I feel so nasty. I went to take a shower this morning and no water. Main water line break, the city guys were working on it. Good for them and everybody that could shower after it was fixed. Not so good for those of us that shower before the sun comes up. I just feel so gross if I don't shower. I know lots of people don't shower every day but I have to or I don't feel clean. And I had to run around and find some pants to wear since I couldn't shave...so I stink and my legs are prickly.
We drove to Eufaula yesterday. Just a turn-around trip, business not leisure. We've been having major issues with the dock we purchased. It's been really frustrating. It has been from the very beginning. Almost a year into the process - it took forever to actually get it set and then once they did there was some damage to the walkway, it had been bent when they were setting it. And the walkway was shorter than what we had wanted. And then it floated off because the poles they used were too short. So now, it's been crashing against the bank, a crumpled mess. Docks are incredibly expensive, we shopped around and were able to buy a used one but still it was a 5 digit figure. For a USED dock! And of course, the dock company has been paid in full so the owner doesn't return phone calls or texts. Why should he, he already has his money, right? So we've given him chance after chance and now we're at the litigation point. We tried everything to avoid it but that's what it's come to. So we drove down to take pictures of what is suppose to be our dock. Because of the lack of walkway it is a really steep incline so Morgan and I sat way up on the bank. It was a good thing too; Benny lost his footing and fell. He survived with a few minor cuts - I think my camera took the brunt of the damage. Thank goodness it will still take pictures but a piece broke off and apparently it's important for the zoom feature, because those pictures are messed up.
Whoever said nothing good happens after midnight is SO right! I was up way past midnight last night and the only thing happening was laundry. I used to have late nights that actually did involve good things - and detergent and dryer sheets were not part of those experiences. Except for that one time...
Monday, July 11, 2011
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Mad House
The good news about this morning is that I got to sleep in. M got in bed with me about 6:30 but I threatened to kick her out if she didn't lay down and stay still. During the week it's a job to wake that kid up but on the weekends she's up and ready to go at the crack of dawn. Every single weekend. Even though every Friday night when I put her to bed I tell her tomorrow is a stay at home day and that means when she wakes up she needs to roll over, close her eyes and go back to sleep. Apparently, the thinks the rolling over stuff needs to happen in my bed. And she doesn't just slip in bed with me - no, she wakes me up to tell me she's getting in my bed.
I was feeling really restless last night and stayed up entirely too late so Mommy was not ready to get up. So I barked out my threat and fell back asleep. Then a little after 7 she woke me up to tell me M2 was crying. So I got up. M2 was not crying. She was actually just chillin in her crib. M, however, knows that will get me up and out of bed. But it was after 7 anyway so time to start the day. I did get to sleep in later than usual but I am so looking forward to the day when I can break the 9:00 mark.
I attempted to make omelets for breakfast. I've never made them before. I'm not a very good cook, so that was strike one. And while I was cooking M2 kept trying to get under the big shirt I was wearing - like it was a tent or something. And the more I pulled her out from under my shirt the funnier she thought it was. Distracted by small child, strike two. So we ended up with weird cheesy scrambled eggs instead.
I manage to get us all at the table, ready to eat and M2 spills her juice. So I pull off the tablecloth, get it all cleaned up and everyone set up again. Then M starts squirming around. Which only means one thing so I sent her to the bathroom. A few minutes later she shouts "Mommy, come look at my poop!" Um, no thank you?
So M2 and I are eating and all the sudden I feel something ice cold in my lap. M2 had spilled her water and it had somehow managed to fly into my lap and down my leg. Really, there was barely any on the table -it just projectiled onto me. So I get myself all cleaned up and M2 another drink.
And M is still in the bathroom. By this time she is done with business, she's just in there playing around. So I go in to get her to wrap it up. She trys to stall by convincing me that I need to wipe her. She's totally capable of doing it herself, she just doesn't want to. According to her philosophy, Mommies are meant for three things: cooking, kisses,and wiping behinds. I'm good with the first two. She used half a roll of toilet paper, but she did it herself.
So finally, the messes are cleaned up, our bodily functions have been taken care of, and we are at the table to eat. M starts eating her eggs and says "Mommy, something happened to make cheese in our eggs!" She was super impressed and said I was very smart for adding cheese. I think I'm very smart for surviving that breakfast...
I was feeling really restless last night and stayed up entirely too late so Mommy was not ready to get up. So I barked out my threat and fell back asleep. Then a little after 7 she woke me up to tell me M2 was crying. So I got up. M2 was not crying. She was actually just chillin in her crib. M, however, knows that will get me up and out of bed. But it was after 7 anyway so time to start the day. I did get to sleep in later than usual but I am so looking forward to the day when I can break the 9:00 mark.
I attempted to make omelets for breakfast. I've never made them before. I'm not a very good cook, so that was strike one. And while I was cooking M2 kept trying to get under the big shirt I was wearing - like it was a tent or something. And the more I pulled her out from under my shirt the funnier she thought it was. Distracted by small child, strike two. So we ended up with weird cheesy scrambled eggs instead.
I manage to get us all at the table, ready to eat and M2 spills her juice. So I pull off the tablecloth, get it all cleaned up and everyone set up again. Then M starts squirming around. Which only means one thing so I sent her to the bathroom. A few minutes later she shouts "Mommy, come look at my poop!" Um, no thank you?
So M2 and I are eating and all the sudden I feel something ice cold in my lap. M2 had spilled her water and it had somehow managed to fly into my lap and down my leg. Really, there was barely any on the table -it just projectiled onto me. So I get myself all cleaned up and M2 another drink.
And M is still in the bathroom. By this time she is done with business, she's just in there playing around. So I go in to get her to wrap it up. She trys to stall by convincing me that I need to wipe her. She's totally capable of doing it herself, she just doesn't want to. According to her philosophy, Mommies are meant for three things: cooking, kisses,and wiping behinds. I'm good with the first two. She used half a roll of toilet paper, but she did it herself.
So finally, the messes are cleaned up, our bodily functions have been taken care of, and we are at the table to eat. M starts eating her eggs and says "Mommy, something happened to make cheese in our eggs!" She was super impressed and said I was very smart for adding cheese. I think I'm very smart for surviving that breakfast...
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Sunk
So we were in the pool and I was laying down on a floaty and Morgan swims up to me and says "Mommy, your tummy looks really flat." I laughed because it was such a random thing for her to say, and I said "My tummy looks flat?" because I wasn't really sure that's what she said. And she responded with "Yeah, but only because you're laying down, the other times it isn't. "
Oh my gosh, that kid cracks me up! I love that kids just say whatever is on their mind. Except when she says whatever to or about random strangers - then it's just embarrassing.
And just so it doesn't sound like I'm some super obsessed freak with body image issues (really, I'm not and don't) but the only reason Morgan knows anything about flat tummies is because she has seen me exercise and she likes to do (in 4 year old style) the ab exercises with me. And when she asked why I do those I told her that's what you have to do to have a flat tummy....so no obsessed freak with body image issues here. Promise.
Oh my gosh, that kid cracks me up! I love that kids just say whatever is on their mind. Except when she says whatever to or about random strangers - then it's just embarrassing.
And just so it doesn't sound like I'm some super obsessed freak with body image issues (really, I'm not and don't) but the only reason Morgan knows anything about flat tummies is because she has seen me exercise and she likes to do (in 4 year old style) the ab exercises with me. And when she asked why I do those I told her that's what you have to do to have a flat tummy....so no obsessed freak with body image issues here. Promise.
Rave & Rant
I love the chocolate Slimfast! I’ve only had strawberry until today and it is great! It tasted just like chocolate milk. Totally worth the 10 extra calories.
Is it possible that everyone belonging to a certain state is inept? When you encounter the first person, you think it’s just that individual but when EVERYONE you work with from that state is worthless you begin to believe there might just be something in the water…seriously, how hard is it to do what you agreed to do? How difficult is it to return a phone call? How much effort does it take to respond to an email? Even if you don’t have the requested information, at least acknowledge the request in some way. That’s just being a professional! I have lost count of the number of phone calls and emails I have sent…one question, people, one! That’s all I’m asking. Take the whole 10 seconds out of your day and send me the answer so I can move forward and get the things done that I need to get done! Incompetent people really frustrate me – either get it done or move out of the way!
And no, the state I was referring to was not Texas. But just so you’re not disappointed: BOOMER SOONER BABY!!!
Thank You Sir, May I Have Another?
The evil temptation. Ignore my half-dead plant. I'm good at a lot of things but taking care of plants is not one of them. This one is really trying to hang on, despite me...
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Feed Me
I am starving. This slimfast stuff sucks. It’s not that the shakes taste bad but if you’re a chronic snacker, like me, then it’s pretty miserable. I need food – something that I can bite into, something to chew. Drinking lunch just doesn’t do it for me. But I’m going to keep drinking them, don’t you worry about that. I’ve got a stupid pair of skinny jeans that I’m trying to stuff my fat butt into and I’m too stubborn to just find something else to wear. Because that would be the option that actually makes sense.
Skinny jeans or not, I really need this slimfast after the way that I ate yesterday. I gorged all day long. Shocking, I know. We spent all day in the pool but I still managed to consume the equivalent of my body weight in chips and other assorted junk. I always seem to eat a lot when we have anyone over to swim. Kinda ironic since that usually means I spend all day in a swimsuit, which you would think be a motivator to avoid the junk. But what kind of host would I be if I didn’t get the festivities started? Someone has to break into the queso, right?
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