A day or two in the life...

#1 had her first day of Kindergarten... and do you think she wanted to tell me about it? Well... no. Of course not. She was not in the least bit interested in telling me about her first day of school. That is until last night at 9:00 when it's time for bed.

The school made this great notebook for her "homework" assignments, teachers notes and communications, reading words... etc. While I was going through her notebook last night to make sure I had every thing signed and ready to go back to school today she decided that it was time to work on every assignment that was in the book.. reading her ABC list, writing her letters, things like that. She is so smart. It amazes me the things she picks up on. Such a fast learner.

Over the weekend #2 decided to run a small fever. Not exactly sure why, but she was back to her normal self on Sunday afternoon... full of "piss and vinegar". The child really is a handful. I don't know how to describe her except she is terrible two's mixed with spoiled rotten and a little temper tantrum mixed in. I follow her around the house threatening her with my flip flop most days. She hasn't gotten it yet and she doesn't want to ... so it works for now.

As for me, I tried to clean house. It literally looks like it should be on that show Clean House or Hoarders. It has gotten so bad. If you have small kids you know what I'm talking about. Trying to clean your house when you have kids present is like brushing your teeth and eating oreo's at the same time. So I've decided to take a day of vacation this week so I can get the house sort of clean. I need to do laundry and clean the kids room. I also need to empty the junk room so we can set it back up as a guest/playroom. I don't want to tackle that mess. Anyone want to help? Free beer! You think I'm joking? I'm serious.

Cleaning the room out also involves doing a complete inventory of my maternity wardrobe so I can put it on eBay.... unless anyone knows of anyone that wants to invest in a complete wardrobe. Pants, dresses, shirts, casual wear, wear to work, swim suits, etc. It has to go and it has to go NOW. Most everything is a size Large. Send me an email if interested and we can work something out.

I know I'm blabbering on but I really just haven't had time to sit down and talk about regular stuff lately.

Other than that... there really isn't anything going on out at the Plantation. No new animals. No stray kids have shown up. My neighbor did bring over some fresh squash yesterday... I've get to go to his house tomorrow and pick a mess of peas. No fun, but I've been craving some fresh purple hull peas and these are as fresh as I can get them. We didn't plant peas this year. Just tomatoes, squash, cucumber and okra.

hmmm....

That's about it. Hope you all have a wonderful Monday. Sorry about the babbling. Until next time, enjoy this cute kitty...

Growing up too fast...

She started school this morning,
And she seemed so very small.
As I walked there beside her
In the Kindergarten hall.

And as she took her place beside
the others in the class,
I realized how all too soon
Those first few years can pass.

Remembering, I saw her as
She first learned how to walk.
The words that we alone made out
When she began to talk.

This little girl so much absorbed
In learning how to write.
It seems as though she must have grown
To girlhood overnight.

My eyes were blurred by hastily
I brushed the tears away
Lest by some word or sign of mine
I mar her first big day.

Oh how I longed to stay with her
And keep her by the hand
To lead her through the places
That she couldn’t understand.

And something closely kin to fear
Was mingled with my pride.
I knew she would no longer be
A baby by my side.

But she must have her chance to live,
To work her problems out,
The privilege to grow and learn
What life is all about.

And I must share my little girl
With friends and work and play;
She’s not a baby anymore –
She’s in Kindergarten today


 - Author unknown

Children behave

You know what really ticks me off... I have some things I want to post about... Some ranting and raving I need to do and I can't because someone will go back and tattle on me. Yes... tattle tale. I can't say it on here and I can't say it on facebook. The whole stinking reason I started this blog was so that I could write about things that made me mad. Get out my frustrations... and look... I'm backed into a corner again.

Don't you love it when you are stuck in a position where you can't express your opinion to anyone about how you feel because the person that made you mad will act like a 5 year old over it?

What exactly should you do in that situation?

That is one of the things I really hate about the "small" town I live in. People can't keep their mouth shut. And what is even worse, there are a few people that have to keep tabs on others just so they can keep the mess stirred up.

My children are 5 and 2 1/2 years old... not in their 30's. Yes... I make mistakes and I will admit in a second when I screw up. I will also step out on a limb and apologize for what I've done wrong. Maybe that is where I went wrong. I always feel like I need to be the bigger person and ask for forgiveness. Should I just have the attitude that people can kiss my a$$ and move on? I don't know.

Opinions please.

The Wednesday Funnies

I'm sure some of you have already read these, but I thought it was too funny not to share again! Enjoy and Happy Wednesday!


Courtroom Testimony
These are things people actually said in court, word for word, taken down and now published by court reporters who had the torment of staying calm while these exchanges were actually taking place.



ATTORNEY: Are you sexually active?
WITNESS: No, I just lie there.



ATTORNEY: What is your date of birth?
WITNESS: July 18th.
ATTORNEY: What year?
WITNESS: Every year.



ATTORNEY: What gear were you in at the moment of the impact?
WITNESS: Gucci sweats and Reeboks.



ATTORNEY: This myasthenia gravis, does it affect your memory at all?
WITNESS: Yes.
ATTORNEY: And in what ways does it affect your memory?
WITNESS: I forget.
ATTORNEY: You forget? Can you give us an example of something you forgot?



ATTORNEY: What was the first thing your husband said to you that morning?
WITNESS: He said, "Where am I, Cathy?"
ATTORNEY: And why did that upset you?
WITNESS: My name is Susan.



ATTORNEY: Now doctor, isn't it true that when a person dies in his sleep, he doesn't know about it until the next morning?
WITNESS: Did you actually pass the bar exam?



ATTORNEY: Were you present when your picture was taken?
WITNESS: Would you repeat the question?



ATTORNEY: So the date of conception (of the baby) was August 8th?
WITNESS: Yes.
ATTORNEY: And what were you doing at that time?
WITNESS: Uh...



ATTORNEY: She had three children, right?
WITNESS: Yes.
ATTORNEY: How many were boys?
WITNESS: None.
ATTORNEY: Were there any girls?



ATTORNEY: How was your first marriage terminated?
WITNESS: By death.
ATTORNEY: And by whose death was it terminated?



ATTORNEY: Is your appearance here this morning pursuant to a deposition notice which I sent to your attorney?
WITNESS: No, this is how I dress when I go to work.



ATTORNEY: Doctor, how many of your autopsies have you performed on dead people?
WITNESS: All my autopsies are performed on dead people.



ATTORNEY: ALL your responses MUST be oral, OK? What school did you go to?
WITNESS: Oral.



ATTORNEY: Do you recall the time that you examined the body?
WITNESS: The autopsy started around 8:30 p.m.
ATTORNEY: And Mr. Denton was dead at the time?
WITNESS: No, he was sitting on the table wondering why I was doing an autopsy on him!



ATTORNEY: Are you qualified to give a urine sample?
WITNESS: Huh?



ATTORNEY: Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse?
WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY: Did you check for blood pressure?
WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY Did you check for breathing?
WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY: So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began the autopsy?
WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY: How can you be so sure, Doctor?
WITNESS: Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar.
ATTORNEY: But could the patient have still been alive, nevertheless?
WITNESS: Yes, it is possible that he could have been alive and practicing law.

The Sleeping Arrangement

I don't sleep... but to be able to get a couple of hours at night I've got to have everything just perfect before I can relax enough to get an hour or two. If you look at my list of Secrets and Lies you will see that I have a small little OCD obsession with my bed. I don't know what triggered it, but it didn't happen until after I moved out on my own.

I have to make sure the sheets, blankets, comforter .... everything is just "so" before I can get comfortable and rest. Sheets must be tucked in and straight. The bedspread must be straight on the bed... and my quilt... has to be laid just the right way lined up with the bedspread. I know it's crazy. I also have to use 3 pillows. One firm for the base pillow, a soft one for my head and then I have my squishy pillow that I have to throw my arm over when I'm sleeping on my side.

When I first get in the bed, I have to pull every thing up one by one... sheet, bedspread, then quilt... make sure they are where I want them and then... I kind of wiggle down in to my spot, and I rub my feet together. I don't get over on my side until sometime during the night. I can't have anything or anyone touching me either. Forget snuggling. I will snuggle for a few minutes, but then when I'm ready to go to sleep I have to do my little routine to get comfortable. Laying on my back, I fold my hands together, sorta like they place a person in a coffin. I must look like I'm dead when I'm trying to sleep. It has to be perfectly silent... not even the radio. I left my watch out on my dresser one night and I couldn't go to sleep or get slightly comfortable because I could hear it ticking. I can hear a mouse fart in the house... it can be quite annoying.

When I was pregnant both times it was really bad because I had to sleep on my left side and I just can't get comfortable that way. I've tried over the years to fall asleep like that but for some reason I can't do it. No matter what I try.

Whats even worse... sometimes when I'm really restless, I have to stick my right foot out from under the covers, hang it off the bed and wiggle it. This really gets on Buck's nerves since it shakes the whole bed. It's something I did with the kids when they were little to help them sleep... and my Mom did it with me when I was small. Its a comfort thing... soothing.

I don't know what brought me to this. I used to be able to sleep anywhere, but now it's gotten down to the fact I can't sleep anywhere except in my bed in my spot with the covers just like I want them. I've got to be really tired to fall asleep on the couch or something. Even when we have gone camping, I've got to set my sleeping area just so or I won't sleep the entire time we are gone. Not that I sleep that good anyway, but I do need a couple of hours to keep from completely going insane.