Thursday, March 19, 2009

Thursday Thirteen (shut it -better late than never)

Thirteen Things I Wonder About:

13. How do you throw a garbage can in the garbage?
12. Why does the squirrel always run in front of your car rather than to the safety of the side of the road?
11. How come every time I watch sporting events, my team loses? (my hubby says I'm a cooler - wtf?)
10. Why is that my underwear is the only thing that falls on the floor(laundry room is outside, floor is gross) when I'm doing laundry?
9. Why do my cats, who are supposed to be so stealthy, make so much damn noise from knocking things over and running into inanimate objects?
8. Do color announcers realize how lame they actually are?
7. How much goofing off does my boss really realize I do?
6. Why is it that when I feel lonely, no one is looking for me, but when I need some quiet time, the phone rings constantly?
5. Why do bad things happen to good people? (sorry - this was too obvious to ignore)
4. Does every one's mom manage to make them insane, no matter how much you love each other?
3. Do your children ever truly realize how much you love them?
2. Why is it that the southerners that make it onto television are generally the ones who make the rest of us look bad? (trailer park + tornado = prime time)
1. Why is it that the usual wake up crap (kids with bad dreams, cats knocking over glasses of water, early trash truck) happens just before the alarm clock?


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Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Erin Go Braugh!


In tribute to the Irish in all of us...


This is one race of people for whom psychoanalysis is of no use whatsoever.
— Sigmund Freud, about the Irish


I wish I had read the above a long time ago - I would have stopped trying to figure out my husband!




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Friday, March 13, 2009

Freaky Friday

In honor of Friday the 13th, I have decided to share with you, my five readers, one of my funniest memories from childhood. This one is funny-strange AND funny-haha, a TWOFER, if you will. Anyway, we call it Freaky Friday and my mom is the one who has it down most clearly, but this is the summary. It's better in verbal form because there are many more details but too long here.

1. Mom has flat tire. Two kids in the car and it's about 12947840236 degrees. She has to walk down Hwy 61 to a friend's house with both of us in tow. Did I mention I was barefooted in a bathing suit and that Grace probably weighed 40 pounds as a three year old?

Later:

2. Dad decides to take us all to the beach. We get one of those pop up violent thunderstorms and have to flee to the car. Only we have an addition to our family - a stray yellow lab that for whatever reason my dad decided we had to rescue. So, two parents, two kids, all associated beach stuff and a soaking wet random dog in our car. Mom manages to find a shelter to drop the dog off while Dad stays in the car. Nice.

3. Get home, get cleaned up and try to salvage the day by going out to dinner at Carey Hillard's. That's right, folks, class all the way. Anyway, we are eating dinner and the power goes out in the restaurant.

4. Back home again, the power is out there also. By this time, everyone had just had it and was ready for bed. Because there was no power there was also no A/C and remember, it's 4723017025 degrees, so us kids were sleeping on the floor in the hall.

5. Everyone has been asleep for a few hours when I wake up because I was throwing up. At this point in my life, I had hair almost to my waist and since I was asleep when my stomach decided to revolt, well, let's just say it wasn't good. Poor Mom gets me cleaned up, remakes a place for me to sleep, gets Grace back to sleep and goes back to bed. Remember, this is all happening in the dark.

6. At four AM the power comes back on. Great, right? Only not so much at our house because my dad had gone around flipping all the light switches, television, radio, etc. - pretty much anything with power and hadn't turned them off. So, in the middle of the night, our house comes to life with a PASSION. Mom finally cracks and goes ballistic and we all begin our day.

So, in case you have ever wondered where my bad luck came from, I would tell you to look back to that fateful day in 1983 when my history of misfortune began.

Happy Friday!




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Thursday, March 12, 2009

Scramble

Do you ever have times when you think that there just isn't enough room in your head for all the different things you are trying to think about? This week has been like that.

Worrying about/praying for Forester (my friends child who has recently begun treatment for brain cancer) has consumed a lot of mental/spiritual space. Alongside this, and, I believe, no coincidence, has been a particular blog I read - subject matter a couple of times this week has been about her spiritual life and her particular struggles. I have been following this blog off and on for a couple of years now, and, not to sound like a weirdo, her writing has gone from really good, to INSPIRED in the past week. Again, what has struck me most strongly is the timing of it all. Not to be dramatic about it, but her first post about dropped me like a stone - coincidence? I think not.

www.suburbanturmoil.blogspot.com - Please check this out if you are like me and can't quite get a grip on all of it.

The timing on this has been nothing short of divine, because ever since I found out about Forester's illness, I have prayed more in the last two weeks than I have in the last two years. However, I feel like a hypocrite, like I don't have the right to pray and ask God for anything, because I have virtually ignored Him and everything else related to the Christian life for quite a long time. What to do? I believe and I don't believe all at the same time. It's so confusing.

So take all of this, throw in work, friends, kids, school (and associated insanity), soccer, t-ball, and random pet catastrophes and you will see why I feel so mentally scrambled! Eggs, anyone?


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Monday, March 9, 2009

There's just nothing to say about this









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Thursday, March 5, 2009

Thursday Thirteen

Thirteen Reasons I Am Looking Forward To Warm Weather:

13. Observing people getting crazier and crazier due to the heat.
12. Not feeling like it's the middle of the night when the alarm goes off.
11. House shaking thunderstorms - although nerve wracking, still so impressive.
10. Staying at the beach so long that my kids go to bed waaay early.
9. TOMATOES! This is very important to me - probably my favorite food overall.
8. All other fruits and veggies that are so tasty in the summer.
7. Gamecock Baseball (at least we're good at something)
6. Being able to actually see and enjoy your pedicure.
5. The smell of lawns being mowed.
4. Getting a tiny bit of color on my white self.
3. The good movies coming out so you can escape the heat in an ice cold theater.
2. Crabbing, boating, fishing - anything on the water.
1. All the cookouts, get togethers, parties, weddings - so much to do!




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Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Shaken, not stirred

OK, the last 24 hours have been a little surreal. Because I have a tendency towards long posts, I am going to keep it short by doing this bullet style.

- BIG Facebook mix up. Much drama yesterday afternoon that was reaching the point of insanity before it was revealed what had actually happened. There will be much plotting and scheming the demise of the individuals responsible for this chaos. More details to follow.

- My daughter has a Strep A infection...downstairs. Yep, at seven years old, the poor thing has been introduced to the downside of being a chick. Hopefully the antibiotic will nuke this thing ASAP.

- I went to fill Will's Vyvanse and it turns out we are missing eleven pills. This is a controlled substance similar to Ritalin, so this is not good for several different reasons, first and foremost, because he needs it, not to mention that it's expensive and WHERE DID IT GO?

- Extraordinary sales meeting this morning. Not the subject matter so much, but the presenter. Middle aged guy wearing a zoot suit for lack of a better description. Black and white pinstripes, hot pink polka dot bow tie, suspenders, Fedora (jauntily cocked to the side of course), Aviator sunglasses, several rings, a couple of bracelets and, wait for it, a SPRAY TAN!!! Awesome way to start the day.

- Science night and book fair last night at Celi's school, Girl Scouts tonight, soccer and t-ball this Saturday. Sigh...

- Helga is in the shop for a new timing belt amongst other possibilities, which thrills me to no end, seeing as how the selfish biyatch just got all new tires last week! Seriously.

- Most importantly, Lindsey from Suburban Turmoil commented on my blog! I have arrived!!!




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Monday, March 2, 2009

Rebeccah Connelly, Meanie Pants

While I am normally a pretty upbeat person, occasionally I get in these moods that are either very dark or very angry. Generally this is short-lived and leaves only a few casualties. (Fatalies are extremely rare, but not unheard of, btw.) Anyway, the last couple of days has found me in one of the angry moods. Not like scary stay away from her angry - more along the lines of simmering just below the surface, waiting to leak out. Even more unsettling, I feel like being mean. Really mean. Which is also weird for me, because even though I do have a tendency towards mouthing off, I'm not really known for pure ugliness. What bothers is me is why this happens. I have a list of things that I am not happy about, but I know that I have tons of blessings, so what is the problem? Why does the bad list overshadow the good one? I have a friend whose child has very recently been diagnosed with cancer, and here I am complaining about MY life? Make me feel like a jerk, and I try to keep it in perspective, but sometimes it feels like I will never get a break. I told Lawt that I would almost rather being hit once with a bat, than hit fifty times with a ruler. I know this isn't super fun light reading like usual, but I think sometimes you just have to gripe a little before you can dust yourself off and keep going. Sometimes I feel like I'm waiting for my REAL life to start, like this one is just a test run, which it very obviously is not. Enough complaining - things will be back to normal next post. If anyone else feels this way, it would be nice to know about...(hint, hint - comments!)




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