Category: Pay attention to me…me me me…

It’s that time again. Dinner. Blech. It’s not that I don’t love to cook. I just don’t love to cook my kids dinner. They whine a lot about what I am making. If I want to try something new, they object. When they were little I did everything right. I fed them lots of varitey and didn’t worry about if they would like it or not. Then they started to develop their own tastes. Wha?! No, no no no…..they aren’t supposed to actually have opinions! Not about food anyway. So then began the battle of the wills and ofcourse theirs won out more times than mine. I promised myself as a Mother I would not make them eat things they didnt’ like, like stewed tomatoes, peas, and liver (sorry Momand Dad, had to mention that). I would let them decide if they liked it or not. Well when that day came, I was like, “I don’t think so, you will eat that because I am the Mom, and I said so, blah blah blah”. It wasn’t as easy to stick to the “eat what you like sweetie…”.

Almost 12, almost 10, 7 and almost 4 are hard to fight and I am tired already. Goodbye TaterTot Casserole, hello plain buttered spaghetti noodles with a lb. of grated parmesan cheese. I will miss the good times we could have had while you took up residence in my fat cells.

My home party was a success! I had 7 women come plus myself. Everyone had fun just getting away for a little bit and hanging out. The house looked great and I would have been even more happy if I had been able to clean all the bedrooms and the rest of the playroom, but that’s ok, it looked great! It looked so great, we had an impromptu card night here and Debbi (hi Debbi!), Matt, Natalie and her husband Michael, and their kids all came over and we played Shanghai Rummy while the kids played. We ate pizza and laughed a lot! It was just what I needed, some time with friends to laugh and just be.

Tomorrow is a busy day. Church, swim party, youth choir, Sunday School Home fellowship, and then bake choc. chip cookies for Mission Kids mission project for Monday. Whew! Lots to do and again, little time to do it. That’s ok though, I seem to like busy….as long as I can sit down after I am done!

I didn’t mean to screw up my post, but I did. So l leave you with this. Enjoy. And I have no idea why this is underlined. It’s late and now I am pissed. Goodbye.

fixerated – payment negotiable – 🙂

Okay y’all, I am tired. T. I. R. E. D. Pooped, beat, bushed, dead, , weary, bleary, burned-out, haggard, raddled, worn, drooping (don’t even think about agreeing with the drooping part!), flagging (what does that mean? I am waving my flabby arms like flags? lol), exhausted, dog-tired, played out, spent, washed-out, and whacked. Whew…I need a nap after coming up with all those words! Get my drift? I think I need a vacation.

When you have been married as long as I have, sometimes you take on your spouses moods, feelings, and energy. Jon has been sleeping horrible the last 2 nights. His BIpap mask broke and he can’t sleep without it. Obstructive sleep apnea kicks yer booty when it’s not on. Not only can’t he sleep, but I can’t either since I am so used to the white noise his machine makes. He went and got a new one today and I am so happy! Now he can sleep and so can I! I think we are feeding off each other’s energy, which the last two nights have been nil. I think he feels more of those adjectives than I do, but I am tired.

I have a lot to do to get ready for a home party I am having tomorrow. I bought a mop. I know! I don’t usually use one of those things. They are yucky. Mopping is such a pain, cuz first you have to sweep and then you have to mop and then you have to wait and let it dry, then the kids come along and spill red kool-aid all over the floor that you just spent 2 hours sweeping and mopping!!!! Not that I would know, cuz I don’t usually use one. But I have heard that is what happens. Did you know that mops are expensive?? I think if you pay almost 20 bucks for a mop it should mops the floor its own self!!

So.. since I am the queen of procrastination, here is what I have left to do in exactly 24 hours:
sweep kitchen and livingroom floors
mop floor in kitchen and livingroom
put away all the papers and junk in the livingroom
do at least 5 loads of laundry
take the junk off the patio
and clean up the play room. Not too much eh? Nah…I’ll just get my slaves kids to help me out. After all, they made most of the messes, and yes, I told them to clean it up about 1 bazillion times, but they seem to suffer from hearing loss at such a young age.
*would love to get done but know it won’t get done*: hang curtains I made from a vintage looking tablecloth
paint the kitchen, put down new vinyl tile in the entry, put the rest of the laminate floor in the hallway, and paint the front door inside and out. Probably too big of a bite, huh? LOL Oh well, can’t blame a girl for dreaming.

Ok, seriously, I am going now… to clean. I mean it. Right after I eat something. After all, I have only 23 21 hours until my home party.

So Ali over at I write therefore I blog did this and I jumped on the band wagon. Fun huh? I don’t know who Ali Landry, Angela Lindvall or Billie Piper are, but that’s ok, they look good. Now if I could lose 100 lbs. I would look exactly like them!

But naps make you pretty.

I can fry it up in a pan too, but I prefer the pre-cooked bacon you heat up in the microwave cuz it doesn’t splatter on my arms and burn me. Anywhoo…while you guys were giving me warm fuzzies on my new bloggity blog, I was working at Michael’s preschool as a sub. While he was painting and drooling on his blankie (not at the same time), I was with eight 4 year olds. Let’s just say, I am sure glad to be home in the quiet and air-conditioning. I think I said shhhh about a frazillion times, so my susher is a little sore. Good thing about today is Mikey got to go today for free and I get paid too. I get to come back tomorrow and Thursday, so that puts a little extra dough in my mixer if you know what I mean. 😉

In typical after MDO fashion, I do what I do best: turn on the electronic babysitter and go take a snoozer. Except this time, I’ll have to dog on the bed with me and I’m not thinking after being crated for 5.5 hours she will be too thrilled with “laying down” again. Can’t blame me for trying tho. I did however do a good dogMommy deed and put a little peanut butter and liver treats in her KONG and put it in her crate with her. Kept her busy I’m sure…either that, or her tongue got one heck-uve a workout!

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Last Friday, my Mom had her right hip replaced. The surgery went well, she is still in the hospital recovering and when they release her, she will go to a facility for hospice care until she is well enough to go home and be on her own. Please pray for my Mom’s recovery, that it will remain complication free and that her oxygen levels will be up where they should be. If you would like to send her some get well wishes, you can do so thru this website and I will make sure she gets them when she is able to get back to her computer. Thanks for the prayers and well wishes!!

Yes, that means you.
Ahem. Here are the rules.

1.Any and all comments I disagree with or make my bippy look bad I hearby reserve the right to edit, and/or delete.

2. See rule #1.

Have a Bippy Day.

How do you like the new look? With Jon’s help (he has a really big brain) I was able to tweek my own header and footer (still working on it) and futz (that is so too a word!) with the look of the sidebar and such.

When I was 5 I was an exhbitionist. I apparently liked to run around the house with no clothes on. My Mom and sister can attest to this. One such occasion I was standing butt nekkid (that’s the way the say naked in the south) with literally my butt facing the camera. My hand was poised at just the right angle as to cover my crack. Dare I say, if I took a picture of my child like that these days and took it to Target, they would no doubt call the police on me, but this was the 70’s and we were much more laid back then. This picture sits in a dark box, a box no one will ever see. I have used the saying, “You bet your sweet bibby” on more than one occassion and it just sticks with me. No secret message or reason behind (Ha. I said behind) the name I just thought it was fun/ny. Jon said that would be a good picture to put up there but I’m thinking that might not be the side I want everyone to see of me. I’m sassy, but not that sassy!