Sunday, May 30, 2004
In the house.......or NOT
This winter we will be the proud owners of our first trophy. As we speak the early stages of the mounting process is occurring....and it's not the "mounting" of my choice at all!!
Oh no, we will be mounting a 25lb 2oz shovelhead catfish. Hooray for me. This fish is causing quite a debate in our house...not to mention with the extended family. I am finding myself for the first time deserted, stranded, isolated, lonely on my island of NO FUCKING WAY! I want no part of a dead carcass on the wall of my house! Am I wrong??
This is a great accomplishment for any fisherman. I am so happy for Mike. He has been on cloud nine. He has not had a drink in officially 3 months now....so do I care that he spends money on mounting this fish?? NO WAY! Mount it, love it, own it....but in the garage please. My children would love nothing more than to have a giant (and I mean longer than Preston is tall, and Avery can stand behind it and go unseen completely except for the flip-flops) nasty fish hanging on the wall. And we're talking an ugly fish....not a marlin or a swordfish....a big ole bottom feeder with whiskers as long as my arm. UGH!!
How am I supposed to have a fancy dinner with fancy candles with a big ole mouth gaping open????? EEEEEEWWWWWW
I am struggling with this one...I'm sure I put an adendum to our vows about carcasses on walls....time to get out the video and check.
Help me out with this one, will ya??
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Oh no, we will be mounting a 25lb 2oz shovelhead catfish. Hooray for me. This fish is causing quite a debate in our house...not to mention with the extended family. I am finding myself for the first time deserted, stranded, isolated, lonely on my island of NO FUCKING WAY! I want no part of a dead carcass on the wall of my house! Am I wrong??
This is a great accomplishment for any fisherman. I am so happy for Mike. He has been on cloud nine. He has not had a drink in officially 3 months now....so do I care that he spends money on mounting this fish?? NO WAY! Mount it, love it, own it....but in the garage please. My children would love nothing more than to have a giant (and I mean longer than Preston is tall, and Avery can stand behind it and go unseen completely except for the flip-flops) nasty fish hanging on the wall. And we're talking an ugly fish....not a marlin or a swordfish....a big ole bottom feeder with whiskers as long as my arm. UGH!!
How am I supposed to have a fancy dinner with fancy candles with a big ole mouth gaping open????? EEEEEEWWWWWW
I am struggling with this one...I'm sure I put an adendum to our vows about carcasses on walls....time to get out the video and check.
Help me out with this one, will ya??
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Monday, May 24, 2004
Busy, Busy, Busy
I can not believe how busy this week has become. I am babysitting tomorrow and Friday. I also have hair to do every day this week....HOORAY! We could use the extra money. With all the flowers we've bought and the wading pool purchase, not to mention the $2+ dollars a gallon gas....uugh....the checking account is pretty slim. Besides, I like making people happy.
I work well under pressure...I always have. I thrive under the hustle and bustle. I am good at multi tasking most of the time. This afternoon I was trying to defrost some meat in the microwave and found the cup of coffee that I'd heated up like 8 hours before. Oh well, can't have everything all the time.
I have spent the last couple of weeks planting and planting. I managed to remove the stump of the pine tree that I broke off a few weeks back. Yesterday we planted the garden and got the fence up to ward off critters. Hooray! We even sneaked in a quickie in the yard under the apple tree while the kids were napping...I asked Mike, "who are you and WHAT did you do with my husband??!!" That was a first for us after 9 years of marriage...we've still got it. Or at least can find it on a rare occasion. YIPPEE!! I love to be pursued.
My flowers are doing great! It warms my heart to watch the things we planted grow. Makes me feel as though I am definetly part of a much bigger picture.
So if you don't see me much this week it is not because I'm not thinking endearing thoughts of all of you. It is because I'm trying to make some dough for a COSI memebership, and a cute little Hawaiian printed number from Target. We can't have Miss Katye bopping around all super cute alone!! xoxo
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I work well under pressure...I always have. I thrive under the hustle and bustle. I am good at multi tasking most of the time. This afternoon I was trying to defrost some meat in the microwave and found the cup of coffee that I'd heated up like 8 hours before. Oh well, can't have everything all the time.
I have spent the last couple of weeks planting and planting. I managed to remove the stump of the pine tree that I broke off a few weeks back. Yesterday we planted the garden and got the fence up to ward off critters. Hooray! We even sneaked in a quickie in the yard under the apple tree while the kids were napping...I asked Mike, "who are you and WHAT did you do with my husband??!!" That was a first for us after 9 years of marriage...we've still got it. Or at least can find it on a rare occasion. YIPPEE!! I love to be pursued.
My flowers are doing great! It warms my heart to watch the things we planted grow. Makes me feel as though I am definetly part of a much bigger picture.
So if you don't see me much this week it is not because I'm not thinking endearing thoughts of all of you. It is because I'm trying to make some dough for a COSI memebership, and a cute little Hawaiian printed number from Target. We can't have Miss Katye bopping around all super cute alone!! xoxo
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Friday, May 14, 2004
a memorable if not the most pleasant day
Ok..so the morning began with a much needed shower. After a good scrub down and shave and callouses filed I emerged from the bathroom to find my children in a foggy haze of Tinactin foot spray. Opened all the windows, turned the ceiling fan on and was able to air out the house before anyone succomed to the fumes. We went to the bank and had to deal with 4yr old melt down because they were out of suckers. No big, just disappointment. Of course my fault because I told them they could have one this particular morning....it doesn't happen at every bank trip.
On to the Walmart to grap some easy things for Mike since we will be gone for the next several days. Walking out the doors pushing a cart full of useless shit and a few basic necessities, I feel the flood gates open. Through the tampon, through the pantyliner, through the khaki shorts that haven't been worn in 2 summers......I FUCKING HATE MY PERIOD!!!
We get home and all take naps...YEA!
Discover the DVD player will no longer work. I'm not sure...but I think it may have gotten a direct dose of Tinactin.
Mike comes home we have a pleasant dinner and he plays with the hooligans outside for an hour. I read a book. He gets ready and goes fishing around 6:30. By 6:45 I had to blugeon to death a snake. Preston came running and shouting about a snake under the rocks where their rope swings are. He was happy to be the helper boy. He retrieved the shovel and I made sure I had the correct rock. He said that it was orange and white...and I thought to myself, "fuck me...it's a copperhead". With dead snake carcass (the size of a pencil) in a pickle jar I came inside to google search. Turns out the beast was not in fact a copperhead, but rather an eastern milk snake. I have murdered what would have been an assett to our property. Heike, I'm sorry, you wasn't there when I needed you. I will rest better knowing that the reptile in the jar on the deck is not poisonous. I wish I felt worse for the slaughter....I guess I'm just settling in to be a redneck woman. And I ask you.....why do I bother with a husband??!! I get no sex and little money and he misses out on all the things that I need him for.
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On to the Walmart to grap some easy things for Mike since we will be gone for the next several days. Walking out the doors pushing a cart full of useless shit and a few basic necessities, I feel the flood gates open. Through the tampon, through the pantyliner, through the khaki shorts that haven't been worn in 2 summers......I FUCKING HATE MY PERIOD!!!
We get home and all take naps...YEA!
Discover the DVD player will no longer work. I'm not sure...but I think it may have gotten a direct dose of Tinactin.
Mike comes home we have a pleasant dinner and he plays with the hooligans outside for an hour. I read a book. He gets ready and goes fishing around 6:30. By 6:45 I had to blugeon to death a snake. Preston came running and shouting about a snake under the rocks where their rope swings are. He was happy to be the helper boy. He retrieved the shovel and I made sure I had the correct rock. He said that it was orange and white...and I thought to myself, "fuck me...it's a copperhead". With dead snake carcass (the size of a pencil) in a pickle jar I came inside to google search. Turns out the beast was not in fact a copperhead, but rather an eastern milk snake. I have murdered what would have been an assett to our property. Heike, I'm sorry, you wasn't there when I needed you. I will rest better knowing that the reptile in the jar on the deck is not poisonous. I wish I felt worse for the slaughter....I guess I'm just settling in to be a redneck woman. And I ask you.....why do I bother with a husband??!! I get no sex and little money and he misses out on all the things that I need him for.
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Thursday, May 13, 2004
One Year of Homeownership
Well, it is official, we have been homeowners for one full year. Wow, it seems like yesterday...packing like crazy, moving vans, bitchy neighbor lady, living off the grid, making a meatloaf on the grill, deer in the yard every day, a beautiful 2yr old girl hauling chunks of drywall to the dumpster in her dress up shoes, a 4yr old birthday party with the first (and I hope only) store bought cake, watching my husband work night and day to make this house our home, and here we are one year later and loving every minute.
The house is in the final fixing stages..trimwork and outlet covers. We are close to being able to sit back and smell the roses...and watch the deer and the antelope play, of course.
The rope swings keep swinging, the flowers are growing, our garden will be in soon.....I love my house, I love my family, I love my life. I have everything that anyone could hope to have. In my bubble world.....there is peace.
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The house is in the final fixing stages..trimwork and outlet covers. We are close to being able to sit back and smell the roses...and watch the deer and the antelope play, of course.
The rope swings keep swinging, the flowers are growing, our garden will be in soon.....I love my house, I love my family, I love my life. I have everything that anyone could hope to have. In my bubble world.....there is peace.
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Wednesday, May 12, 2004
Making Some Changes
Tuesday, May 11, 2004
It begins as a seed
in need of warmth and nourishment.
In a very short time it sprouts
and a new life emerges.
It reaches upward
hungry for the light.
Thirsty for the next drop of liquid
for the next morsel of food.
It forces it's way upward
through sometimes rugged terrain.
Exploding into being
with an amazing grace.
It will continue to grow
in many different forms.
Sometimes very delicately,
sometimes strong and wild.
It gathers strength
as time marches on.
Bearing the weight of its fruit
thriving on the light of a new day.
It withers with neglect
begging for mercy.
The flame of existence
fiercly ignited with the first hint of light.
It struggles and weeps
It thrives and blooms
It is simple
It is complicated
It is beautiful
It is love.
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in need of warmth and nourishment.
In a very short time it sprouts
and a new life emerges.
It reaches upward
hungry for the light.
Thirsty for the next drop of liquid
for the next morsel of food.
It forces it's way upward
through sometimes rugged terrain.
Exploding into being
with an amazing grace.
It will continue to grow
in many different forms.
Sometimes very delicately,
sometimes strong and wild.
It gathers strength
as time marches on.
Bearing the weight of its fruit
thriving on the light of a new day.
It withers with neglect
begging for mercy.
The flame of existence
fiercly ignited with the first hint of light.
It struggles and weeps
It thrives and blooms
It is simple
It is complicated
It is beautiful
It is love.
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Monday, May 10, 2004
Every where I look there is beauty. I am surrounded by a beautiful bunch of women that I have come to adore. Each and every one of you hold a special place in my heart. I am learning more and more each day about who you are and where you've been...the very things that make you ...well simply you. I am so happy to call you all friends. We share children and responsibilities, hobbies and snacks...we share joy and heartache, laughter and tears.....sometimes all in the same 5 minutes. We are united in our goals of striving to be the best mothers that we can be. Parenting is the hardest job I've ever had and I am a better parent because of all of you. I'm so happy to be a phone call away from someone who can talk me in off the ledge. I am happy to know that we ALL have a "hulk mommy" moment. Doesn't make me proud....just makes me human.
The summer months are close at hand. The healing powers of the sun are here. Finally. I am watching a world burst into vivid bloom. Our children are blossoming and are in daily need of a well deserved bath to prove it. I am planning our garden and am anxiously awaiting the morning light to race to the green house and buy up some flowers. I have been thinking of poppies all day. My friend just planted some and I am going to get some too. Wouldn't it be grand if we all got one of the same flower to forever tie us together.....something complicated and beautiful? I am a part of a sisterhood...we are growing up together and no matter where our lives may lead, I know that I'll always have you all there to count on. Thank you.
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The summer months are close at hand. The healing powers of the sun are here. Finally. I am watching a world burst into vivid bloom. Our children are blossoming and are in daily need of a well deserved bath to prove it. I am planning our garden and am anxiously awaiting the morning light to race to the green house and buy up some flowers. I have been thinking of poppies all day. My friend just planted some and I am going to get some too. Wouldn't it be grand if we all got one of the same flower to forever tie us together.....something complicated and beautiful? I am a part of a sisterhood...we are growing up together and no matter where our lives may lead, I know that I'll always have you all there to count on. Thank you.
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Thursday, May 06, 2004
Whoa Nelly......been a busy week out in the woods. I have been up to my ears literally in yard work. I took out dead pine trees....I am thrilled to add "lumberjack" to my list of life's accomplishments. Two came out relatively easy...but the third was rough. Had to tackle the m-fer. I won! Our yard is looking great, thanks to me. Mike has good intentions but he would never got around to yanking the damn dead trees out. Now that job is complete, the bushes have been moved, 6 of the 15 bags of mulch have been laid. Life is good. And I'm sore as shit! "How hard could it be" are my famous last words....
Is there or isn't there a lion on the loose in the Columbus area?? First it was the sniper, now the lion, my family will never visit. Luckily I am two counties away now so maybe won't be a problem. I can't help but think of the book Life of Pi and wonder how many exotic animals would drop out if you would turn Columbus upside down and shake it. Excluding of course the animals at the Zoo.
I would like to see who thinks the lion story is real or is the second version the truth?????
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Is there or isn't there a lion on the loose in the Columbus area?? First it was the sniper, now the lion, my family will never visit. Luckily I am two counties away now so maybe won't be a problem. I can't help but think of the book Life of Pi and wonder how many exotic animals would drop out if you would turn Columbus upside down and shake it. Excluding of course the animals at the Zoo.
I would like to see who thinks the lion story is real or is the second version the truth?????
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Sunday, May 02, 2004
WOW!! What a difference a week can make. Today was so much different than last Sunday. I am over all the self pity and whining. My parents came to visit for the day. My mom cleaned the up the playroom.......thank goodness....that is a chore that I never enjoy. Not that I enjoy loads of housework...but that one is a tuffy. My dad spent a lot of time online....again trying to find some info on reloading bullets. Once again, we are potentially on the FBI watch list. Oh well, it's his right to bear arms...and he tickles me the way he gets so excited when you get the results from the google search. Like a kid at Christmas...
We had a good day. I am officially 7lbs. skinnier than I was at this time 2 wks ago. Today was a bad points day. We had hot Italian sausage on the grill...I only had one.....which is good...but the sandwich alone was probably my whole days allotment. I just jumped on Kymmie's bandwagon and said,"FUCK IT!!". Tomorrow will be better. My mom always brings food and snacks when they visit...and most of the time we order some KFC. I figure the sausage was less pts than some fried chicken and mashed spuds and also a biscuit slathered in gravy. MMMMMMM......oh well....Mom brought some iced grahams for the kids, Mike got a pepperoni stick, and I got 2 bags of lettuce....it was even the yummy (if it could ever be) green kind...two varieties to mix! YEA! Those of you who know me best I hope can here the dripping sarcasm. My secret to eating lettuce is my ability to transform the taste to something I would prefer...let's say potato skins and cheese sticks. Sometimes I can even conjure up a big mac...with extra special sauce. And what my stomach actually consumes is more nutritious and almost no points. I am a diet guru. Wish I could say that I love it......I don't. It's a struggle every second of every day. My mind works as though I am anorexic. I am the heaviest anorexic chic I know. Seriously, I am constantly aware of what I put into my mouth...which is a good thing. But, I instantly think that someone or anyone is out to sabotage me. Like when I say, "hey I had part of a brownie"....and my friend says "I don't think one brownie will hurt....." I immediately processed...she is trying to sabotage me.....I am wacked....this I know. Oh well, summer will eventually get here...and my shorts may not be too tight. That will be good.
I got to spend some time with the girls this week. We also got to see the new elephant at the zoo and spend the day with a brand spanking new two year old. It has been a busy but productive week. I am a happy girl.
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We had a good day. I am officially 7lbs. skinnier than I was at this time 2 wks ago. Today was a bad points day. We had hot Italian sausage on the grill...I only had one.....which is good...but the sandwich alone was probably my whole days allotment. I just jumped on Kymmie's bandwagon and said,"FUCK IT!!". Tomorrow will be better. My mom always brings food and snacks when they visit...and most of the time we order some KFC. I figure the sausage was less pts than some fried chicken and mashed spuds and also a biscuit slathered in gravy. MMMMMMM......oh well....Mom brought some iced grahams for the kids, Mike got a pepperoni stick, and I got 2 bags of lettuce....it was even the yummy (if it could ever be) green kind...two varieties to mix! YEA! Those of you who know me best I hope can here the dripping sarcasm. My secret to eating lettuce is my ability to transform the taste to something I would prefer...let's say potato skins and cheese sticks. Sometimes I can even conjure up a big mac...with extra special sauce. And what my stomach actually consumes is more nutritious and almost no points. I am a diet guru. Wish I could say that I love it......I don't. It's a struggle every second of every day. My mind works as though I am anorexic. I am the heaviest anorexic chic I know. Seriously, I am constantly aware of what I put into my mouth...which is a good thing. But, I instantly think that someone or anyone is out to sabotage me. Like when I say, "hey I had part of a brownie"....and my friend says "I don't think one brownie will hurt....." I immediately processed...she is trying to sabotage me.....I am wacked....this I know. Oh well, summer will eventually get here...and my shorts may not be too tight. That will be good.
I got to spend some time with the girls this week. We also got to see the new elephant at the zoo and spend the day with a brand spanking new two year old. It has been a busy but productive week. I am a happy girl.
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