The sheep don’t like it….lock the taskbar

Or is it lock the cat box? Answer tones. They are fun when you buy 3 of them for your phone, but when you buy three of them to shuffle them up so when people call you, they are greeted with some muzak while they for you to answer, and you accidentally put them on your husbands phone number and not yours, not so much fun after all. Although, it’s fun to hear Rock the Casbah every time you call.

Remember this commercial?

It cracks me up every time. So I am sitting at my computer and I moved the task bar over to see a window pop-up and when I moved it back…whamo! I saw it’s really LOCK THE TASKBAR, not stop the cat box. No? What-ev. It’s funny.

Ok, so remember this:

Yeah, looks painful huh? Today we made an appointment to have those walnuts taken out of his throat. On Thursday. The 10 of July. In two days, my baby will drink some “silly juice” and feel relaxed ( we just call that wine, but ok, silly juice it is) and then they will let him sniff some bubble gum “happy air” ( and we call those sharpies) and then he’ll go Night Night for a bit and when he wakes up, he’ll get ice cream and popsicles. (not to be confused with testicles as the built in dictionary would have me replace that word with-stupid dictionary). So there you have it. 2 weeks of Mommy’s attention and all the ice cream and popsicles ( your are totally replacing that word with testicles in your mind aren’t you? Shame on you! That’s gross. Now go to your room.) he can eat. Then he’ll be ready for camp. And 3 weeks later school will start. Hallelujah! And my days? - will be free at last God almighty, free at last.

Jon is on the mend from his butt attack. He sees the surgeon for his 2 week follow-up on Thursday. Hopefully the Doctor won’t let him be cleared for Softball just yet. I wouldn’t want him to hurt himself and be in pain again, therefore being not only a pain in his own ass, but mine as well. I’m done being nursemaid to him, I’ve moved on to the other baby in the house. Sorry honey! You weren’t that big of a baby, you were mostly asleep the whole time. Thanks for the quiet! Kiss Kiss!

Lauren also has a shindig Thursday night for her Art Summer school, which only one of us will be able to attend because of MJ’s surgery. I am bummed because I really wanted to go to see my budding artist and all her work. I’m also curious to see how her work compares to the other kids in her class, so I can declare my child’s talent as superior. Ahem…sorry…my head just exploded.

Let see, what else is going on in our freakin’ chaotic lives? Oh yeah, I volunteered for Mission Kid’s Camp next week, but I am secretly relieved that I get to stay home with MJ while he recoups. Isn’t that terrible? It is…I’m a baaaad girl. What-ever…I am totally going to baby my baby…movies, ice cream, juice, and pudding. He’ll deserve it…Grampa says it hurts a lot, but he’s a big boy..he’ll be fine!

I went to ladies night out tonight and gathered with my gal-pals! Who knew you could stay until they kicked you out at the Corner Bakery. It closes at 9pm, how lame is that?? They even turned off the outside lights on us as we stood out there talking. How wuude!

I am totally rambl……….<Angie falls asleep on keyboard>

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Been so busy. Crafting, nursing, cooking, cleaning, washing, bossing, driving, sleeping, Facebooking, and eating…in no particular order.

I have 12 movies waiting for me on the home server that Jon downloaded for me. This means only one thing. I have to do nothing but watch movies for the next 2 days. Bring it on.

No actually, I have some bake sale goodies to create so my kids can go to Mission Day Camp this summer and so I can be a volunteer and help! Go me!

Two of us need new frames and lenses, 2 need eye exams, and for sure 1 of those needs glasses. One kid needs his tonsils taken out, but that will wait until we at least see the Doctor on the 8th. Jon is healing well. He’s off the narcotics and onto straight Motrin. Bless his butt heart, he has been a real pooper trooper through it all and I haven’t once wanted to kick him where it hurts. He’s been a good patient. He can be done now though.

We are getting ready to see the Fireworks today over at Kaboom Town. We have a “spot” that we like to go to with friends, and we are looking forward to spending time with them and laughing at all the people walking by..errm I mean, the cars….planes? Whatever. We have fun. And our kids love each other too!

The end.

Tags: Blogging, Craptastic, Fourth of July

Where is everyone?

Ok, so like I know everyone on my blog roll has a life, but I need to read about what is going on with you. Updated and the like..ya know..more than once a day! I need to be able to escape the hell that is my life right now and slip into the perspective of someone else, even if it is for a fleeting moment. When I say the hell that is my life I don’t mean that everything is HORRIBLE, I just mean that I am stressed and busy and being all things to all people and working and OH MY GOSH- being a grown-up! and…it stinks! (I know, I know..you are playing the world’s smallest violin for me now)

Anyway….I have already told anyone who will listen about creepy guy who won’t leave me alone, so I am all talked about that and work is well…work. Home is ok, but could be better….IM JUST TIRED. SLEEP i NEED SLEEP!!  Monster Java LOCO MOCHA isnt good for breakfast, lunch and dinner.  Ok, maybe not dinner…that would keep me up.

ok, well I am done ranting and I have an eye exam, so I gotta go.

Tags: Blogging, Whining

Can I have a do over??

These last two weeks are by far the worst in my whole adult life. Work, illness, depression, and coping. Things I shouldn’t have to deal with, especially work, but I guess it could be worse, I could be sitting outside in a box begging for food money like this guy. Except, he had a cool sign and I  don’t.  I just have a t-shirt that says: WILL WORK 4 SHOES and I’M TOO PRETTY TO WORK!

Anywhoo…life sucks at the moment and I am dealing with it the best way I know how; lots of hugs from the people who love me and prayers and support. What more could a girl ask for?

I’m really ok…really!

Are you buying it yet? I am convincing myself that I am, therefore I will be.

A week or so maybe longer, I posted about being sad and taking on the burdens of the world. Well a very good friend of mine is sick and is going through a very rough time right now with her illness. I won’t go into detail because I want to respect her privacy here, but I wanted to mention it because (and we all know this is all about me, right?) I am feeling really helpless right now and I don’t always know how to cope with my emotions and some ways I cope are not productive; i.e. sleeping, or leaving the Christmas Tree up until February. I am working helping her in ways I can and leaving the rest up to God.
Valerie, you probably won’t read this, but know I love you and I am pulling for you. I am here to be a shoulder to cry on and a friend to lean on when you need to.

On the work front: We will be open for business next year (the school I work at) but we are still unsure of what that will entail. It’s a stressful process trying to come up with numbers, curriculum, and the other thousand things we need to start off another year in the fall. I just hope that I will want to work there in the fall. Right now it’s totally an unknown.

On the home front: I have a list as long as Santa Clause of things that need to be done. Where we will find the time to do them, I don’t know, but they have to get done. Again, I tend to put things off when I am stressed. Things like, taking the Christmas tree down. Jon brought in the ornament box, so we are one step closer to taking it down. Laundry, always laundry. Getting the house ready for American Idol party I keep putting off because my house isn’t cleaned up. I seriously need to get a new toilet seat for the kids bathroom. Take my advice, don’t get a wooden seat. If you home is like mine and it’s humid in the bathroom because it doesn’t have a window and the fan is 30 years old, don’t get a wooden seat. Stick with the plastic. Oh and don’t get a wooden seat with silver toned hinges either, they tend to rust and combined with a bubbly warped seat you have a real good chance of being nominated for hillbilly toilet seat of the year. I’m just saying. Let’s see..what else have we neglected to do around our house that I could put on our to do list? Huh..I got nuthin’. That must be it. Cool.

On the other fronts: or backs: The kids are fine. Jon is fine. I am fine. My Dad is going to be fine. He has surgery on the 5th of Feb. to remove a mass in his neck. We don’t know for sure what it is yet, but we will on the 5th sometime.
I am cooking for a Valentine’s Banquet in Feb. for 100 people. Should be fun. We are having salad, roasted pork medallions with orange-rosemary glaze, green beans almondine, and creamed mashed potatoes, homemade rolls, and chocolate-raspberry cake with whipped cream for dessert. I haven’t cooked for 100 people in 2 years and I will have lots of help ( Hi Sherri!!) so it should be fun- but who knows! LOL

Time to get ready for Wednesday night church and choir. Tootles!

Oh Hi!

I didn’t see you there. No, I didn’t forget about you. Yes, I said I was blogging for 365 days this year, but you know how things go. We get busy, we work, and we have to sleep at some point, so by the time I catch up on my blog reading, it’s time to go to bed not post something. My Mom (CA Connection) has been gracious enough to post on the days it seems I am buried under my own laundry. I think Ill continue to let her post at will….I’m enjoying the surprise of opening my browser and seeing a post that I didn’t make! Fun stuff!!

Lots to do in the coming days. Hopefully I’ll update soon. Hey Mom? Let the good people know what I’m up to will ya?! Thanks! Love ya!

The one where she speaks incoherantly and drools….

Have you ever had so much to say that if you sat down and put it to words your brain would explode and ooze out your ear, down your neck, and into your pants? No?? Hmm…that’s too bad. I was hoping someone would know what that was like!!

Because of said brain exploding, I will not go into any more detail other than I am super busy, super tired, and in many strange ways, super happy at work. My laundry, dishes, chores, and hobbies are backing up, falling over, and gathering dust but I am enjoying keeping busy and being productive.

If you are among the many casualties of my neglect (Hi Mom!! Hi Dad!! Hi Sis!! Hi Kids!! Hi Jon!! Hi Nat!! Hi my other friends who I can’t call because my brain exploded!!) then I offer my deepest apologies and some gift cards to Starbucks. They are in the mail as we speak! Let me know when you get them! (btw-I don’t have any stamps, so I’ll get to that soon, I promise!)

I leave you with this: type your name into google and the word “needs,” and blog the top ten hits that come up. According to google, this is what “Angie needs” :

1. ANGIE needs an AGENT to become an ACTRESS Petition
2. Angie needs some self-esteem and self-love so she can make her romantic decisions from a strong standpoint and not on neediness.
3. Pink Angie needs food, badly
4. nurse angie needs a nap
5. Angie needs to see aerosmith
6. Angie needs to take over the wheel of her psychological car.
7. Angie needs…a night of blinding sex to get out of the coma that Bob left her in
8. Angie needs to be intuitive
9. Angie needs to stop hating on Jen
10. And the very last thing that Angie Needs is:  Angie needs to put on 10 to 15 pounds stat!

Right on!! Brownies here I come!! Wooot!!

(n) stress, strain (difficulty that causes worry or emotional tension)

Our house in Ingleside, TX is currently has a contact to sell. We were hoping it would be an easy transaction after the couple who is currently renting it decided they wanted to buy it one month after they moved in. Not so much!

After a house inspection, there lender is saying in order to fund the loan, we need to make some repairs. One of those repairs is tenting the house for termites for which the only bid requested was 3,000 dollars.

We don’t have 3K in our pocket to pay for repairs, so it will most likely come out of what little profit we were going to make. Both Jon and I are not very good at handling the stress of this new situation on top of me going to back to work and the normal everyday taking care of things, coupled with the desire to get out of debt and take care of our children’s needs without asking for help.

Let’s just say, I am taking a vacation from life today. Well, at least until 5pm when I need to go set up for a fair at our church.

When did life get so complicated? I have a ask myself when did I start feeling like I didn’t want to participate in my churches activities? Our families health has been horrible this summer. Two bought’s with pneumonia, a second Diverticulitis attack for me, Jon with his never ending sinus infection, and I stopped my anti-depressant because it was too hard to treat me for Diverticulosis while on it. We have missed a lot of church lately on Sunday’s but lately I have been in the building more than I can count. I think I am so focused on a job well done at the expense of my spiritual feeding. I do, do, do for others, but I’m not giving to my own spirit. How can I give to others when I am not filled? I don’t know the answer to that, and if it is going to church today, it’s not happening.

And also? My computer is acting strange. The keys aren’t doing what I want them to do. They beep, and close my windows as I am working or talking to someone on IM. I suspect someone messed up my keyboard and didn’t tell me or something is fried in the hard drive or mother board. It gets super hot if I leave programs running and then acts strange. That is stressful in itself because I live on my computer and its an extension of how I communicate with others. I’m ANGIE*STAR, I need to be able to tell my friends and family information that I steal from the Internet! And also? I hate when I misspell a word and my software editor puts that squiggly little line under the word even though I know I didn’t spell it wrong! Like internet. It needs to be capitalized in order to not have that line. Gimme a break. I mostly can’t stand it because I always want to be right, but the word Diverticulitis isn’t in it’s dictionary and that line is just glaring at me from the monitor screaming that I spelled it wrong! I didn’t…I swear. Anywhoo (that word isn’t in there either! Dang!) I’m going to go take my blood pressure medicine that I have forgotten to take for about a week and go un-puff myself.

Miracle on Glenwood Dr.

Someone rented our house!! Seriously! We are so excited..more info later!

I hear crickets chirpping….

Is anyone out there? Don’t you love me anymore? Can you tell I’m doped up on drugs to make the pain go away? Still feel like the stuff on the bottom of yer shoe, but that is waaay better than I felt the day before.

I went to bed last night with a killer headache and my glands are so swollen still that I couldn’t get comfortable enough to sleep. I tried different positions, massage, and even an ice pack. Nothing helped. Finally after struggling to get to sleep with no success, I called Dr. G’s emergency voice mail at 6:53am. At 8:15 or so he called me back and told me I could take a pain reliever and if I wanted, I could come by the office to pick up some samples. I told him I had hydrocodone (generic for Vicodin) already, but wasn’t sure if I should take it for the pain or not. He assured me I could and I was looking forward to getting some good sleep. I took it at 9am and laid down. By 10 am, I awoke with what I can only describe as what I thought a migraine would be. I couldn’t look at any light, it hurt to move my head, nausea, and dizziness. I awoke from a horrible dream that Michael Jon had been running around the neighborhood with his best friend Nana and I kept yelling for them to come home. She was telling me that Michael was lost. I walked around the neighborhood looking for him and finally I saw him. He was sitting on a fence and looked as if he was ready to jump off. I called his name and he looked around and saw me and then jumped down. When he did I heard a loud splash and I ran as fast as I could, which is always in slow motion in dreams. When I came to where he was, he was upside down in the water kicking and struggling. I reached in and tried to pull him out by his ankle and I was screaming for help. I managed to get him out but he was blue and I was screaming…..I woke with my heart racing and felt like I was going to vomit. Thanks Vicodin, you MOFO…

I obviously got no relief for my pain and now I was dreaming horrible dreams about my child. It was like deja vu.  I had a very similar experience back in 94 when Lauren was born and I was in pain from a tear and I dreamt I killed her by putting a pillow over her. It was awful. I vowed I wouldn’t take vicodin again after that. I would treat it like an allergy. I knew I shouldn’t have let my chiropractor give me that medicine. I should have insisted on something else. I was hoping that it wouldn’t do to me what it had done in the past. No such luck.

Anyway, short post turned long…….I called my doc and still haven’t heard back from him. I had to ride the roller coaster of  pain and nausea for 4 more hours until it moved out of my system. I guess sleep isn’t as important as I thought it was, because I haven’t gotten a whole lot in the last 48 hours. Oh well. I think eventually I will be so tired I will just be able to sleep. Don’t know when that will be, but when it comes, I will welcome it!

Now I am up and making up for lost time. I seem to be soo hungry. In the last 48 hours I have only had 3 meals because it hurt too much to swallow. Maybe that is why I had such a terrible headache? Even my nurse friend was stumped when I called her in a crying panic and wanted her to tell me what to do for the pain.

Dan’s sleepover with 5 boys is tomorrow…have to feel better. So I can leave. And spend the night at Nat’s house. My Mama didn’t raise no fool. 7 boys, small house = crazy. Homie don’t play that.