Last night was my 5 year anniversary. Five down, five to go. You read that right, five to go. I break my years into five year increments. Why? Some people take it one day at a time, some 1 year at at time, you get my point. I strive for the 5 years at a time.
My first marriage was a disaster, I don't want my second one to be a disaster too. Divorce is NOT an option this time around. Now don't get me wrong, I understand the reasons for divorce...my first marriage there was a reason. It took a long time coming because we thought that we were doing a good thing for Sam, but by year one, the emotional abuse started, by year two, the verbal, then by year three we were in the throws of a physically abusive relationship. By year four, we co existed in the house together for the sake of Sam. I lived that type of hell for three more years. Leaving was easy, but the hardest thing I've ever done.
Now with marriage number two going, I had a lot of baggage with me. Given the crap I had lived through before, my motto was "did it once, not going to do it again". I thought I was a hard ass. I thought that I didn't need to be in a relationship if I wasn't happy....I was looking for the easy way out. Poor Patrick never knew when I was going to get pissed off and start packing. I know in the first two years I did it to him at least three times...he may correct me on that number, but I remember three distinct times.
Then one day I told him that I can live with out him, I just don't want and choose not too. I told him that I needed to be able to tell him when I was having the "run away" feelings, he said he'd rather me tell him I'm getting to that point than let it brew. It's been three years since I've had that happen. Now don't get me wrong, I'm going to beat this man some day, he drives me nuts! BUT as I said, divorce is NOT an option and I don't want to live with out him.
So celebrating 5 years last night, may, to some, not be a big deal, to me, it was. Five years of living with a man who in one second can make feel like I'm his world, and in the next second, makes me see red, then has me cracking up in the next....life is definitely funner this time around!!! I have my best friend who, while he does have the emotions of a rock (his words not mine, and I do correct him, cause a rock will weep) and even though it's not as often as I would like to feel it (I'm Words of Affirmation, and I'll admit...needy in the reassurance dept.) I know I'm his everything. So while the first 5 years weren't exactly smooth sailing, I know that these next 5 years are going to be smoother than the first. How do I know this? Well first and foremost, we both have Jesus Christ as our Lord and Savior....the first three years we didn't have that...let me tell you, having HIM in our lives has made a HUGE impact!!! Second, because of the first, we both have grown and have learned from the first 5 years. Looking back over the last two years, I see how different we reacted to things that in the first two years would of, could of torn us apart, made our paths different that what they are now. Don't get me wrong...it's not all lovey dovey here...I'd have to throw something at him if it was....eww! I want to know that I'm loved beyond measure, but I want to laugh and have fun too....I would like to have a little more of traditional romance in life, but I know if I leave the house on the weekend, there is a 90% chance that I will come back and the dishes will be done and he is vacuuming...now THAT is sexy and romantic!! GRRRRRRR!!!!! So how do I cope with the "lack" of traditional romance....well first I avoid romantic movies as much as possible..it leads me to have a discontent heart....it's a red letter day if we watch something sappy and I'm not asking Patrick why he doesn't do that for me......(time to remind myself that if I put my feet in his lap, they get rubbed, remind myself if I ask almost anything of him, he will do it or get it for me, time to remind myself, that I don't want some other man, I want this one...besides do I wanna laugh and love with him or do I want all of that mushy crap all the time????) The third reason I know that these next five years will be easier than the first (in different way will be easy, I know we will have trials and tribulations...there is no such thing as smooth sailing in a marriage, but how you react and treat is what makes a difference) is that I'm not expecting my husband to fill every need I have.
This came as a revelation to me a while back....I expected my husband to grow super hero powers and fill my every need. Not just physical, but emotional, spiritual, and even block the pain of some baggage I have. Wow! No wonder sometimes he pulled away! I, looking back, can't blame him. I had him, in my mind and heart, being something, doing something, he was never made to do! I realize the undo pressure he had on him, I don't even know if he knew I was expecting that of him. The revelation came to me after some kicking and screaming on my part...I turn into a temperamental toddler when I feel the Lord leading me someplace I don't want to go, or helping me to shed layers that He is ready for me to shed.....and boy this one particular week he had a LOT of layers for me to shed...OUCH! But during this time, is when I realized I was expecting Patrick to be what God was letting me know HE and not Patrick should be filling.....WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Talk about a wight lifted...have you ever worn one of those lead vests that you get when getting an X-Ray? Imagine have 4 or 5 of those on, and then the feeling of having them taken off....it was exhilarating! So now I try to remind myself, when I start feeling needy cause of a hole in my heart....is it Patrick's job to fill that hole, No, the Lord gave him to me for a relationship, not fill a need, I go into prayer and ask the Lord to fill that need and help me deal with it.....thankfully He knows that, and sends Patrick and my friends to do some dirty work in my life...haha! No pressure there huh??? :)
Now I know I'm getting chatty with this one...get over it....haha!
On another subject...told you I was getting chatty....if your reading this and your feeling your baggage and have feelings of rejection....or you just want to hear a good message...watch this video http://ginghamsburg.org/sermon/resources/2009_03_29_Video/267/ it's from our service this past weekend....here's a description.......Rejection--part of every life. Sometimes imagined. Other times earned. Never any fun. But…if we examine its source, surrender control, and embrace God’s F.A.C.T.S., we will fearlessly move from the loneliness of rejection to resurrected life.
A verse that I would like to share that I feel sums up what I feel is Isaiah 58:9 "Then you will call, and the Lord will answer you. You will cry, and he will say, 'Here I am' "
I'm warning you...if your following this, I CAN get chatty...who knew I could say so much...haha, just imagine if this was a phone call...Tonya is still recovering from a three hour phone call...THREE YEARS ago!!! haha! So, somedays, I'll be short and sweet...other day's you may get me in a chatty mood.....I'll keep ya guessing..haha!
Next time though I promise I won't get too heavy on ya, I'll be updating you on the fact that I need to get Mikayla a helmet and how fun it's going to be tomorrow taking her for an eye exam with a black eye!!!!!!!!!!
Have a great day!
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Where have all the socks gone????
Where have all the bobbysocks gone?? (think in the tune of the song...where have all the cowboys gone?) How hard is it to keep the socks together? You put two on, one for each foot. You take two off, one for each foot. You put two in the laundry basket...assuming you use a laundry basket...you should be putting two in the wash, and then two in the dryer...RIGHT???? Simple enough. Then how come two don't come out????????????
This is a disturbing question for me after a twenty minute search for missing socks. I've confirmed that there isn't a black hole in my washer, I've confirmed that there isn't a sock monster (cookie monsters cousin) in my dryer. (oh and on a side note...I ventured into the teenagers room in this quest.....I'm seeing RED!!!)
Now I really can't complain about the laundry....cause I don't do it....I SUCK at it...I mean REALLY SUCK at it. So my poor hubby does it. Now don't get me wrong, I can do it...I can get in the wash and on a good day, I can remember to get it into the dryer...and EVEN BETTER day, I can get it out of the dryer...it's a freaking red letter day if I do all that AND put it away! :) Now the part that I have a problem with is the fact that it's not folded like I like, but I shut up, cause I KNOW...he's told me this before, if I don't like it, then I can do it myself...nicely of course. My poor family would be screwed if that ever happens...trust me I know cause it has happened.
Now, I have small feet...I have an 8 year old son and a 16 year old daughter...socks can get messed up. My daughter doesn't mind...it adds to her amount, my son on the other hand...."DAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDD THESE ARE NOT MY SOCKS!!!!!!!!!!!! Ooops!
They are easy to miss assign to the wrong person...it happens, BUT HOW is it possible for one of these socks to go completely missing?????
I keep asking myself this question....and since no one is home right now, I get to talk to myself.....nothing weird about that...that is except for the fact that when I answer myself...it's in the voice of Srgt. Friday.....????????????? We'll figure that one out at another time....:)
WHY are there four different piles of mismatched socks? I don't know Ma'am. Oh look, I just matched four pair. Good for you Ma'am. Why is it so hard to do. I don't know Ma'am, but the mistress of the Plantation can't do it, so it's left up to the Court Jester (that's right! I called myself the mistress of a Plantation...cause in my head I'm the mistress of a great plantation...an equal opportunity plantation, but a good ole southern belle plantation mistress I am...yeah I'm crazy!) Why does the Court Jester do the laundry? The Mistress would go into palpitations if she had to do it, Ma'am. But the Court Jester??? Yes, Ma'am. Oh my! It's not so bad, ma'am, when the sheets get washed we find more socks. WHAT????Yes ma'am, we find socks in the dirty sheets, and then when we change the sheets, we find clean socks in them. Our missing sock pile will drop dramatically, ma'am. It' would help, ma'am, if the mistress would change the sheets more often, but we don't complain. Oh that is just gross!!! Yes ma'am it is, but we don't talk about it.
Are ya getting a good picture of the inner workings of my mind yet??? If nice young men in white coats show up on my door step...I'll know it was YOU that called them....haha!
So here I am, with a pile of miss matched socks....wondering .....Where have all the bobbysocks gone???? (your going to have this tune in your mind for the rest of the day!!!!!!!!!!! hahah...evil laugh!!
This is a disturbing question for me after a twenty minute search for missing socks. I've confirmed that there isn't a black hole in my washer, I've confirmed that there isn't a sock monster (cookie monsters cousin) in my dryer. (oh and on a side note...I ventured into the teenagers room in this quest.....I'm seeing RED!!!)
Now I really can't complain about the laundry....cause I don't do it....I SUCK at it...I mean REALLY SUCK at it. So my poor hubby does it. Now don't get me wrong, I can do it...I can get in the wash and on a good day, I can remember to get it into the dryer...and EVEN BETTER day, I can get it out of the dryer...it's a freaking red letter day if I do all that AND put it away! :) Now the part that I have a problem with is the fact that it's not folded like I like, but I shut up, cause I KNOW...he's told me this before, if I don't like it, then I can do it myself...nicely of course. My poor family would be screwed if that ever happens...trust me I know cause it has happened.
Now, I have small feet...I have an 8 year old son and a 16 year old daughter...socks can get messed up. My daughter doesn't mind...it adds to her amount, my son on the other hand...."DAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDD THESE ARE NOT MY SOCKS!!!!!!!!!!!! Ooops!
They are easy to miss assign to the wrong person...it happens, BUT HOW is it possible for one of these socks to go completely missing?????
I keep asking myself this question....and since no one is home right now, I get to talk to myself.....nothing weird about that...that is except for the fact that when I answer myself...it's in the voice of Srgt. Friday.....????????????? We'll figure that one out at another time....:)
WHY are there four different piles of mismatched socks? I don't know Ma'am. Oh look, I just matched four pair. Good for you Ma'am. Why is it so hard to do. I don't know Ma'am, but the mistress of the Plantation can't do it, so it's left up to the Court Jester (that's right! I called myself the mistress of a Plantation...cause in my head I'm the mistress of a great plantation...an equal opportunity plantation, but a good ole southern belle plantation mistress I am...yeah I'm crazy!) Why does the Court Jester do the laundry? The Mistress would go into palpitations if she had to do it, Ma'am. But the Court Jester??? Yes, Ma'am. Oh my! It's not so bad, ma'am, when the sheets get washed we find more socks. WHAT????Yes ma'am, we find socks in the dirty sheets, and then when we change the sheets, we find clean socks in them. Our missing sock pile will drop dramatically, ma'am. It' would help, ma'am, if the mistress would change the sheets more often, but we don't complain. Oh that is just gross!!! Yes ma'am it is, but we don't talk about it.
Are ya getting a good picture of the inner workings of my mind yet??? If nice young men in white coats show up on my door step...I'll know it was YOU that called them....haha!
So here I am, with a pile of miss matched socks....wondering .....Where have all the bobbysocks gone???? (your going to have this tune in your mind for the rest of the day!!!!!!!!!!! hahah...evil laugh!!
Friday, March 27, 2009
It's official...I have no life!!!
I now have proof that I have NO LIFE!!!! It's 8:30 on Friday night....I'm on a three way phone call with my mother and grandmother...yes, you read that right...my mother AND grandmother!!! Why you ask am I on a three way?? Well we originally started talking about my sisters latest plight....I love her, but she's....well you know that one girl that we all know,that one your in the middle of a conversation with and say "look dead bird" and she looks and says where???? THAT'S my sister....God love the airhead....haha! Anywho...we are talking, somehow the conversation turns to the fact that I had to bury my grandma's cat today....normally not a funny thing, but somehow when my family is involved....well if I had a normal family it would be different. I'm telling my mother about the mini shovel that I had to use...seriously what little kid did you steal this from grandma???? I would never be a good grave digger, and I could never successfully hide a body....at least not with this mini shovel. Then my sister showes up with a friend that I don't like...ohhhhhh I have a shovel in my hands, one hard WHACK and.....hehe (evil laugh) yeah this mini wouldn't make a bruise and like I said, I'd never be able to dig a hole big enough....so back to digging....yep all three of them now are standing there watching me dig with a shovel my three year old could maneuver. Well I'm done, then the conversation turns to the mound...."should we cover it? with what? I don't know. Grandma-I have a bench we can put over it. Jamie-Oh I like that! Me- The first person to sit on this (also mini) bench will hear a loud crunch! OMG!!!!!!!!!!! The looks that I got!!! Well come on....do you REALLY want to sit on a bench that COULD fall into the soft dirt????And you know what I'm referring to!!! NO! So then we continue...what do we do...I say these large river rocks that grandma had, Jamie wants a grave stone with a kitty on it with 1990-2009 (yes this cat was 19 years old) on it.....we are NOT getting a grave stone! Okay how about a garden rock, we can paint it....you have fun with that Jamie.!!!
Okay so this entire conversation is shared with my mom, who then realizes that her cat Tigger is the last of the California cats.....WHAT????? Wrong question to ask...this simple word sent my mom into what is I know was at least 10 minutes of trying to remember which animals flew and which animals drove across country with them.....was it Annie, Tigger and Blaze that drove with me? No Grandma says you had Henry. Oh yeah! Henry slept on the dashboard all the way...no, no, it was Henry and Tigger and Beethoven...the dog that drove. No I had two cats with me, this is grandma pipin in...I'm listening to this go on, all the while looking for a sharp object to put me out of this misery!!! I told my mom that her animals were like Jamie's boyfriends...too many to keep up with....OH WAIT!! It was Hersey that was with us!! Hersey????? The rat. HOW?!?! How can you confuse a RAT with a CAT??? I do understand that they both have the AT in them...but come one! It's at this moment that I realize I have NO LIFE!!!!!
So, with out solving the great mystery of which animal flew and which drove (get the mental picture you have of flying cats and driving dogs you KNOW you have in your head right now....)Jamie calls mom on her cell phone....ah the drama that is my sister...well grandma and I at first are being quiet...not to be nice, but so we can here what they are talking about....well then, ever so rudely mom leaves the room...or at least goes far away enough from the phone that we can't here anymore....rude I'm telling you!!!
This leaves Grandma and I to chat.....update time...yes I found out what that smell was....it wasn't something dead under my house....it wasn't me....It was a cup of milk that Mikayla had dropped behind the couch....next to the vent, but in a place where you couldn't see it when looking under the couch....EWWWWWWWWWWW YUCK! That was NOT fun cleaning up....but thank goodness for Febreez!!! Also after a long week of dissecting my daughters poo...The penny came out!! YIPPIE!!!!! This wasn't after attempts on Mikayla's part to get it out....she was upside down on the couch the other day trying to "shake" it out...don't ask.
Well then I tell her about Thursday morning.....we had over slept, and as I was trying to get Mikayla ready for preschool (or two hours of heaven as I call it) Patrick comes in to her room...I'm getting Mikayla dressed and he is waiting for his goodbye kiss. Nothing too out of the normal your thinking...just wait it gets better.....so as I'm getting Mikayla ready, not noticing Patrick standing there yet, I turn and see him...the look on his face was of complete rejection.....you know that kid, the one who is always jumping up and down waving his arms..."look at me, look at me, LOOOOOOOOOOOOK AAAATTTTTT MMMMEEEEEEEE!!!" You know him we all do...well that was the mental picture I had of my husband at that moment based off the look on his face....you know how you have reality, then the brain kicks in and the comedy starts...yeah that was it. Grandma is cracking up at this time, cause you have to know my husband to understand how that would so not be something he would do....then I made the mistake of telling her what Tina had said when I continued with this story. Patrick's look of rejection is because of this......for the last 4 years each and every morning, I get up, I fix coffee, Patrick eats breakfast, I pour his cup of coffee, get the paper and walk him to the door....goodbye kiss and all.....Ozzie and Harriet is what Tina called it...yes I confess for 5 minutes every morning, I revert to the 1957 house wife and walk my husband to the door, hand him his coffee and paper, and Mikayla and I kiss him goodbye for the day.....for those of you that don't know me...I'm SO NOT a 1957 house wife....and NO I don't greet him when he gets home with a Martini and slippers....Grandma wanted to know if she came over in the morning if we'd be in black and white....bite me Grandma!!!! So for me to not walk him to the door, was just a blow to him....he'll live.....I know Tina WILL make fun of me for this, this dirty little confession of mine will come back to bite me in the butt someday!!! haha...
So now in the excitement that is my Friday night... I sit here on my couch, relfecting over the nights events...or lack there of...and realize I HAVE NO LIFE!!!!!!
Have a great weekend!!!!
Okay so this entire conversation is shared with my mom, who then realizes that her cat Tigger is the last of the California cats.....WHAT????? Wrong question to ask...this simple word sent my mom into what is I know was at least 10 minutes of trying to remember which animals flew and which animals drove across country with them.....was it Annie, Tigger and Blaze that drove with me? No Grandma says you had Henry. Oh yeah! Henry slept on the dashboard all the way...no, no, it was Henry and Tigger and Beethoven...the dog that drove. No I had two cats with me, this is grandma pipin in...I'm listening to this go on, all the while looking for a sharp object to put me out of this misery!!! I told my mom that her animals were like Jamie's boyfriends...too many to keep up with....OH WAIT!! It was Hersey that was with us!! Hersey????? The rat. HOW?!?! How can you confuse a RAT with a CAT??? I do understand that they both have the AT in them...but come one! It's at this moment that I realize I have NO LIFE!!!!!
So, with out solving the great mystery of which animal flew and which drove (get the mental picture you have of flying cats and driving dogs you KNOW you have in your head right now....)Jamie calls mom on her cell phone....ah the drama that is my sister...well grandma and I at first are being quiet...not to be nice, but so we can here what they are talking about....well then, ever so rudely mom leaves the room...or at least goes far away enough from the phone that we can't here anymore....rude I'm telling you!!!
This leaves Grandma and I to chat.....update time...yes I found out what that smell was....it wasn't something dead under my house....it wasn't me....It was a cup of milk that Mikayla had dropped behind the couch....next to the vent, but in a place where you couldn't see it when looking under the couch....EWWWWWWWWWWW YUCK! That was NOT fun cleaning up....but thank goodness for Febreez!!! Also after a long week of dissecting my daughters poo...The penny came out!! YIPPIE!!!!! This wasn't after attempts on Mikayla's part to get it out....she was upside down on the couch the other day trying to "shake" it out...don't ask.
Well then I tell her about Thursday morning.....we had over slept, and as I was trying to get Mikayla ready for preschool (or two hours of heaven as I call it) Patrick comes in to her room...I'm getting Mikayla dressed and he is waiting for his goodbye kiss. Nothing too out of the normal your thinking...just wait it gets better.....so as I'm getting Mikayla ready, not noticing Patrick standing there yet, I turn and see him...the look on his face was of complete rejection.....you know that kid, the one who is always jumping up and down waving his arms..."look at me, look at me, LOOOOOOOOOOOOK AAAATTTTTT MMMMEEEEEEEE!!!" You know him we all do...well that was the mental picture I had of my husband at that moment based off the look on his face....you know how you have reality, then the brain kicks in and the comedy starts...yeah that was it. Grandma is cracking up at this time, cause you have to know my husband to understand how that would so not be something he would do....then I made the mistake of telling her what Tina had said when I continued with this story. Patrick's look of rejection is because of this......for the last 4 years each and every morning, I get up, I fix coffee, Patrick eats breakfast, I pour his cup of coffee, get the paper and walk him to the door....goodbye kiss and all.....Ozzie and Harriet is what Tina called it...yes I confess for 5 minutes every morning, I revert to the 1957 house wife and walk my husband to the door, hand him his coffee and paper, and Mikayla and I kiss him goodbye for the day.....for those of you that don't know me...I'm SO NOT a 1957 house wife....and NO I don't greet him when he gets home with a Martini and slippers....Grandma wanted to know if she came over in the morning if we'd be in black and white....bite me Grandma!!!! So for me to not walk him to the door, was just a blow to him....he'll live.....I know Tina WILL make fun of me for this, this dirty little confession of mine will come back to bite me in the butt someday!!! haha...
So now in the excitement that is my Friday night... I sit here on my couch, relfecting over the nights events...or lack there of...and realize I HAVE NO LIFE!!!!!!
Have a great weekend!!!!
Thursday, March 26, 2009
What is that smell???
Okay, gotta share this today.
This is the week from....well, it's not from hell, but it's pretty darn close. Actually it's the week, looking back, of hilarity (don't know if that's a real word or not, but I'm using it!)
We'll start with Monday, Sarah came over in the morning, after us sucking down some coffee...which I do believe she refers to as "crack juice" Why? Cause some of us like real coffee, not fufu juice as she likes (her words, not mine) So imagine if you will, me and Sarah all cracked out on coffee....Brooke and Mikayla running around, a ladder, a chair and a stencil that is the kind that you have to supposedly "peel and stick" LIARS!!! There was no peeling or sticking...it was more like rub, rub, rub, peel, rub again, peel a little more. Mean while Sarah is a nervous wreck cause you only get one shot!. THEN came the time to "center" it on the wall....oh yeah THAT was fun....Me on the ladder, Sarah on the floor..."bring the left up a fuz, no down a fuz, up a fuz, bring the right down a fuz, to your left, back to the right...THERE!!!!. And before you ask....yes, we had a level, yes we make marks on the wall, yes we measured....but keep in mind...we are cracked out on coffee too...it is after all 9:30am. :) AHH..One down one to go! Simple right....NOT!!! Then Hewitt calls....come on over!!! You can laugh at Mutt and Jeff over here....by this time we were on round two of the pot of coffee.....poor Jenny comes over, Sarah and I are STILL working on number two...stencil that is, not the other number two, so now I have BOTH Jenny and Sarah....this is after the next round of "rub, rub, rub, peel, rub....oh crap be careful...I hate these little letters, rub, rub, peel"....this one took THREE of us to do!!!Up a fuz...did you measure? where are your marks? That would be Hewitt asking logical questions of us....should of seen the look she got...haha!
So then by this time Sarah is over the top...I gotta go get my kid....oh look out the E came off!! Here comes Jenny with two tooth picks to fix the E. Meanwhile Sarah is going into palpitations cause she just KNOWS we are going to mess the E up.....Jenny fixes the E, Sarah leaves to go get her kid.....I in the mean time convince Jenny to drink some coffee (insert evil laugh here) She DRINKS IT!!!!!!!! Fast forward to 4 that day when I go over to her house to drop Mali off.....what do I see??? Jenny outside RIPPING a bush...roots and all out of her flower bed....Jenny 1, bush 0......therapy she called....cracked out from coffee is what I call it ( oh and for those of you who don't know...Jenny doesn't drink caffeine...ever, so imagine her day after a cup of MY coffee!!!) evil laugh again!!! haha!
Now in the mean time, we are also in the middle of a bathroom "face lift".....simple right?? Paint and put up beadbord and chair rail.....NOT in my house it's not simple!!! So Saturday, Patrick called me as I was picking out lights..the conversation is as follows: "Have you left Lowes yet? No, why? I broke the toilet. WHAT?!?! How did you break the toilet??? I had a piece of wood in my hands and tripped and dropped it and it broke the toilet. Okay, I'll get a new toilet (not thinking nice thoughts of my husband right now) Keep in mind, I have Mikayla with me, she over hears the conversation and proceeded to tell EVERYONE in the store "Daddy broke the toilet with wood!" and I mean EVERYONE...even her Sunday school teacher....poor Patrick, he can't show his face to anyone right now thanks to Mikayla telling everyone..haha. Me in the mean time, being the mean spirit I can be, I'm thinkig....punnishment...MINI TOILET!!!!hahaha! No I didn't do that, but I was tempted, specially after he said he wanted to plant FLOWERS in the old toilet!!!!!! Yes dear, let's plant flowers in the toilet, why don't we add a fountain to come out of the tank while we are at it!!! Okay, so back to Monday...toilet goes in....you can rock a baby to sleep on the thing!!!! Next conversation: "Did it rock before? You know it didn't. Then why is it now? Don't know. The flange is broke. Do you know how to fix it. No I don't. Okay, I'll goggle it. Your going to put this out on the Mom's group aren't you? You bet your sweet butt I am!!!! :)
Now it's Tuesday. Another day, another story. Drop Mikayla off at preschool, Go to Lowes, get the part that John (Kim's hubby) said to get. "Standard" flange was the key word. Got it. Picked Mikayla up go to the park...I said forget it on the bathroom for Tuesday. Get back, finish up some stuff, cook dinner.....Mikayla runs out.....SWALLOWED A PENNY!!!!!! Baby Heimlich is done, flash light is shown....it got swallowed. Now my daughter wouldn't be the drama queen she is with out working this at EVERY angle she could. Pick up your toys Mikayla....I can't, I got a penny in my tummy. Time to take a bath Mikayla, I can't, I got a penny in my tummy! Now to add to the fun that is my life, I also have to check EVERY time she poops for that darn penny!!!! Which as of today, still hasn't made an appearance, but I was told by her Dr. it could take up to a week....Oh great! I get to dissect my daughters poop for a week! Which by the way, I have GOT to figure out what she is eating...cause it smells like a small farm when she goes!!! EWWWW YUCK! MEANWHILE....the toilet is being fixed....and of course we don't have a "standard" flange! Back to Lowes I go, with Mikayla again telling everyone that "daddy broke the toilet with wood and it's a rocking chair!" AGH!!!!!!! get the new part. Toilet goes in, IT"S LEAKING!!!!! (It's Friday afternoon...toilet is STILL not hooked up!)
So Wednesday....THANKFULLY was uneventful. Thursday, with the exception of having to get blood work done and it taking forever and missing M2M, was also thankfully, for the most part, uneventful.
TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!! I get up late, 30 minutes later Jenny is here with Mali! Ahh thankful for the reinforcements (Mali and Mikayla, or as Tonya calls them M&M are keeping each other busy) I'm sitting here, on my couch, and it hits me....WHAT IS THAT SMELL!?!?!?!?!? I'm looking everywhere, Tonya in the mean time (she and I are IMimg each other) is trying to convince me to blog......with the events that happen in my house....I'd be on the computer 24/7 with the stuff that goes on here!!!! So she is getting a good laugh cause I can't for the life of me figure out what or where that smell is coming from!
Patrick in the mean time, calls : I left the plastic at home, can you go get it? Sure where is it? On top of the rafters in the shed. Sweetie, you have a lot of faith in my height! Oh yeah, you probably wouldn't be able to reach it would you? No. Any chance of you growing up real quick.??? NO!! Not a chance...figuratively or literaly!! Ok, I'm on my to get it. Whatchya doin'? Trying to figure out what smells. Have fun with that.
Get's home, I don't smell anything, you sure it's not you??? (I'm going to BEAT THIS MAN!!!!!!!!!!!) YES I'm sure it's not me. I think something died under the house. Ya gonna check? NO I'm not going to check, that's your fun you get to have. Oh sorry babe, I gotta get back to Tina and Dan's. Maybe it's a cup of Mikayla's, good luck, love ya....out the door he goes.....so now I'm left here with two hyper little girls running around, still trying to figure out..........WHAT IS THAT SMELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hope you all have a great weekend!!! :)
This is the week from....well, it's not from hell, but it's pretty darn close. Actually it's the week, looking back, of hilarity (don't know if that's a real word or not, but I'm using it!)
We'll start with Monday, Sarah came over in the morning, after us sucking down some coffee...which I do believe she refers to as "crack juice" Why? Cause some of us like real coffee, not fufu juice as she likes (her words, not mine) So imagine if you will, me and Sarah all cracked out on coffee....Brooke and Mikayla running around, a ladder, a chair and a stencil that is the kind that you have to supposedly "peel and stick" LIARS!!! There was no peeling or sticking...it was more like rub, rub, rub, peel, rub again, peel a little more. Mean while Sarah is a nervous wreck cause you only get one shot!. THEN came the time to "center" it on the wall....oh yeah THAT was fun....Me on the ladder, Sarah on the floor..."bring the left up a fuz, no down a fuz, up a fuz, bring the right down a fuz, to your left, back to the right...THERE!!!!. And before you ask....yes, we had a level, yes we make marks on the wall, yes we measured....but keep in mind...we are cracked out on coffee too...it is after all 9:30am. :) AHH..One down one to go! Simple right....NOT!!! Then Hewitt calls....come on over!!! You can laugh at Mutt and Jeff over here....by this time we were on round two of the pot of coffee.....poor Jenny comes over, Sarah and I are STILL working on number two...stencil that is, not the other number two, so now I have BOTH Jenny and Sarah....this is after the next round of "rub, rub, rub, peel, rub....oh crap be careful...I hate these little letters, rub, rub, peel"....this one took THREE of us to do!!!Up a fuz...did you measure? where are your marks? That would be Hewitt asking logical questions of us....should of seen the look she got...haha!
So then by this time Sarah is over the top...I gotta go get my kid....oh look out the E came off!! Here comes Jenny with two tooth picks to fix the E. Meanwhile Sarah is going into palpitations cause she just KNOWS we are going to mess the E up.....Jenny fixes the E, Sarah leaves to go get her kid.....I in the mean time convince Jenny to drink some coffee (insert evil laugh here) She DRINKS IT!!!!!!!! Fast forward to 4 that day when I go over to her house to drop Mali off.....what do I see??? Jenny outside RIPPING a bush...roots and all out of her flower bed....Jenny 1, bush 0......therapy she called....cracked out from coffee is what I call it ( oh and for those of you who don't know...Jenny doesn't drink caffeine...ever, so imagine her day after a cup of MY coffee!!!) evil laugh again!!! haha!
Now in the mean time, we are also in the middle of a bathroom "face lift".....simple right?? Paint and put up beadbord and chair rail.....NOT in my house it's not simple!!! So Saturday, Patrick called me as I was picking out lights..the conversation is as follows: "Have you left Lowes yet? No, why? I broke the toilet. WHAT?!?! How did you break the toilet??? I had a piece of wood in my hands and tripped and dropped it and it broke the toilet. Okay, I'll get a new toilet (not thinking nice thoughts of my husband right now) Keep in mind, I have Mikayla with me, she over hears the conversation and proceeded to tell EVERYONE in the store "Daddy broke the toilet with wood!" and I mean EVERYONE...even her Sunday school teacher....poor Patrick, he can't show his face to anyone right now thanks to Mikayla telling everyone..haha. Me in the mean time, being the mean spirit I can be, I'm thinkig....punnishment...MINI TOILET!!!!hahaha! No I didn't do that, but I was tempted, specially after he said he wanted to plant FLOWERS in the old toilet!!!!!! Yes dear, let's plant flowers in the toilet, why don't we add a fountain to come out of the tank while we are at it!!! Okay, so back to Monday...toilet goes in....you can rock a baby to sleep on the thing!!!! Next conversation: "Did it rock before? You know it didn't. Then why is it now? Don't know. The flange is broke. Do you know how to fix it. No I don't. Okay, I'll goggle it. Your going to put this out on the Mom's group aren't you? You bet your sweet butt I am!!!! :)
Now it's Tuesday. Another day, another story. Drop Mikayla off at preschool, Go to Lowes, get the part that John (Kim's hubby) said to get. "Standard" flange was the key word. Got it. Picked Mikayla up go to the park...I said forget it on the bathroom for Tuesday. Get back, finish up some stuff, cook dinner.....Mikayla runs out.....SWALLOWED A PENNY!!!!!! Baby Heimlich is done, flash light is shown....it got swallowed. Now my daughter wouldn't be the drama queen she is with out working this at EVERY angle she could. Pick up your toys Mikayla....I can't, I got a penny in my tummy. Time to take a bath Mikayla, I can't, I got a penny in my tummy! Now to add to the fun that is my life, I also have to check EVERY time she poops for that darn penny!!!! Which as of today, still hasn't made an appearance, but I was told by her Dr. it could take up to a week....Oh great! I get to dissect my daughters poop for a week! Which by the way, I have GOT to figure out what she is eating...cause it smells like a small farm when she goes!!! EWWWW YUCK! MEANWHILE....the toilet is being fixed....and of course we don't have a "standard" flange! Back to Lowes I go, with Mikayla again telling everyone that "daddy broke the toilet with wood and it's a rocking chair!" AGH!!!!!!! get the new part. Toilet goes in, IT"S LEAKING!!!!! (It's Friday afternoon...toilet is STILL not hooked up!)
So Wednesday....THANKFULLY was uneventful. Thursday, with the exception of having to get blood work done and it taking forever and missing M2M, was also thankfully, for the most part, uneventful.
TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!! I get up late, 30 minutes later Jenny is here with Mali! Ahh thankful for the reinforcements (Mali and Mikayla, or as Tonya calls them M&M are keeping each other busy) I'm sitting here, on my couch, and it hits me....WHAT IS THAT SMELL!?!?!?!?!? I'm looking everywhere, Tonya in the mean time (she and I are IMimg each other) is trying to convince me to blog......with the events that happen in my house....I'd be on the computer 24/7 with the stuff that goes on here!!!! So she is getting a good laugh cause I can't for the life of me figure out what or where that smell is coming from!
Patrick in the mean time, calls : I left the plastic at home, can you go get it? Sure where is it? On top of the rafters in the shed. Sweetie, you have a lot of faith in my height! Oh yeah, you probably wouldn't be able to reach it would you? No. Any chance of you growing up real quick.??? NO!! Not a chance...figuratively or literaly!! Ok, I'm on my to get it. Whatchya doin'? Trying to figure out what smells. Have fun with that.
Get's home, I don't smell anything, you sure it's not you??? (I'm going to BEAT THIS MAN!!!!!!!!!!!) YES I'm sure it's not me. I think something died under the house. Ya gonna check? NO I'm not going to check, that's your fun you get to have. Oh sorry babe, I gotta get back to Tina and Dan's. Maybe it's a cup of Mikayla's, good luck, love ya....out the door he goes.....so now I'm left here with two hyper little girls running around, still trying to figure out..........WHAT IS THAT SMELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hope you all have a great weekend!!! :)
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