And now I can start the official countdown... and every so often I'll squee at inopportune and inappropriate times... because it's now official that I'll be going to Nevada in August... in ...25 days...
it's like a countdown to christmas... *laughs*
but before that happens...
I have a birthday party, a ribfest, a week of alone time, womens retreat, and a whole lot of other stuff to do...
the kids didn't get out of school this year until the 29th of June so they've technically only got 2 months of summer as they go back on the 6th of September... So trying to get some stuff done with them that we can in that time period...
went to the exchange student camp on Sunday with the Man, my Sis and the Boychild... heard the presentations from the kids from the different countries and what it's been like for them here thus far... they all seemed really well mannered and polite... and though they all had really thick accents they tried really hard to make sure we all understood them... it made me remember why I joined Lions in the first place and that was for the youth programs... doesn't mean I'm signing back up to be a Lion in the fall... but I will be getting in contact to be a host family next year and possibly help out at the camp... at least it's run by Lions that I actually like... 13 countries were represented by 16 students... only 2 of which were boys... (lucky them)
I wanted to take the family out for dinner tonight but looks as though we'll be doing that tomorrow *glances at the time* err.. later today... the three of us haven't gone out for awhile and I need to go out and look at the prices of a couple of things at the store next to the restaurant anyway... so that's a good excuse :D
We've decided on a puppy for my birthday... since that's the middle of fall and we'll all be settled back into our routines... I can't wait... I'm just hoping there will be a litter of mastiffs around that time... I think I've finally made up my mind on one of them... I'd love a newf but they're always so expensive to get as pups (upwards of $2000)... so I think I'll contact the local breeder for the mastiffs to see if they think they'll have a litter then...or maybe know of other breeders that might...not looking for papers with the pup just a good healthy pup...
Burton's all registered for the womens retreat which makes me happy... her registering (just like me getting my return ticket from NV) has made it a reality that I'm actually going... so of course I'm very much being a girl at the moment and thinking about what it is I'm going to pack (for both the retreat and the trip to Nevada)... I've already started my packing list so that I don't forget anything... surprisingly enough the least amount of stuff on the list is clothing...lol actually by looking at the list of clothing one would think the retreat is clothing optional...
I'm just not overly excited by whom else will be there... but then I suppose there will be lots of others there to mingle with.
It looks as though since I'm getting back home on a Tues after midnight that I'll be sleeping in the airport for about 9 hrs before getting on a bus to come back home after my trip to Nevada... it'll be like Denver all over again...lol Only this time I'll be a stones throw away from home...I asked Pirate Girl if she might be able to pick me up and let me sleep on her couch and drop me back off at the airport in the morning to get my bus... but unfortunately not an option as her girls have to go to school that next morning and she is working the next morning as well...lol I need more friends in Western NY... *laughs*
I had entertained the thought of walking to and from her place...then I realized what I was thinking... walking to the west side of Buffalo after midnight... um yeah... no... *shake head* at least at the airport there will be a security guard and a janitor to keep me company...
So I'll be getting home the same time as the Boychild gets home from his second day of school...Yay! Buses!
I love adventures... and next month I get to go on 2!! I'm really very squee about it all...
but now I must get to bed...
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Good Food and Strange Dreams...
Last night I tried a new recipe that I wasn't sure if my family would like... it was along the same lines as the lunch that the Pirate Girl made for Burton and I when we went to go visit her... I made a Garam Masala Chicken recipe with Basmati rice... to my surprise it was a huge hit with both kids and the Man... I sort of followed a recipe online... I say sort of because it called for tomatoes but I didn't have any so I used some tomato juice...and instead of just plain basmati rice I ended up mixing in some cumin seeds, rosemary, bit of thyme and some salt and pepper...also tweaked the chicken recipe a bit as well... but it was good... didn't have any yoghurt in the house so used a bit of sour cream instead... tonight's going to be a pork loin roast with some sort of potatoes...the kids have been complaining as we haven't had potatoes for over a month...lol
I've not been sleeping very well lately for a few reasons that I think I've already touched on in a couple of other posts... besides the fact that I seem to be a natural insomniac... so when I do get some restful sleep I tend to dream like there's no tomorrow... and in the last two days I've had some really strange ones... the first one I actually woke up from it, texted Big Daddy about it and then had a really hard time falling back to sleep... he and I were in it and he had crawled into bed with me and was being all lovey dovey with me (not giving details) and then as we were kissing he strangled me until I was dead... yeah... odd as hell... was odd enough that he commented about it in the morning...
the next one was odd because the main person in the dream I've never actually met...it was Squasha's wife...in the dream we met...I walked into a hotel room knowing that he wasn't there and sat down with her and had a nice long talk and played with their son. When Squasha was due back for them to go somewhere for dinner I got up to leave and told her it was great to finally meet her and started for the door. She had asked me to join them and I politely declined before waving to their son and leaving. As I was walking down the hall to get to the elevator to go back down I walked right past Squasha, neither of us acknowledged the others existence... odd indeed.
one great dinner and two strange dreams...
Yesterday the Man, the Boychild and I all went to grab some groceries from the supermarket, we went to the local mall because we need the supermarket and the bulk barn... The Boychild had bought himself (with his own money) a thing of orange juice in a glass bottle while we were all in the bulk barn... as we were walking to the supermarket the Man decided he wanted to pick up one of McD's $1 drinks because he was thirsty so the boy and I just kept walking toward the store... the Boychild was trying to put his juice bottle back into his back pack as we were walking and .... *smash!* right between The Source and The Hallmark store his juice bottle turned into a bomb that scared us and the people around us... immediately I was making sure he was alright and he didn't get cut by flying glass...we barely had a moment to do that when from two stores down a woman was coming out of the Payless Shoe Source smiling and going on about how everything was ok and she was on the phone with the custodial people to have someone come down to clean it all up and how it was alright as everyone has accidents...the Boychild is a sensitive little sod, he had started crying (which made me think he was hurt) mainly because ...1 he dropped his juice and made a mess...2 he dropped his juice and he had 'just' bought it and only had a few sips from it and 3 because he got scared by the noise... the Payless lady not only called to have it cleaned up...she gave him a handful of stickers and told him a story about something that happened to her like that...she asked if I had the money to replace the drink and said if I didn't she'd find some so that he could have another drink... I assured he I did and that I was just going to take him over to the McD's to grab him a soda or something from there to make up for the juice... after she had told him about her own story that mirrored his... a man that was sitting not too far away came over and told him that he was a good boy and that he shouldn't worry about it...then told us about his 9 grandchildren...
It was a real heart warming few minutes that restores your faith in people... that they would be willing to try to help the Boychild try to feel better as well... I didn't chastise him about dropping the juice, I wouldn't have even if those people weren't there to step up and tell him it was ok...
We started walking back over to the food court where the Man was and told him he missed all the excitement...he got us double cheeseburgers and got the Boychild a soda that was so big he had to hold it with both hands...so we sat for a few minutes and told him what happened before we went on our way to get the groceries...
Just a side note... I'm going to continue avoiding any and all McD's food (and shakes) except for the one in the town where I grew up... it does bad things to my gastrointestinal system... which I knew but didn't figure one cheeseburger would hurt... it did... :(
I've not been sleeping very well lately for a few reasons that I think I've already touched on in a couple of other posts... besides the fact that I seem to be a natural insomniac... so when I do get some restful sleep I tend to dream like there's no tomorrow... and in the last two days I've had some really strange ones... the first one I actually woke up from it, texted Big Daddy about it and then had a really hard time falling back to sleep... he and I were in it and he had crawled into bed with me and was being all lovey dovey with me (not giving details) and then as we were kissing he strangled me until I was dead... yeah... odd as hell... was odd enough that he commented about it in the morning...
the next one was odd because the main person in the dream I've never actually met...it was Squasha's wife...in the dream we met...I walked into a hotel room knowing that he wasn't there and sat down with her and had a nice long talk and played with their son. When Squasha was due back for them to go somewhere for dinner I got up to leave and told her it was great to finally meet her and started for the door. She had asked me to join them and I politely declined before waving to their son and leaving. As I was walking down the hall to get to the elevator to go back down I walked right past Squasha, neither of us acknowledged the others existence... odd indeed.
one great dinner and two strange dreams...
Yesterday the Man, the Boychild and I all went to grab some groceries from the supermarket, we went to the local mall because we need the supermarket and the bulk barn... The Boychild had bought himself (with his own money) a thing of orange juice in a glass bottle while we were all in the bulk barn... as we were walking to the supermarket the Man decided he wanted to pick up one of McD's $1 drinks because he was thirsty so the boy and I just kept walking toward the store... the Boychild was trying to put his juice bottle back into his back pack as we were walking and .... *smash!* right between The Source and The Hallmark store his juice bottle turned into a bomb that scared us and the people around us... immediately I was making sure he was alright and he didn't get cut by flying glass...we barely had a moment to do that when from two stores down a woman was coming out of the Payless Shoe Source smiling and going on about how everything was ok and she was on the phone with the custodial people to have someone come down to clean it all up and how it was alright as everyone has accidents...the Boychild is a sensitive little sod, he had started crying (which made me think he was hurt) mainly because ...1 he dropped his juice and made a mess...2 he dropped his juice and he had 'just' bought it and only had a few sips from it and 3 because he got scared by the noise... the Payless lady not only called to have it cleaned up...she gave him a handful of stickers and told him a story about something that happened to her like that...she asked if I had the money to replace the drink and said if I didn't she'd find some so that he could have another drink... I assured he I did and that I was just going to take him over to the McD's to grab him a soda or something from there to make up for the juice... after she had told him about her own story that mirrored his... a man that was sitting not too far away came over and told him that he was a good boy and that he shouldn't worry about it...then told us about his 9 grandchildren...
It was a real heart warming few minutes that restores your faith in people... that they would be willing to try to help the Boychild try to feel better as well... I didn't chastise him about dropping the juice, I wouldn't have even if those people weren't there to step up and tell him it was ok...
We started walking back over to the food court where the Man was and told him he missed all the excitement...he got us double cheeseburgers and got the Boychild a soda that was so big he had to hold it with both hands...so we sat for a few minutes and told him what happened before we went on our way to get the groceries...
Just a side note... I'm going to continue avoiding any and all McD's food (and shakes) except for the one in the town where I grew up... it does bad things to my gastrointestinal system... which I knew but didn't figure one cheeseburger would hurt... it did... :(
Saturday, July 09, 2011
The Shadows in the Night
The sleeping laptop closed and laying upon the floor next to the bed is unaware of the eerie shadows it's bright white LED case light throws upon the walls.
Shadows that when gazed upon for too long seem to undulate and writhe, oozing as if they've been pinned against the wall still alive.
The green cyclops timepiece standing vigilant against the shadows behind it, it's gaze ever forward, not throwing enough of it's own light to throw shadows upon the opposite wall.
The sharp rattle of the air conditioner coming to life to spew forth cold air seems to snap the shadows back into focus, standing them ramrod straight again. Until they seem to grow accustomed to the rattling hum from the window unit, then the life pours back into them again.
It's then that he slinks into the room, seemingly unnoticed. Seemingly. Acting as one of the shadows but seen out of the corner of an eye. He's not paying enough attention and will get caught.
Attracted to the sounds of a man gasping for air in his sleep, seeming to sigh when the mans body shudders and remembers that it's main function at this point is to breathe for the sleeping man.
The shadow stalking the night draws closer with each gasping inhale, backing away again when the mans body spams and reminds itself to breathe again.
The room feels heavier, more crowded when the shadow stalks into the room. He's startled as the window unit rattles to life once more, he backs away from the man again, keeping a distance. Perhaps thinking the air conditioner is some sort of warning device.
The man oblivious to the happenings around him continues to try to maintain sleeping peacefully, his snores and gasps for air keeping the shadow in the night hopeful.
As I lay awake I whisper into the air of the bedroom 'Not tonight' and every morning sit up, inhale deeply and with my exhalation state 'And not today'.
Death visits my bedroom, he stalks my husband and keeps me awake at night. At least if the LED wasn't in the bedroom, I wouldn't have to see him.
Shadows that when gazed upon for too long seem to undulate and writhe, oozing as if they've been pinned against the wall still alive.
The green cyclops timepiece standing vigilant against the shadows behind it, it's gaze ever forward, not throwing enough of it's own light to throw shadows upon the opposite wall.
The sharp rattle of the air conditioner coming to life to spew forth cold air seems to snap the shadows back into focus, standing them ramrod straight again. Until they seem to grow accustomed to the rattling hum from the window unit, then the life pours back into them again.
It's then that he slinks into the room, seemingly unnoticed. Seemingly. Acting as one of the shadows but seen out of the corner of an eye. He's not paying enough attention and will get caught.
Attracted to the sounds of a man gasping for air in his sleep, seeming to sigh when the mans body shudders and remembers that it's main function at this point is to breathe for the sleeping man.
The shadow stalking the night draws closer with each gasping inhale, backing away again when the mans body spams and reminds itself to breathe again.
The room feels heavier, more crowded when the shadow stalks into the room. He's startled as the window unit rattles to life once more, he backs away from the man again, keeping a distance. Perhaps thinking the air conditioner is some sort of warning device.
The man oblivious to the happenings around him continues to try to maintain sleeping peacefully, his snores and gasps for air keeping the shadow in the night hopeful.
As I lay awake I whisper into the air of the bedroom 'Not tonight' and every morning sit up, inhale deeply and with my exhalation state 'And not today'.
Death visits my bedroom, he stalks my husband and keeps me awake at night. At least if the LED wasn't in the bedroom, I wouldn't have to see him.
Friday, July 08, 2011
Mmmm whatcha say... Mmmm that you only meant well?
oh what to say ... what to say... more like oh where should I start...
haven't been sleeping well...been worried, getting anxious and nervous...not really for good reasons...
I'm supposed to be getting on a plane and going to Reno next month and I have no return ticket... and I'm starting to worry that I'm going to be out $200 bucks... been pretty much told by The Man that if there's no return ticket then I'm not going anywhere... *le sigh* he has good reasons obviously for saying that...
it's just starting to feel like I'm not going when I even have the confirmation in my email that I have a ticket... it's making me really sad... talked to the Man about whether or not we'd be able to get the return flight ourselves... and we might be able to scrape it together as long as the ticket prices don't get any higher...
interesting side bar... if my cell phone is beside my monitor I can predict when I'm going to get a text just moments before it comes in... *shrugs*
I have a chip in my screen at the bottom left hand corner of the screen... annoying when trying to type or read...four times now I've reached forward to try to wipe it off thinking it was a smudge... wouldn't have to worry about it if I would just get off my lazy ass and change out the monitor for the one that Burton brought over for me... but man this CRT is fucking heavy as hell... it can wait a bit longer til the Man's here again...
speaking of which *insert preemptive sigh here* ... I've had a really horrible week... the doorbell or door banging has woken me up all week... do you understand what happens to your body when you get startled awake?? (by doorbells, alarm clocks, knocking, dickheads screaming...just a couple examples...) there is a rush of adrenaline that quickly courses through your blood stream and when it gets to your heart it makes it race and go crazy fast...as you are jumping out of bed to deal with whatever startled you... now... what happens to me is the exact same thing except that my heart doesn't slow down so that I can put my hand to my chest chuckle and say 'oh that startled me'... mine goes from racing to dead stop to a fucked up beat... and takes it's sweet merry fucking time slowing down... all that causes me to be very light headed and need to lay down again as now my body is very tired...
it also leads to later on in the day my heart getting startled as I sit and watch SpongeBob or while I sit here checking emails... I like to sometimes think of my heart as a really skittish cat... it just jumps and freaks out at nothing... so for a few days this week I unfortunately spent the majority of my day laying in a bed or on the couch... 3 deliveries, 2 visits for the landlady, and a Jehovah's Witness all sent me to lay back down after they arrived at my door... Finally today I'd had enough.
I called the Man and told him to tell his mother that he 'had' to be home on Saturday. So after talking to her he informed me that she's too sick to drive the 5 hrs back to her house... *inserting sigh again* So I was pissed. He called back later and asked me to look up times and fares for him to take the Greyhound home... long story made a bit shorter... he's heading home tomorrow...without the dresser for the friend of ours he was supposed to bring home, without the cat tree that was supposed to be brought here, without all the bags of laundry he took up there to do (since she has a functioning washer and dryer) and with whatever leftover cold/flu he picked up last week... but at least he'll be here, home again.
I've been making earrings like there's no tomorrow... now I just need to start selling them to make some of my money back for the materials... I'm going to be taking them up to the retreat I'm going to in Aug...and I'm hoping to get in on one of the more local festivals to sell them as well... I just need to figure where the hell you get a vendors permit and vending insurance... *shrugs* I think I should just get a business license/number and some business insurance and see if I'm covered to do festivals and open events, maybe even the market with those... I dunno...
Anyway... I've also been making these Tree of Life ornaments... and a woman on my Aunt's facebook saw one that I had made for our mutual friend and contacted me to find out if I would make her one and how much I would charge for it... so I finished it the other night and sent her a picture... she loves it and can't wait to get it. Apparently she lives in Texas... so that's sort of Awesome... :)
I've done a few now... the one above is 4 inches in diameter. I've also made a couple that are smaller as well. Anyway... she told me today that she's sent out the cheque... it's been suggested I wait until it comes before sending out the ornament but I dunno...I want to mail it out before I put it 'somewhere safe' and then lose it...
haven't been sleeping well...been worried, getting anxious and nervous...not really for good reasons...
I'm supposed to be getting on a plane and going to Reno next month and I have no return ticket... and I'm starting to worry that I'm going to be out $200 bucks... been pretty much told by The Man that if there's no return ticket then I'm not going anywhere... *le sigh* he has good reasons obviously for saying that...
it's just starting to feel like I'm not going when I even have the confirmation in my email that I have a ticket... it's making me really sad... talked to the Man about whether or not we'd be able to get the return flight ourselves... and we might be able to scrape it together as long as the ticket prices don't get any higher...
interesting side bar... if my cell phone is beside my monitor I can predict when I'm going to get a text just moments before it comes in... *shrugs*
I have a chip in my screen at the bottom left hand corner of the screen... annoying when trying to type or read...four times now I've reached forward to try to wipe it off thinking it was a smudge... wouldn't have to worry about it if I would just get off my lazy ass and change out the monitor for the one that Burton brought over for me... but man this CRT is fucking heavy as hell... it can wait a bit longer til the Man's here again...
speaking of which *insert preemptive sigh here* ... I've had a really horrible week... the doorbell or door banging has woken me up all week... do you understand what happens to your body when you get startled awake?? (by doorbells, alarm clocks, knocking, dickheads screaming...just a couple examples...) there is a rush of adrenaline that quickly courses through your blood stream and when it gets to your heart it makes it race and go crazy fast...as you are jumping out of bed to deal with whatever startled you... now... what happens to me is the exact same thing except that my heart doesn't slow down so that I can put my hand to my chest chuckle and say 'oh that startled me'... mine goes from racing to dead stop to a fucked up beat... and takes it's sweet merry fucking time slowing down... all that causes me to be very light headed and need to lay down again as now my body is very tired...
it also leads to later on in the day my heart getting startled as I sit and watch SpongeBob or while I sit here checking emails... I like to sometimes think of my heart as a really skittish cat... it just jumps and freaks out at nothing... so for a few days this week I unfortunately spent the majority of my day laying in a bed or on the couch... 3 deliveries, 2 visits for the landlady, and a Jehovah's Witness all sent me to lay back down after they arrived at my door... Finally today I'd had enough.
I called the Man and told him to tell his mother that he 'had' to be home on Saturday. So after talking to her he informed me that she's too sick to drive the 5 hrs back to her house... *inserting sigh again* So I was pissed. He called back later and asked me to look up times and fares for him to take the Greyhound home... long story made a bit shorter... he's heading home tomorrow...without the dresser for the friend of ours he was supposed to bring home, without the cat tree that was supposed to be brought here, without all the bags of laundry he took up there to do (since she has a functioning washer and dryer) and with whatever leftover cold/flu he picked up last week... but at least he'll be here, home again.
I've been making earrings like there's no tomorrow... now I just need to start selling them to make some of my money back for the materials... I'm going to be taking them up to the retreat I'm going to in Aug...and I'm hoping to get in on one of the more local festivals to sell them as well... I just need to figure where the hell you get a vendors permit and vending insurance... *shrugs* I think I should just get a business license/number and some business insurance and see if I'm covered to do festivals and open events, maybe even the market with those... I dunno...
Anyway... I've also been making these Tree of Life ornaments... and a woman on my Aunt's facebook saw one that I had made for our mutual friend and contacted me to find out if I would make her one and how much I would charge for it... so I finished it the other night and sent her a picture... she loves it and can't wait to get it. Apparently she lives in Texas... so that's sort of Awesome... :)
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Sent a message the other day to a friend of mine to see how he was doing as he was back in the hospital with an issue with his foot... he had already had to deal with a couple of toes being amputated before and apparently a couple of the others went dark in colour and not looking too good... seems he had to get those two removed as well... I'm not exactly worried about the amputation but I am rather worried because he's in one of the hospitals in the area that has a C.difficile outbreak going on right now... there's four hospitals in the area that have outbreaks going on... 2 in St Catharines, 1 in Welland and 1 in Niagara Falls...
And of course the latest update is that someone died in Welland from it and of course that's the hospital that he's in... so far there's been 17 deaths in the area... it's no wonder I've not gone to get my jaw looked at yet...
talking about my health... knew I had to be leading up to it eventually...
I've had jaw pain on the right side so bad I've not been able to chew on that side or sleep on that side...I've been spotting/bleeding for over 21 days...and my tailbone is still killing me no matter how I sit... hell it hurts in the morning after not even laying on it... oh and I broke a fingernail the other day :D
in semi good news...
I've had both boys all week... I know it's summer and I know I'm supposed to delight in the fact that I have both my kids and we can do things together...omg they drive me bonkers... *laughs* they end up making me throw up my hands, while shaking my head and sighing because if I don't laugh I'd likely cry..lol
I did not grow up with boys...I grew up in a house with 3 women and my Dad... my sister and I and my Mum...Boys are crazy! they break shit without realizing it... sometimes they're dumber then a bag of hammers...they're all arms and legs...they smell funny and sometimes just downright refuse to bathe...they wrestle and make weird noises all the time...
bah... even sitting here I'm laughing to myself at the dumb shit they do...
the Manchild picked up the Boychild by the waist turned him upside down and started to shake him up and down... it looked like something from a cartoon when they come looking for money... Boychild is screaming for help...Manchild is laughing his head off... me? I'm trying to do dishes... I turn and after telling him to put his brother down, ask Manchild what he did that for (picture raised eyebrows in disbelief...) and he shrugs and says 'Dunno...just felt like doing it...' I had nothing....I blinked, shook my head and went back to doing the dishes as they started laughing and were suddenly ninjas...
they were the loudest ninjas I'd ever heard... I'm so glad I love my kids...I'm also so glad that Auntie (my Sis) offered to pick them up tomorrow, keep them for the night and maybe not even bring them back home until Sunday!! (well Manchild will be heading back to his dad's on the weekend for the week) crazy boys make for crazy Mums... I need that on a button!
I've recently been eyeing ads for dogs... talked it over with the Man while he's been gone and he's agreed that we can get one... I've fallen in love with this cute 9 week old pup it's an Akita/Shepard mix... and I'd buy him tomorrow if I could... I'm just waiting to see what's going on with my ticket... get the pup = no getting the ticket... that's the sort of thing that's going on with that... just my luck though by the time I know what's what with the ticket... the pup will likely already be gone... I spoke with the Man about maybe if I called them and put like a deposit on him... but... I dunno... but we're definitely going to get a dog... I've really missed not having one. And I know that I've said in a past post that I don't think I'd be able to find a better dog then Stinken (Buck) but... I really really miss having a dog.
Then again we (the Man and I) have also discussed maybe not getting one until September... after all the traveling of the summer is finished and we're back into a normal routine with school and stuff. So maybe I'll just wait the two months and then start looking again.
I can't wait until Saturday... I'm getting a reprieve! I've not really left the house (except to go to the corner for milk) since last weekend... so Burton and I are making a trip to the craft store! Yay! more beads, wire and hoops are in order :) what a sad existence when going out for an hour for shopping makes me this excited... yes...I really don't get out much.
ooh and one last thing... I was so happy to find out that Arizona has come out with a Southern Style Real Brewed Sweet Tea!! *queues the heavenly music* totally reminds me of all my times down south (as there have been a few now) I fell in love with Sweet Tea when I first went to North Carolina in like 2002...and now anytime that I'm down that way and further I order it wherever I go!
which was funny watching my sisters face the first time she ordered it thinking she'd be getting ice tea like we get here at home...
anyway... on that funny ass image... I'm heading to lock up for the night and going to lay down to read my book... Night Y'all
And of course the latest update is that someone died in Welland from it and of course that's the hospital that he's in... so far there's been 17 deaths in the area... it's no wonder I've not gone to get my jaw looked at yet...
talking about my health... knew I had to be leading up to it eventually...
I've had jaw pain on the right side so bad I've not been able to chew on that side or sleep on that side...I've been spotting/bleeding for over 21 days...and my tailbone is still killing me no matter how I sit... hell it hurts in the morning after not even laying on it... oh and I broke a fingernail the other day :D
in semi good news...
I've had both boys all week... I know it's summer and I know I'm supposed to delight in the fact that I have both my kids and we can do things together...omg they drive me bonkers... *laughs* they end up making me throw up my hands, while shaking my head and sighing because if I don't laugh I'd likely cry..lol
I did not grow up with boys...I grew up in a house with 3 women and my Dad... my sister and I and my Mum...Boys are crazy! they break shit without realizing it... sometimes they're dumber then a bag of hammers...they're all arms and legs...they smell funny and sometimes just downright refuse to bathe...they wrestle and make weird noises all the time...
bah... even sitting here I'm laughing to myself at the dumb shit they do...
the Manchild picked up the Boychild by the waist turned him upside down and started to shake him up and down... it looked like something from a cartoon when they come looking for money... Boychild is screaming for help...Manchild is laughing his head off... me? I'm trying to do dishes... I turn and after telling him to put his brother down, ask Manchild what he did that for (picture raised eyebrows in disbelief...) and he shrugs and says 'Dunno...just felt like doing it...' I had nothing....I blinked, shook my head and went back to doing the dishes as they started laughing and were suddenly ninjas...
they were the loudest ninjas I'd ever heard... I'm so glad I love my kids...I'm also so glad that Auntie (my Sis) offered to pick them up tomorrow, keep them for the night and maybe not even bring them back home until Sunday!! (well Manchild will be heading back to his dad's on the weekend for the week) crazy boys make for crazy Mums... I need that on a button!
I've recently been eyeing ads for dogs... talked it over with the Man while he's been gone and he's agreed that we can get one... I've fallen in love with this cute 9 week old pup it's an Akita/Shepard mix... and I'd buy him tomorrow if I could... I'm just waiting to see what's going on with my ticket... get the pup = no getting the ticket... that's the sort of thing that's going on with that... just my luck though by the time I know what's what with the ticket... the pup will likely already be gone... I spoke with the Man about maybe if I called them and put like a deposit on him... but... I dunno... but we're definitely going to get a dog... I've really missed not having one. And I know that I've said in a past post that I don't think I'd be able to find a better dog then Stinken (Buck) but... I really really miss having a dog.
Then again we (the Man and I) have also discussed maybe not getting one until September... after all the traveling of the summer is finished and we're back into a normal routine with school and stuff. So maybe I'll just wait the two months and then start looking again.
I can't wait until Saturday... I'm getting a reprieve! I've not really left the house (except to go to the corner for milk) since last weekend... so Burton and I are making a trip to the craft store! Yay! more beads, wire and hoops are in order :) what a sad existence when going out for an hour for shopping makes me this excited... yes...I really don't get out much.
ooh and one last thing... I was so happy to find out that Arizona has come out with a Southern Style Real Brewed Sweet Tea!! *queues the heavenly music* totally reminds me of all my times down south (as there have been a few now) I fell in love with Sweet Tea when I first went to North Carolina in like 2002...and now anytime that I'm down that way and further I order it wherever I go!
which was funny watching my sisters face the first time she ordered it thinking she'd be getting ice tea like we get here at home...
Friday, July 01, 2011
Happy Canada Day and Happy 4th of July (dunno if I'll be posting before then)
Leave me by myself and I'll likely do all the girly things I won't do in front of people ;)
This evening after the Boychild left for camp I ... dyed my hair...used that weird cream on my legs so that I wouldn't have to shave (didn't work very well btw)... painted my nails (toes and fingers)... watched The Borgias while munching on chips and long johns... (I can hear the fellatio jokes on that one already) it was a lovely quiet evening...
Boychild almost didn't make it to camp... but confirmed that the doorbell apparently needs it's batteries replaced... he was to be picked up at 6:15pm (the friends that were picking him up are always on time) so at 20 after I started to wonder and would walk out to the front door every so often to check to see if they were here yet... on one such occasion I peeked and saw his truck in the drive... so I called for the Boychild to collect his things and put on his shoes... a moment later I looked out the window again to see the truck start backing out of the drive... ran out and waved and shouted we're here... sorry... Seems he had tried the bell and made his way back to his truck so when I first peeked he was getting into the truck not out of it... whew... close one...
I have been sitting here watching The Borgias while doing all my girly stuffs... and I've just finished watching the other night Game of Thrones... and I think once again that I was born in the wrong century... I have such an affinity for period pieces like those (I know Game of Thrones isn't exactly a specific period in our time but shhh)... another series I loved and watched a couple of times already was The Tudors... I think I would have been alright in that time period... as long as I wasn't a peasant like I am now... lol
The other night Burton picked up Boychild and I on her way home from work and dropped us off at the Mandarin (Chinese Buffet Restaurant - really fucking expensive for us). The Boychild had received a letter from them stating that because he got student of the month he was entitled to a free dinner...so I could afford the $25 for my own dinner since his was going to be free. (BTW thanks again Burton)
After our little Mum and Me date we walked from there about a mile to the WalMart to pick up a couple of items needed for his camping trip. From there I was going to call a cab for a ride home. So there we are standing outside for our cab when this Jamaican guy comes walking out of WalMart looking like he was heading to another store... but... he stops and tells me that I have beautiful hair... first off picture this... my hair...yes it goes to my waist but it was windblown from the walk to the store, it had at that time about two and a half inches of light brown roots since it hadn't been dyed in a couple of months... so I quirked an eyebrow at his compliment and said thank you politely...thinking of course that he would continue on his way... nope no such luck... he starts talking to me very quietly and standing overly close to me...since he's mumbling and has a thick accent I can't hear him, not to mention I'm not paying him any attention, Boychild was trying to talk to me, cars are going by and people are coming in and out of the store... NastyDude starts telling me I'm beautiful, asks if I live in the city, if I live nearby... I ended up flashing him a ring I wear on my left hand that looks a bit like an engagement ring and saying 'Yeah I live nearby with my husband'... did that deter him any? Nope... then he starts in on how he could treat me good and how I look good... now I'll say this... I have no problems with Jamaicans or Black guys... this one...I surely did!
What sort of nasty ass mother fucker is gonna get all up on me about taking me away from my men right in front of my child!??
I finally turned to him again and said 'No thank you' politely... he seemed surprised and said 'no thank me?' Thankfully I saw the cab and said 'Fuck off and leave me alone' ... srsly?? did it really need to go that far and get to that point where I have to cuss someone out to get away from me...??
Not only was my hair a mess as described... I was wearing baggy ass jeans and a shirt that for once wasn't revealing cleavage and had on my geeky-ass glasses and no makeup... WTF?
I looked like a slob in my books - (thank you btw Big Daddy for thinking I could never look slobby) I was repulsed by the guy.
And then of course I get home and start thinking... really? is that seriously the guys who are attracted to me?? *le sigh*
I'm so thankful to have The Man and Big Daddy... would hate to be in the wading pool again.
Oh well... I must away to bed now as I have to be up at 8 am... blecch.. but get to spend the day with Manchild and Sis... hopefully Manchild isn't still sulking because his father has grounded him for 2 weeks...
This evening after the Boychild left for camp I ... dyed my hair...used that weird cream on my legs so that I wouldn't have to shave (didn't work very well btw)... painted my nails (toes and fingers)... watched The Borgias while munching on chips and long johns... (I can hear the fellatio jokes on that one already) it was a lovely quiet evening...
Boychild almost didn't make it to camp... but confirmed that the doorbell apparently needs it's batteries replaced... he was to be picked up at 6:15pm (the friends that were picking him up are always on time) so at 20 after I started to wonder and would walk out to the front door every so often to check to see if they were here yet... on one such occasion I peeked and saw his truck in the drive... so I called for the Boychild to collect his things and put on his shoes... a moment later I looked out the window again to see the truck start backing out of the drive... ran out and waved and shouted we're here... sorry... Seems he had tried the bell and made his way back to his truck so when I first peeked he was getting into the truck not out of it... whew... close one...
I have been sitting here watching The Borgias while doing all my girly stuffs... and I've just finished watching the other night Game of Thrones... and I think once again that I was born in the wrong century... I have such an affinity for period pieces like those (I know Game of Thrones isn't exactly a specific period in our time but shhh)... another series I loved and watched a couple of times already was The Tudors... I think I would have been alright in that time period... as long as I wasn't a peasant like I am now... lol
The other night Burton picked up Boychild and I on her way home from work and dropped us off at the Mandarin (Chinese Buffet Restaurant - really fucking expensive for us). The Boychild had received a letter from them stating that because he got student of the month he was entitled to a free dinner...so I could afford the $25 for my own dinner since his was going to be free. (BTW thanks again Burton)
After our little Mum and Me date we walked from there about a mile to the WalMart to pick up a couple of items needed for his camping trip. From there I was going to call a cab for a ride home. So there we are standing outside for our cab when this Jamaican guy comes walking out of WalMart looking like he was heading to another store... but... he stops and tells me that I have beautiful hair... first off picture this... my hair...yes it goes to my waist but it was windblown from the walk to the store, it had at that time about two and a half inches of light brown roots since it hadn't been dyed in a couple of months... so I quirked an eyebrow at his compliment and said thank you politely...thinking of course that he would continue on his way... nope no such luck... he starts talking to me very quietly and standing overly close to me...since he's mumbling and has a thick accent I can't hear him, not to mention I'm not paying him any attention, Boychild was trying to talk to me, cars are going by and people are coming in and out of the store... NastyDude starts telling me I'm beautiful, asks if I live in the city, if I live nearby... I ended up flashing him a ring I wear on my left hand that looks a bit like an engagement ring and saying 'Yeah I live nearby with my husband'... did that deter him any? Nope... then he starts in on how he could treat me good and how I look good... now I'll say this... I have no problems with Jamaicans or Black guys... this one...I surely did!
What sort of nasty ass mother fucker is gonna get all up on me about taking me away from my men right in front of my child!??
I finally turned to him again and said 'No thank you' politely... he seemed surprised and said 'no thank me?' Thankfully I saw the cab and said 'Fuck off and leave me alone' ... srsly?? did it really need to go that far and get to that point where I have to cuss someone out to get away from me...??
Not only was my hair a mess as described... I was wearing baggy ass jeans and a shirt that for once wasn't revealing cleavage and had on my geeky-ass glasses and no makeup... WTF?
I looked like a slob in my books - (thank you btw Big Daddy for thinking I could never look slobby) I was repulsed by the guy.
And then of course I get home and start thinking... really? is that seriously the guys who are attracted to me?? *le sigh*
I'm so thankful to have The Man and Big Daddy... would hate to be in the wading pool again.
Oh well... I must away to bed now as I have to be up at 8 am... blecch.. but get to spend the day with Manchild and Sis... hopefully Manchild isn't still sulking because his father has grounded him for 2 weeks...
