Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Insomnia, get thee away fromst me-eth

I hate insomnia...although honestly I don't know of many people who just embrace it with an all encompassing love. Last night I flipped and flopped until I just finally turned on the TV and watched a movie. Yes I know that the TV just stimulates the brain and makes it even harder to go to sleep, but I wasn't making any progress laying there in the dark getting spooked by the weird sound I heard outside. I did watch "The King's Speech" which I have always wanted to see and just haven't. It was wonderful and Colin Firth certainly deserved his Oscar. But his performance did not send me into sleep land. My friend has some essential oils ordered for me that she swears by for sleep and relaxation. I am willing to try anything at this point. If I didn't have to get up and yield to nature's call, I would drink Sleepytime tea before bed. Melatonin is useless. So I will catch up on my deep thoughts and ruminations whilst listening to the hub breathe and the two youngers talk in their sleep. Maybe that will eventually put me to sleep as well. Peer pressure sleep style. It could work.


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Tuesday, March 3, 2015

The tooth is OUT!

The boy has struggled for a few weeks with one of his top front teeth. It has been hanging by a root that must be stronger than Hercules himself. He has worked on that thing and it is a flippin' miracle that he hasn't gotten the flu or the stomach crud or worse with his hand in his mouth all the time. That tooth has been twisted and turned and pulled and pushed. Nothing. I feel for the boy, but frankly we are sick of hearing about that tooth. So tonight he got some floss(for the the third night in a row)and started trying to saw the thing out. The the hub crossed the ends and showed him how to try and pop the thing out. Nothing. Finally, we heard a cry from upstairs "It's OUT!". We got upstairs and found that it was indeed out. The problem was that it came out with such force that it flew to an unknown destination. So here we were with our cell phone flashlights crawling on the floor looking for the blasted tooth. "That thing is going to hurt if someone steps on it!". "What will the Fairy do if we don't find it?". All good questions. Then suddenly, I spotted something white with a red end. There it was. Thank goodness! It is now on his dresser awaiting Tooth Fairy transport. Let's hope she finds it.


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Monday, March 2, 2015

Back to the grindstone

School started back today, friends, after two weeks of frozen, snowy, slothy fun. Based on how I received them at pickup, I imagine they will sleep well tonight. I know I will. Currently I am sitting at an elementary school while G has her practice for honors choir. The Daisy Scout meeting next to me is quite lively. They had a police officer as part of their meeting today, so we know they won't get too out of hand. I am fighting hard the urge to lay down in the hallway here and take a nap. That, I imagine, is frowned upon...especially in a public school building. They probably frown upon people squatting in the hallway. I have my earphones on and am blasting the wild sounds of Bob Newhart so I won't hear the choir practice. I want it to be a surprise when we see their performance. Tha Daisies are now coming out of their meeting. Apparently it was police and pajamas night with the Daisies. They are hyped up with the leavings of Girl Scout cookies on their mouths. One dad looked like he might make a run for it as his child ran out of the meeting, jumped on the wall and bounced off like a pinball. That should be a great ride home.

The kids are coming out for their bathroom break. I'm going to sneak a hug and then get back to Bob. Have a good evening.


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Sunday, March 1, 2015

It's over

Today has been a whirlwind for sure. G's choir group had their fundraiser luncheon and performance today. It was so nice. We had more people show up than we thought would. The kids have a grade A group, but the weather has made promotion of their program nearly impossible. The kids were so proud to help serve and care for the patrons of their lunch and took ownership of the whole thing. Their program was excellent! My child sang her song and made it through quite nicely in spite of her shoddy accompanist(me). I brought a bit of the islands to her song with my ukulele when I started playing the thing the right way. Sausage fingers here got a bit fumbly and nervous. Okay, I was terrified and about to throw up, but G sang beautifully and cleaned up my mess. Her friends played lovely piano and violin and reocrder pieces and sang lovely songs. It was great and now it is over. Thank goodness.

On a different note, I ask you to pray for a family we know. One of their members is struggling in the hospital and we just pray for total and complete healing and strength for the family. It is a scary time for them and we hope for the best.

I'm going to get comfy and watch, yes I am, Downton Abbey. Night all.


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Saturday, February 28, 2015

The sun is nice to see

We had a lot of stuff to do today and most of it was inside. The hub was kind enough to help me finish the rest of the consignment sale stuff. Now all that's left is to get it safely delivered to its destination. Then there was the matter of the consignment prep aftermath. Kids can get a little crazy when there is a tagging gun involved, so I was picking up little plastic pieces all day long...or picking them out of my feet as I stepped on several of them over the course of the day. A birthday present needed to be prepared and the kitchen needed to be straightened. The girls needed to be at church for a singing rehearsal and then we were helping with the community meal at church. So, even though we were busy with inside work, the sun was glorious to see. It's beams broke through the windows like a beacon of hope and warmth. Our moods were buoyed, until we played a knock down drag out game of Blokus and some ugliness occurred, but we rallied after apologies were given. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day, so I am going to bed. I have to be the ukulele accompaniment for my 10 year old's song tomorrow. Pray I don't screw it up for her. Yipes.


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Friday, February 27, 2015

Tired feet, tired mom

It has been a fairly busy day. I've been tagging a lot of Picky Chick items for consignment. Luckily the hub and I have a good system and have for many years. I give him prices, brands and sizes and he is my data entry man. I am grateful for his help. It goes so much faster that way. S got trained on the tagging gun, provided thanks to our friend M, and tagged all the items entered. I also spent a few hours at the mall today. S and her friends were really needing some time together after all this snow and met to shop and eat and just be together. I didn't make the bst decision and wore the wrong shoes. They were the right shoes for the weather, wrong for walking the mall. The hub has gone out with some friends for a little bit, but I hope he might pity me and rub my feet for just a bit when he gets home. Steel toed engineer shoes are not a good idea, although they would have been ideal to kick the obnoxious mall train's reign of terror on the shoppers. I swear that thing tried to purposely run over an elderly couples' toes when they didn't move out of its way quick enough. They had hearing aids for Heaven's sake. They were not aware of its presence. After we got home, the hub and I went to a meeting and then returned home. He went oout for a bit and I made two cakes for a fundraiser lunch on Sunday. The singing group G is in is having a lunch and talent show to raise money for their group. If you are in the area, come and join us. It will be sweet!

I am now going to attempt to go to bed and rest my feet. Tomorrow should be another Picky Chickin' day. It'll all be good. Night all.


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Thursday, February 26, 2015

More snow...how 'bout that?

We went to bed with a nice steady snow a-fallin' and woke up with quite a substantial blanket on top of what we already had on the ground. The kids were excited, again, about the snow and how it made everything look fresh and clean and not slushy again. There was also excitement upon finding out that this was the first snow we have had with good packing snow. "Do you wanna build a snowman?" was referenced way too many times today, but it was appropriate for the occasion. The boy wanted to build an igloo, but the sun was not on our side and things started melting and getting unccoperative. This was met with much frustration which ultimately ended our time outside...that and the fact that my children had thrown so many snowballs at my rear end that I needed an immediate change of clothes.

Later this evening, Sarah decided that she wanted to make some more snow cream, kind of a last hurrah for dessert snow. Our bowls that had been so full of lovely, fluffy snow in the morning had been reduced to metal bowls of cold water. So, I sent S outside to get some remaining snow that has not been touched by the dog. A full bowl was brought to the kitchen and I began to mix in the cream part. It got a little soupy for some reason, but I kept on mixing...until something little and brown surfaced. Oh no. I asked where exactly the snow had been harvested from and realized what the brown was. We live with woods in our backyard and lots of frolicking squirrels. They like to sit on our patio railing and eat our hickory nuts...and poop. YES. There was squirrel poop in my lovely vanilla snow cream. And I had tasted it. Wellll, scrap that batch. I sent her out for new, instructing her to skim off the top and to use her flashlight on her phone to make sure there was no yellow or brown in it. We tried again. Meh. Not nearly as tasty as our other batches, but you can't win 'em all. Heck, we were winning in the fact that we weren't eating squirrel feces flavored dessert. I know what my nightmares will be about tonight.

Gag ack barf....




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