A bad blogger,…

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I have been a bad blogger for the last several months!  I used to blog all the time, just about every day, but I guess I have been in more than a little bit of a rut.  I feel almost like I have been going through the motions but not really living life, I guess.  It’s too early in the morning to be very philosophical, especially when I have yet to have any of my still hot coffee!!

Blah.  I totally need that coffee right now.  Barely 0700 and it has already drained me.  Sometimes I think the way I start most of my days is part of what makes me feel like I am in a rut.  When you have to start just about every day with crap, it’s kind of hard to look forward to each new day.  On school days, I have to get up at least 15 minutes early every day, just to make sure I can get Corey out of bed without him making me and the kids late in getting ready for their school day.  It is ridiculous.  It takes me on average of that 15 minutes to get him up, having to fight and nag him into it, sometimes even having to resort to yanking him out.  And I generally get attitude the entire time, like it is my fault he has to get up.  It drives me crazy that I have to do this every single morning, even the mornings I don’t have to get up.  And never does he really apologize for it or even try to understand why it annoys the hell out of me.  I mean, let’s think about it.  I get up, and no one is there to nag me repeatedly!  He’s a big boy; why should I have to do this every day.  It just completely ticks me off sometimes, how unbalanced our family is.  I mean, lots of it, I accept because it is only practical with him being deployed and gone all the time.  But there are things he could do, and he just doesn’t.  Like getting up when he’s woken up instead of making me nag every single day.  I absolutely dread it every morning.  Mad

Here ends my rant of the day, since my coffee is now cool enough to drink!


Monday came too soon,…

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High school at 40,…
It amazes me sometimes how much capacity for high school drama grown women can have.  I have enough stress in my every day life without creating more of it.  It makes it hard for you to trust people, to have close friends, when lying and backstabbing and drama seem to be the normal thing.  I just don’t get what the point is.  It’s just negative energy that feeds on itself and affects everyone around them.  And what purpose does it serve, other than to alienate everyone around you?  I think it is just the lies that bother me.  I don’t care about the choices they make;  they are theirs to make and theirs to live with.  But take ownership for it; don’t lie and backstab those around you.  If you have issues with the choices that you made, then deal with it.  That’s part of being an adult, taking responsibility for the choices you make.

Journaling
Kreative Journal is a new journaling blog, full of prompts and blogging ideas, and the questions asked as prompts aren’t your normal “memey” kind!  They are also on Facebook and Twitter.  So I thought I would give it a whirl!

Prompt #1:  Pick a value such as happiness, honesty, courage, humility, fairness. Describe it and how your feelings about it were inspired.

Honesty has always been a big one for me.  I think I have come to value it more and more as I have gotten older and more jaded.  I think there comes a point when you get burned by one too many people and that forever changes your ability to trust in the honesty in others.

Prompt #2:  Are you an optimist, pessimist, or realist? Explain why.

Most of the time, I am the eternal optimist, annoyingly so.  But there are definately times that I am a pessimist, especially over situations that seem to happen over and over again.  Frustration with the neverending circumstances makes it very difficult to be anything BUT pessimistic.  But I really don’t like feeling pessimistic because it’s just plain draining.


The first-born is home,…

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But only for the weekend!  We haven’t seen him since the day we moved him into the dorms near the end of August, so it has been TOO long!  So, gotta cram in the love in the short time we have before he goes back tomorrow!  So, a few pics,…

What does he want for his first meal home?! McDonald's and a parfait! Weird!

 

Cuddling with his adoring brother, who still Donovan's BlackBerry!


Psychotropic water???

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Judging from my interactions with my children lately, I am pretty sure that the water must be tainted with some kind of psychotropic drug that only affects juveniles, particularly those 9 and under.  Either that, or they have been possessed by small green beings from some as of yet undiscovered planet, the future planet Drive-A-Mom-Nuts.

For example, this morning, Ty started to cry while brushing his teeth for some reason unknown to anyone else on this plane of reality.  I question him about it and he tells me it is because I said a bad word.  Now, admittedly, I have been known to salt my language with creative and colorful words from time to time,… to time, to time, to time,…!  Well, you get the idea.  HOWEVER, I had not as of yet done so.  Upon further torture interrogation conversation, I deduced that he decided I had called him bad.  Since I had, as of yet, not had a reason to do so, I was pretty sure that I had done no such thing.  After further conversation, and a few well placed armpit pokes, it was determined that he had hallucinated.  At least, that was my deduction and he giggled, positive affirmation in my eyes.

Then there was Scott, in his room dressing.  He was finishing up as I walked by his open door.  I glanced in and stopped in my tracks.  He stood there in jeans, a long-sleeved T-shirt, and a polo over that.  Fantastic.  Except the polo was on backwards.  Seriously, dude, how do you not notice the collar,… IN YOUR FACE???  And he didn’t.  And when I pointed it out?  He looked at me like I was the idiot.  Um, really?!

I have smart children, really I do.  And I am not just trying to make myself feel better.  I have written proof that they are in the form of report cards.  So,… WHAT THE HELL?!


Bus accident

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Pretty scary stuff, since this accident happened just down the road from us.  We live just outside village limits and this bus goes the opposite direction on the same road.  Fortunately, there were only 5 minor injuries, like bumps and bruises.  I didn’t even know about it until I was at dinner and overheard some people talking about it.  Then the phone calls started from family members who heard it on TV.  Poor little kidlets.