, a nose that has shed enough mucus to drown a small animal, and a temperature, and well, it makes for a pretty miserable day.  It was too hot to NOT have the AC on in the car, but the AC stopped up my nose and I couldn’t breathe.  Sheesh.

The worst part?  I’m standing in the grocery store, listening to my dad tell old time stories to the deli guy, and have the URGENT need to sneeze.  I mean that all of the sudden, the eyes are watering so bad they are hurting, the sinus cavities feel like they are about to explode, and I can’t get ahold of my kleenex.  I get it just in time, blow my nose, sneeze at the same time. I  bring my hand away from my face just in time to realize I have snot all over my hand.  I had blown thru my kleenex.  I try to inconspicously wipe my hand on my shorts, only to notice, the snot trail didn’t stop at my hand, it went all the way down my shirt, and onto my shorts.

I told you my sinus cavities were full.

To beat it all, they are still stopped up beyond belief.

Jumbles

I keep forgetting that my feelings can’t show through in my posts.  I was being, um, sarcastic I guess with that last post.

Stud was amazed at how many people commented just for a chance at some hair products.  He didn’t realize how serious hair care is to the female half of the population!  lol.  Then, I took him over and show him how many comments some of the contests have, I mean we are talking 700 comments!  One contest I entered, I was number 2000 and something.  Of course she is giving away a Zune, but hey, her comments reach the 1000 mark everyday.

I’ve really enjoyed reading about the bad hair days all these women have had.  Seems like the main theme is either bad perms, or naturally frizzy hair that is out of control.  Been there, done that, got the T-shirt myself.

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Son2 went to Atlanta Monday night to see the Braves play, it was a blow out of a game with the Braves losing, but he got to see one of his favorite players last game as a Brave, AND made Oldest jealous enough that him and his buddies from work went to the Tuesday night game.  Kids.  Oldest and his buddies had to leave work early, but they really didn’t care, they love baseball!

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I start work today, and, I found out who I will be working for.  A big cable company.  So when you call for tech support for your cable be nice to the woman on the other end, it just might be me!

The world just keeps on spinning.

I have spent the past couple of days applying online for work at home positions.  I’ve done my research, found what companies are legit, and started filling out the forms.

Today, I got an appointment for a pre-employment interview with one of the companies.

I’m scared spitless.

My heart is racing, it’s hard to breathe.  I mean, this is really happening!

Which the interview part is good, probably the best part of a pretty sucky day.

We found out this morning that Stud’s truck needs a new engine.  Well, at least we know what oil pouring from under the thing means.  Then, and I do mean THEN….

I was taking Son2 to work, driving my dad’s car…. yeah, you don’t have to read to know what’s coming…don’t you just love a good foreshadowing where you know what the author is going to say before you actually read it… my dad’s car broke down.

Now, you would have to know my dad’s cars.

They never break down.  Never.  He’s one of those lucky ones who run’s a car into the ground and then the next owner get’s left on the side of the road on his way home from buying the thing.  Seriously, it happened.  So me breaking down in it today was just some sort of cruel, fate/karma thing .  You know the thing where you look towards Heaven and ask God if he’s enjoying himself.  I’m sure I kept him entertained today.  I drove the car straight to the dealer, remember he just got the vehicle 8 months ago, and had them que it up for repair, and there I sat.  Stud had no way to come get me, my dad had no way to pick me up, Son1 was at work and couldn’t leave.  My brother and his wife finally saved my lazy self from walking the 15 miles home.

But you know what?

Even though all was falling apart, I never panicked, I felt peaceful the entire time.

I still do.

About that.

That interview tomorrow, not so much.

Even if it is over the phone, and internet.

I’m still a nervous wreck.

Sheesh.

In the mean time, Stud is looking for some wheels.  Anybody got a 10-speed they’ll loan him?

Squishified

Well, this year, I will hit a milestone, of the birthday kind.  I will hit 4-0 in September.  Yay me.

In honor of that, I had my yearly physical this week, and my doc was kind enough to send me off to have the boobages squished.  Let me debunk a few myths for you.

#1, IT DID NOT HURT.  Ok, Got that women?  No pain.

#2, I didn’t bruise, get pinched, or anything else even remotely like it.

#3, and this one is for all you men, it was the most mechanical time my girls have been felt up ever.

I’ll find out within a week whether the girls are ok, but seeing as how I’ve breastfed 4 kids for almost 2 years each, I don’t foresee any troubles.

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In other news of the medical sort… I found out yesterday I’m anemic.  Hmmm.  i guess that’s why I’ve felt like crap lately.  Which I guess is better than the other options.  I’m at risk for Lupus and Diabetes, so I’ll take anemia any day.  As long as its the every day variety  that is.

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That new stuff by ky, that yours and mine gel, rocks.

Nuff said bout that.

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I went to Best Buy today with my dad, they sell Mac’s now.  I want one.  Bad.  But not enough to fork over the cashola.

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Do not, and I do mean DO NOT buy anything from this site. Son2 ordered a baseball glove from them a month ago, we haven’t got the glove, no one answers their phone, and they don’t return emails.  yeah, um, I’m thinking we aren’t seeing that money again.  He spent his ENTIRE paycheck one week on that glove.

After we placed the order, I googled them, and wish I had done that first.  Nothing good came of my googling.

Learn from my mistakes, check out a company completely before using them online.

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And for a small funny,

Me, Son2, and my dad went to buy a dryer today for my dad.  He has managed to go through 3 in the past month.  Don’t ask.

We had to stop for gas and pump up the tire on the truck.

There is Son2, all hunched over, putting air in the tire, Dad is watching him, but no air is going in.

Me: did you pay for the air?

Dad- Yeah

Me: daddy, did you put the quarters in the machine?

Son2- papaw, did you start the machine?

Dad- oh, i gotta put the quarters in the machine….

Generation Gap?

I’ll never understand my kids.

Actually, I’ll never understand my kid’s views on me.

I blog, I twitter, I’ve been on the internet for years, so why do they find it so hard to believe I know all about facebook? Better still, why are they so shocked when I find them on facebook and other sites of the same.

I asked oldest tonight who was doing the facebook page for the MiLB team’s mascot, first he wanted to know how I knew the mascot had a facebook, then why I wanted to know who was doing it this year…. sheesh. Ask a simple question, try to have a conversation with the kid, and he gets all defensive. I mean, come on, am I an idiot? I don’t think so.

I’ve been part of online groups, yahoo groups, and other networking things since the internet first came out. I remember WAAAAAY back before AOL even. We had Prodigy, and I conversed with a lot of other mom’s on their rather rudimentary forums back then. I do, in fact, know my way around. Unlike my sister who is afraid to venture from the sites she knows, in fear she can’t get back home. No joke. She told me that.

I know I won’t fall of the edge of the internet world and be forever floating in cyberspace. So why can’t my kids get that I know facebook?