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Saturday, July 17, 2004
The final countdown
Mood:  rushed
Well, I think I'm almost ready for camp. Almost. I think. :-)

I am skipping out on my uncle's campaign pig-roast tonight, even though the kids and I really needed some time out of the house, but I just feel so pressured I'm afraid if I leave the house I'll lose my energy. This much-needed break out here on the computer is already taking some of my steam, but I was headed that way anyway. Might as well chill while I'm doing something I love.

I scrubbed both bathrooms down today. Was that something that had to be done before camp? Probably not, but then again, yes it did. I am leaving my husband alone in this house for 5 days and if it's yucky when I leave it is only going to be yuckier when I get back, so I figured that by giving it a thorough scrubbing I'd at least be a little further ahead in the game when I got home. Amazing what rubber gloves, bleach cleaner and a toothbrush can do for a bathroom! Of course, now I can only smell bleach because I burned my nose, (great for those poor, sick sinues) but hey my bathroom's clean, lol. I cleaned Ab's too, which was certifiably disgusting. Never give a grade schooler her own bathroom. When she was 5 she painted a mural in Aquafresh Kids on the wall, at 6 she traced around all the butterfly appliques on the walls with pencil, and at 7 she has discovered glitter. That is the sparkliest bathroom in Oklahoma, lemme tell ya. But now it's also one of the cleanest. When I got done and could finally stand again, despite my poor, shaky, bruised knees, I called her in and began with "Look real hard at how clean this bathroom is at this very moment..." Used to she'd be all excited, like "What is Mom going to enlighten me with now?" but now she's wise to my motherly lectures and finds them not amusing in the least. She started the eye-rolling and the hip jutted out....Oohhhhhh that just drives me bonkers!! So I made the lecture longer. Oh yeah, I'm pretty sure if I get nominated for Mother of the Year, it's not going to be by her.

I have all of Ab and Sam's clothes in the small suitcase, all of mine and Kady's plus the towels and bedding in this humongous suitcase of Mom's that really should have it's own zipcode or something. I have no earthly idea how I'm going to cart that sucker around. Yeah, it's got wheels, but it's roughly the size of a double-wide. I have a big rubbermaid container that is going as the toy box, which will be packed once the kids finish watching Spirit here in a bit. All of the food that is here at my house is boxed and just needs to be loaded in the van, which husband doesn't know it yet but he's been nominated for that job when he gets home from work, lol. I need to pack toiletries, the hair dryer, 6 trillion ponytail holders and all of our pool stuff next. I see the light at the end of the tunnel, folks!

Well, husband just rolled in on his "Kawa-hog-y" (He wants a hog so bad, but there are also folks in hell who want ice water so...) and that's my cue to get busy again. I actually cooked tonight! He'll be so impressed. I want to make sure I'm in the kitchen when he sees actual food on the stove.

The Diva has spoken at 8:33 PM CDT
Friday, July 16, 2004
3...2...1...Penguins
Well, the shot experience yesterday went off without a hitch. I told Sam first thing in the morning. He kind of teared up, but I told him I needed him to be super brave and show Kady how to act. He ate that up; loved playing big brother. He was the first victim and bless his heart, try as hard as he could not to, he cried. But it wasn't bad and as soon as it was done, he was done. Kady watched big brother with some serious curiosity and was totally cool when it came time for her turn. I assumed the standard toddler shot-taking position: I held her on my lap, pinned her legs between my knees, put the other arm behind mine and and held her elbow straight. She actually smiled through the entire thing. The nurse stuck her once, Kady grinned and watched. She reached for the next syringe and said, "Umm...you're supposed to be crying by now." She gave the other two shots and Kady was fine, flinching ever so slightly on #3. And then we were done, got suckers, stickers and coupons for free Apple Dippers at McD's. All was well with the world. Then I had to take her to WIC and get her finger stuck. She did say "Ow" on that one and jerked when the tech started squeezing her finger, but when she saw her blood going up that straw she was mesmerized and sat still. She's such a cool kid. Poor Sam asked me all day long, "Mom, even though I cried, am I still brave?" Ohh, God bless that precious baby. I told him that definitely yes, he was about as brave as they come.

The rest of the morning was filled with WalMart,a quick visit to Grammy's office so they could relate the details of the immunizing (is that a word?) and a run through McD's to get the Apple Dippers they so deserved. We stopped here at the house long enough to drop off the booty we had acquired at WM, let everyone pee and dope everyone up with some Tylenol. Then we were off to Tulsa to the dentist. Sam's cross-bite is almost completely corrected now and that is worthy of a mighty praise! The consultation with the dentist about Ab's mouth didn't go as well as I had hoped, but it certainly could be worse, so I shan't complain. He wants her to start a headgear, as I mentioned, but he also wants her to wear it 14 hours a day. 14 hours!?!? Geez, that just borders on cruel and unusual punishment and humiliation. I, of course, would never ever make her wear it out of the house. That would just be mean! The other bit of not-so-great news is that our insurance isn't going to cover it. But, by the grace of God, the dentist lowered the price and is letting me pay it out and even waiving a down payment. HALLELUIAH!!! I could've cried, he was so kind. If I take on another house to clean, twice a month, just like the one I'm cleaning now, I will have an extra $120 a month- $100 to pay him and $20 for gas. I think it's totally do-able.

I should be packing right now for camp, but I seriously feel a nap calling my name. I am battling what feels like the start of a sinus infection and I'm afraid I'm losing the battle. I know the allergy/sinus issues will only get worse down in the woods, so I'm praying for a healing before I go. I am about to run down as it is, simply from stress, and to get sick on top of it all...agh, not a good combination.

Btw, thanks for everyone who has been reading and commenting on my blog! I am tickled to death every time I get a new one. Makes me feel so special, lol. I'll probably write again before we leave for camp, but mind you, it may be unintelligible and make no sense whatsoever! But then, some days are like that already...

The Diva has spoken at 1:47 PM CDT
Updated: Friday, July 16, 2004 1:50 PM CDT
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
Allergies suck
Mood:  chillin'
Well, this again is going to be quick. That seems to be my theme these days, eh?

This afternoon I got a call from a friend who takes her kids to the same clinic I take mine. She said I needed to call them because they had a whole bunch of immunizations recalled and were having to re-shoot a whole bunch of kids. Agh! So I called...and sure enough...Sam and Kady both have to be stuck again. Ab hasn't had any shots since she was 5, so she was clear. But Sam had some last fall at his checkup and Kady some last winter, plus another HepA just last month. I guess they're going to have to repeat the entire HepA series and possibly another MMR. Maaaaaaaan...I told Sam he was done till he was 8!! He still doesn't know yet, either, which should be fun when I tell him. Wherever y'all live, you will probably hear him yelling when I break the news, lol. Really, though, he's a pretty tough kid and doesn't freak out like I used to. Oh man, I used to put my mom through the ringer with shots and even finger-stick blood draws. My kids have never had a phobia about them, which I count as a serious blessing. But he's still not going to be happy. Since we leave for camp on Monday I told them at the clinic I wanted everyone caught up before we left. You never know.

We also go to the dentist tomorrow afternoon. For Sam it's just a check on his appliance and possibly an adjustment. For Ab, it's her consultation with the dentist so he can tell me just how involved it's going to get. He already said headgear, but I'm hoping that's as far as we go right now. She's not looking forward to headgear anyway, bless her heart.

Well, I already typed longer than I had planned, which is pretty normal for my long-winded self, lol. I'll let everyone know how the whole "re-shot" experience goes tomorrow! I'm sure you're waiting on the edges of your seats, am I right? LOL

The Diva has spoken at 10:39 PM CDT
Tuesday, July 13, 2004
Another bleh kind of morning
Mood:  lazy
Well, I shouldn't have been concerned that I wasn't ready for the VBS lesson. We had no kids in our class!

Yesterday afternoon when Kady woke up from her nap her freaky post-fever rash was worse, so I called the nurse advice hotline. She said she was contagious and to keep her away from people. I called Heather to tell her I wouldn't be there and, bless her heart, she sounded almost mad. Can't say I blame her really. So I jumped on here - ah the power of the 'net. Everything I read about viruses, rashes and even Roseola (which she's had before but no one is sure if you can get it again), said that once the fever is gone and rash appears they aren't contagious anymore. So I threw together 3 pb&j's and out the door we ran. Heather was "cramming", so to speak and I felt so bad having put her through 30 minutes of thinking she was going to have to teach. She's such a saint. I helped her hang up a couple of posters and then it was time for the march in. We hustled our kids up front to the foyer, expecting it to be full to overflowing. It wasn't. We provided 5 kids to the total of 12 kids in the whole VBS. The preschool/Kindergarten class had 7, first/second grade class had 4 and there was one lone 5th grader. Heather and I stayed in the sanctuary to see what we could do to help elsewhere. James, the pastor, asked us to learn the hand motions to all the groovy songs. And thus we became the two dorky grown ups who teach the hand motions. Ahhh, the things we do for Jesus. This year's theme is a Japanese theme, entitled Rickshaw Rally, so the songs are all really fast with an athletic-type hand motion theme. We were down in a runner's stance, doing stretches, running in place - I hit my target heartrate pretty early on, lol. But the kids ate those hand motions up with a spoon, so it turned out to be almost fun.

The evening was almost over and Sam came through complaining he was cold. Well, the back of the church, especially the fellowship hall, is never cold. Heather said "ohhhhh noooo" and about 5 mom's all reached for his head at the same time. Yep, a fever. So we skipped closing and I loaded up my infectious crew and we ran out the door. By the time we pulled in the driveway Sam was out of his seat, knees in the floor, doubled over the seat crying with severe stomach pain. He could hardly walk! His fever was 102, so I got him in his pj's, laid him on the couch and poured the Tylenol in him. He ended up falling asleep on the couch, doubled up in a ball. How can a family of 3 kids end up with 2 completely different viruses??? Ab asked, "Why is everyone else sick and I'm not?" I told her to hush and stay in her room, lol.




The Diva has spoken at 8:56 AM CDT
Monday, July 12, 2004
Racing to Jesus
That's the lesson for tonight at VBS, which I only know because my wonderful, man-do-I-have-it-all-together sister told me over the phone this morning. I have yet to lay eyes on a book. Am I awful or what??? Sis worked so hard yesterday making our room look authentically Chinese with lanterns, paper scrolls, fabric draped from the ceiling... man, she rocks! The missions guy came into our room and asked her what room it was. She replied, "Third and fourth grade." He said, "No, what will the room be used for during VBS?" Heather again repeated that is was for 3rd and 4th grade. He said, "No...I'm missions, what is your room?" She said THIRD AND FOURTH GRADE!! She said he was way impressed that a teacher would go that far out for a home-room. Again, I must say she rocks. The pastor said it's the most authentically Chinese-looking room they have. She SO deserves a gold star for her work. Now I just pray that God blesses my lazy soul and gives me the right words to say to those kids tonight and the rest of the week.

I tell you what, I am totally overwhelmed, but in an underwhelmed kind of way. I know that God is giving me peace because I should be way more stressed than I should be. I have VBS every night this week and Falls Creek next week. My original plan was to pre-make a lot of the food for camp and just take it all down frozen, but seeing what the schedule looks like for this week, I'm thinking I'm just going to have to do it all there. But really I think it's going to work out by doing that. When the kids head off to tabernacle in the mornings the sponsors have the entire time before lunch without the kids, which can be used for prayer, showers or sleep, lol. I, of course, will use it for cooking - and prayer that I get it done! Then in the afternoons, while the kids are out doing recreation or chasing members of the opposite sex, I'll have time to prepare dinner. And if it's a pretty light load I can also pre-make stuff for the next day or even further into the week. I honestly believe God is going to bless that kitchen!

Agh, this blog is going to be short today. Looking at this screen is not helping this 2-day old headache I'm nursing. I've been having a lot more headaches lately, which used to be normal for me, but for over a year now I've been virtually headache free. Now all of the sudden again, I'm having them. Might be allergy issues, so I think I'll take a Zyrtec and a hot shower and see what happens... probably a nap will ensue, lol.

The Diva has spoken at 11:18 AM CDT
Friday, July 9, 2004
bleh
If I don't have a title I guess from now I'll just use bleh. What else ya gonna use? Bleh sounds pretty good to me.

Last night I had a meeting with the other staff/sponsors for church camp and had to take the kids. About halfway through the meeting Kady came over and laid her head on my leg and when I reached down to brush her hair back from her face I realized her head was hot. I asked Sarah, the pastor's wife, to feel her, too. Yep, definitely hot. So we scrapped a trip to the big W to get milk before we all end up with osteoporosis and went directly home. She was burning up by then. I had Paul start stripping her while I grabbed the thermometer. There is nothing worse than watching that thermometer climb higher and higher and feeling utterly helpless the whole while. It finally stopped at 104.4. The only other time any of my kids have ever had a fever that high was last summer when Kady had Roseola - it was 105 then and I had her butt in the ER pronto. But I knew there was a virus going around and with a fever that high it was a virus, so we stuck cool rags on her groin and under her arms, gave her a double dose of Motrin and a sippy cup of Gatorade and rode it out. She's run it consistently all durn day and I hope that now that we've hit the 24 hour mark, it goes away. Fortunately she's been drinking really well and I'm not too worried about dehydration. She even ate some dinner tonight, so I hope we're on the mend.

This next week starts VBS every night from 6-8:30. Heather and I have the 3rd and 4th graders. We have taken over the preschool, early childhood wing, so until we get our kids out of there we're stuck taking the older kids. I love 3rd graders, though. They are so loving and sweet!! When I subbed in the 3rd grade last year I got tons of pictures and declarations of love and hugs and oh talk about a self-esteem booster! So I hope we get a good group of 'em in VBS.

We end VBS on Friday night then the kids and I leave at 6am the following Monday for church camp, which is in Davis, OK. I've only been there once and it was when Heather was a summer missionary and Mom and I went down for her ceremony thingy. It's like a 4 hour drive. Bleh. With my 3 kids. Bleh. I'm the only full-time cook. There is a younger girl that is going to help, but she's also going in sponsor capacity, too. Then Shauna Foust is going to help as we need her. We're feeding 30, so yeah, I think we'll need her. I really think there should be another full-time cook, but I don't know if I'll get anyone to concur. Keep the prayers a rollin' in that week! Last night when we ended the meeting and we all went around the circle and prayed, I prayed for extra blessings in the organization department, lol. If y'all could do that, too, I'd be ever so grateful! Ab and Sam are old enough to go to a day camp thing for sponsor/staff kids, but Kady isn't quite old enough, so she'll have to hang out with me in the cabin. Should be interesting... to say the least.

Well, the kids have managed to spill bubble solution alllllll over their little bodies and probably my entryway, so I'm outta here. Or I'm outtie!

(Just 3 days till I Love the 90's, btw!)

The Diva has spoken at 7:54 PM CDT
Wednesday, July 7, 2004
Yadda yadda yadda
Mood:  down
I really have nothing to blog about in particular today. Sam has pink-eye and that is the high-light goin' on right now in the Hoover household. Man, do I live the wild life or what? Kady and Chandler are watching Bear in the Big Blue House right now, Abby's fixing her hair for the 30th time (and it's only 8:30 am) and Sam is probably squeezing out an entire tube of toothpaste or hot-wiring the car. Oops, nope, now I hear Chandler whining at Sam so the big bear must've lost it's appeal.

I am so tired of being tired! No matter how much sleep I get I cannot seem to get enough. I could sit down right now and sleep for probably 3 hours no problem. I could probably sit down after that this afternoon and sleep another 3. Then sleep 8 hours tonight and still feel like crap. I still attest that I am in peri-menopause, even though my mother in law says it's just because I'm fat, lol. Everything in the universe that is wrong is because I'm fat, just ask her. Anyway, everything I've researched and studied about peri-menopause describes me to a T and no one is going to convice me otherwise. One of the grand things about peri-menopause is that it's just one step under the hellishness of actual menopause except you can be in it for like 15 years THEN go through the real thing. Ah, ain't it great bein' a woman. My doctor (who I've since concluded is a certifiable quack) says I'm "chronically depressed". Ha! I'm so damn happy I can hardly stand myself, lol.

*sigh* I feel the need to write today, but I can't get motivated to actually start. I hate days like that - I know I have something brewing in my mind, either another story or possibly the first chapter in the next Great American Novel, but I can't get started. Once I get started, though, I can't stop. Maybe that's why I can't get movin' on it - I know I have too many other responsibilites and can't devote what I need to on the book/story/whatever it is.

Well, the silence of my office has now been broken. I have one 2-year-old arguing with me about where he's going to sit and read his book, another 2-year-old asking if she can play with all the toys that are set aside to put in caches, a 7-year-old asking me if her hair looks okay and a 5-year-old who is just tormenting the hell out of the male 2-year-old. Celebrate the moments of your life...

The Diva has spoken at 8:47 AM CDT
Updated: Wednesday, July 7, 2004 8:50 AM CDT
Monday, July 5, 2004
Next year I'm stayin' home
Mood:  don't ask
Oh my goodness, what a holiday weekend. Christy, I'm FINALLY getting around to adding our fantastic story from Friday night! Being without power for 29 hours kind of held things up, lol. More on that further down, which I know you're on the edge of your seat now...

Okay, Friday night my mom offered to watch the kids so Paul and I could go out before his vacation ended. We had spent Thursday at Mark and Christy's since we hadn't seen them in forEVER and during the course of conversation we asked them to go with us. Well, Christy called me Friday morning and said that yes, they had a sitter and they could go. The plan was to meet at the Rib Crib in Joplin at 5:30. We left the kids at Mom's around 4:30 and headed to Joplin. We drove to Joplin in the rain (which y'all know does horrific things to my hair), but it really wasn't anything more than a light misty rain, the kind that just makes things dreary. We met the Wylands at the restaurant and waited about 10 minutes for our table, deciding during that wait that we'd go see The Terminal there in Joplin after dinner. OOh I was so excited - seeing a movie with no animated critters or comic strip heroes! We get seated, order our food and are just doing the typical couples out without the children thing, visiting like normal humans. Our food gets there and man, are we chowing down. Oh geez, the food was SO good! Not being a big barbecue fan, it was a nice surprise for me. We're about 5 minutes into our meal and I commented that it was sure raining hard. Everyone nods while they continue eating, it wasn't a real big deal. Then someone opened the door letting in the sound of the tornado siren. Yes, I said tornado siren. We all 4 kind of look at each other, look around, look at each other and laugh uncomfortably, look around some more...are you getting the sense that we were kind of confused as to why the sirens were going off and no one was paying any attention to it????? It was weird, lemme tell ya. Then all of the sudden we hear someone yell "THERE IT IS!" Well, Mr Hoover was out of that booth in a heartbeat and at the door looking for the twister that was going to relocate us to Oz. Mr Wyland, on the other hand, was still poking chicken strips into his piehole. (Marky, you know I love you!) When we heard Paul concur that, yes, there indeed was a tornado that was enough to get the 3 of us out of the booth as well. Christy and I ran to the window and look toward the horizon, expecting to see something from the scenes of Twister. I said, "I don't see anything!" and she grabs my hand and says "LOOK UP!!" Thar she blows, er blew, actually kind of spun and rotated...anyway...there was the freaking FUNNEL! Right over our heads, doing it's dead level best to form into a full-fledged tornado and strut it's stuff on the ground for all to see. Oh man, my insides were already shaking but when I saw my first real life, up close and personal funnel cloud directly over my head, mind you, those insides just kind of went all the way over into Jello consistency. Christy's looking at me asking what we're going to do and I'm just kind of standing there going "Duhhhhhhh" like SpongeBob's friend, Patrick. Okay not really, but I was pretty shaken up anyway. Then quick as all get out, the funnel was gone, back up in the clouds, adios amigos, see ya later, Witchy Poo, we are not going to Oz today. After that, the plate of pulled pork still sitting on that table in front of me didn't look so appealing. I called Mom to check on her and the kids and she said, "Oh, is it raining?" Holy crap, yeah and then some, Mom! Things were fine in Miami and never got bad the entire night. I wasn't too savvy to sitting in a movie theatre with the weather so freaky because even though they'd give us warning, I'm sure, was it going to be as much warning as I wanted or needed? We decided to go on to Neosho to Mark and Christy's house to rent some movies. The weather was spooky all the way there, but nothing more than rain ever hit us. We checked out the movie times at the Neosho theatre, deciding that as long as the weather was okay, we'd catch the late show. So in the meantime, the boys played a PlayStation2 game and Christy and I laid on her bed and watched our Senior Prom video. ROFL, what a RIOT!!! That was so much fun! After that little walk down memory lane, we got around and saw The Stepford Wives at the late show. It was a very eventful evening and as much as I love Mark and Christy, I'd rather not repeat anything like it for awhile!

So Saturday was spent just getting ready for the 4th's festivities. Paul, his brother and a friend went to a bike rally in Grove and the kids and I just hung out here at the house, cleaning and getting things ready. I ended up with a headache as the evening wore on and instead of baking the crusts for the desserts, I opted to go to bed early and just get up early to do my baking before church. Ever heard that saying "He who hesitates is lost"? Well, hesitation caused me to lose out on 3 desserts for the 4th. I woke up around 6 am to the sound of a pretty big storm. At 6:30 when I was in the bathroom (the only room in the house with no windows, mind you) the electricity went out. We got our power back at 10:50 this morning. It was a good ol' fashioned Fourth of July, lemme tell ya. We were pretty primitive. Okay, primitive for us anyway, lol. We did the burgers on the grill, as planned, but the desserts had to be left by the wayside and we weren't hurt a bit by the caloric deprivation. Everyone learned to grab a flashlight if they needed to use the bathroom and it didn't really matter that my bathroom never got cleaned. It was too dark to see the dirt! We ate outside, as was planned, and it was a whole heck of a lot cooler out there anyway. I took Melissa, Heather and Uncle David on 4-wheeler rides around the mile section to cool off, the kids played on the slip n' slide and we watched some pretty good fireworks while we slapped mosquitoes by the light of the tiki torches. It really wasn't too bad now that I look back, now that I sit here in my air conditioning again.

There was supposed to be another storm come in overnight and we just couldn't see spending the night shut up in that house, so the kids and I packed up and went to Mom's to spend the night in air conditioning. Paul stayed here just in case the electricity came back on. Something about power surges and not wanting anything to blow up. I think he was just wanting to be alone, lol. He was supposed to go back to work today, but ended up calling in this morning because we weren't sure when we were supposed to get power back and we had two freezers and a fridge that needed to be relocated. He emptied the fridge and small freezer and brought them to Mom's where we stashed and stowed our food. He went back to the house to check on things before going out to his brother's to load up the generator to plug everything into. While he was at the house the second time the power was restored. Halleluiah! Our concern was that they wouldn't be able to get down to where the line was downed. It was down in the river bottom, which was flooded from all the rain. We figured it'd be a few days because things would have to dry out in order for them to get trucks in there. Thanks to the miracle of bucket trucks and whatever other magic wands they used, they got it back on this morning.

Ya know, last year on the 3rd is when Paul had his wreck and we spent the 4th thanking God that we still had him with us. It was a weekend I didn't want to repeat and figured that this year would certainly be better. Okay, so yes, it was better - I mean no one in the family was injured and all we ended up missing out on was a couple of really good pies on the 4th, but frankly, next year I plan on renting some movies a few days before the 4th, staying holed up in my comfy house and not tempting things.


The Diva has spoken at 5:43 PM CDT
Tuesday, June 29, 2004
Where ya from? You sexy thang...
Mood:  silly
I just heard that song on a commercial so I made it my title... I believe in miracles....where ya from....you sexy thang (sexy thang)...dooo dooooodododododdododoodoo. *grin*

Well, it's 10:13, Tuesday, and we've been home since 6 am yesterday. It was a great vacation. Long drive, but good vacation. We decided that someday we'd all like to be wealthy enough to fly on our vacations, lol. I had enough QT with the fam to last me awhile.

The weather tried to cooperate as much as it could. When we got there Paul was absolutely dead on his feet, having worked a 9 hour shift, came home and showered, we left and drove all night. Okay, first let me start with this...we drove into Miami when we left our house. The Stelles hadn't had dinner yet and we needed to feed them. We stopped at the Sonic to grab some food. Abby asked for some fruit loops out of the back. Well, we've been dealing with the stupid door on the back of my van for awhile now. I guess someone tried to break into it when it was locked and broke the door handle. Paul redneck rigged it so we could at least open it. He gave me a lesson on how to hold the handle to get it to pop open. Well, I get into the back of the van, get Ab's dang fruit loops, shut the door, then Sam decides he needs something out of the back. Lo and behold the stupid door won't open again. Paul gets out, madder'n all get out. Agh, it was awful. We had that back loaded down with everything we needed - food, clothes, well, everything! Not to mention the kids and I were in our pj's for the all-night drive. So Mom is trying to keep the steam from rolling out of his ears, smoothing it over, I'm about in tears, apologizing all over the place, standing in the Miami Sonic parking lot with my pj's on at 10pm. I was beginning to think the trip was doomed. But we headed out. The drive was uneventful, except for the torrential rain from Arkansas on. ha! We roll into Biloxi around noon on Friday, the kids and I still in our pj's, mind you. We can't check into the motel till 2, so we drove up and down the beach front for a bit, then decided to grab a bite to eat. I wasn't about to go into the restaraunt in my jammies, so Paul had to crawl over the backseat to drag me out some jean shorts and the kids some clothes. We ate a really good lunch at Ruby Tuesday, stuffing ourselves to the hilt. By the time we got done it was after 2, so we headed to the hotel. Paul was so exhausted, like I said, he just fell onto the bed and immediately went to sleep. I walked next door to the Stelle's and Mom's room and the smell of sunblock smacked me in the face. They were dressing for the beach! Agh. I wasn't about to go without Paul, the whole reason we finagled this extra two days of vacation was so he could see his kids on the beach for the first time. I told them to go without us, we'd all just take a nap. Bless their hearts, they said they'd stay and wait for us. Well, around 5 I hear this banging on the door and open it to find Mom with this worried look on her face, saying a huge storm is moving in and it's supposed to rain for the next 3 days and if we're going to the beach we have to go NOW. So I start waking up kids and husband, throw on suits and water shoes and down we go. Oh it was so cool and nice and the kids were enthralled. We played and took tons of pictures, not knowing if we'd get a chance to go again, until the storm started rolling in. Wow, I've lived in Oklahoma my whole life and I hardly blink at the tornado watches we live under in the spring and summer, but to see a storm roll in off the ocean is something else. Talk about magnificent! We literally watched it move in in a big wall. The sky and the ocean merged, the lightning began and I was just in awe of it all. But ripping me from my meterological reverie, Mom reminded me that lightning and the ocean weren't a good mix. We scooped everyone up, headed back to the room and just made it when the storm hit the land. We just hung out in the room the rest of the evening, grabbing sandwiches when we finally got hungry, watching TV, the usual vacation stuff. The storm didn't last long and by about 11 we were ready to gamble. Yeah, baby! Mom stayed in the room with the kids, who were exhausted anyway, and Sis, Jon, Paul and I walked down to this huge pirate ship to see how much money we could donate to the city of Biloxi. Jon didn't do so well at craps, Paul, Heather and I did fairly well at slots and we'd have stayed longer except my eyes kept crossing staring at the screen. We slept in the next morning, then go around and headed back to the beach. The weather was perfect and we spent the entire morning there. We had lunch on the beach with a herd of hungry seagulls (If you've seen the movie Finding Nemo, the seagull scene with them all going "MINE MINE MINE" is SO true!). The kids got a total kick out of feeding those stupid birds and Paul had them picking stuff out of the air over his head. I don't think any of the kids ate half their sandwiches, feigning sand in the peanut butter or whatever else they could think of to be able to donate to the screeching things. Around this time I could feel my skin starting to sizzle and I knew a sunburn was taking place. We were worried about the kids' skin so we packed it up and went back to the rooms. We took a nap, again. Love vacation naps, lol. That night we ate some really good seafood - and for me to say that is a big thing since I don't like seafood - then went down to find the house where Mom and Dad lived when they were there 34 years ago. Mom knocked on the door but never could get anyone to answer. I'm sure she was disappointed over that. Then we just spent the next couple of hours souvenier shopping and letting the kids buy vast quantities of junk. We ended up leaving with two of those stupid biting shark heads on a stick, a lobster visor, a duck wearing sunglasses visor, a sand dollar, a lighthouse charm (Abby at least got something of some quality), a resin baby aligator, 5 strands of Mardi Gras beads, and two velvet sacks of polished dyed rocks. Oh ya gotta love vacation souveniers. It's about 10pm now and my sunburn is screaming "You idiot! YOu got sunburned in a state where the UV level is 2000+" I swear I heard it mocking me. I volunteered to stay in the room that night so this time Mom could go. We were originally planning on going in shifts, the women first, then the men, but I just didn't have it in me. I crashed with the kids thanks to a hearty dose of Benadryl. They got back to the rooms around 3:40am after having seen a guy face down in the parking lot, who they thought was dead. The police were called. Turns out the guy had run up a huge liquor bill in a casino, skipped out, passed out and got caught anyway. They were questioned by the police. And I snoozed while it happened, darn the luck. The next day was checkout day. We left around 11, drove into Gulfport and spent 3 hours in a hands-on children's museum/discovery center. It was awesome! The kids thoroughly wore themselves out and so did we. We left the great state of Mississippi at 3 in the afternoon with 5 exhausted kids and 5 adults dreading the drive. We no sooner got on the road and the rain began again and it rained HARD on us all the way to Memphis. After that we just drove in and out of showers the rest of the way. We did a lot more stopping on the way home. We wore out quicker and had to switch drivers more often and I think everyone's bladders shrunk along the way, lol. My only complaint really about the trip was my hair!! OH MY GOSH, the humidity was unreal, people! Mom would look at me every 10 minutes ago, shake her head and say, "Kristin I KNOW your hair is curlier than it was the last time I looked at you!" I finally gave up trying to straighten the bangs, pulled it back in a headband and went with it. I do not like one single picture that was taken of me with my 'fro, so don't expect me to post any, lol. I swear I could feel the curls relaxing the further west we drove. I know we have high humidity here, but it must be the combination of salt and humidity there or something. Crazy stuff.

I started doing laundry today and we have yet one more souvenier - a third of the beach is in my utility room. The other two thirds are in Mom and Sis'.

The Diva has spoken at 10:48 PM CDT
Updated: Tuesday, June 29, 2004 10:51 PM CDT
Wednesday, June 23, 2004
Not enough hours in the day
Mood:  rushed
ARGHHHHHHHHHH Imagine if you will, me running frantically up to the screen of your computer going AGHHHHHHHHHH like the kid in Home Alone. When you imagine this, you will have a pretty accurate depiction of how I am feeling right now. I have less than 24 hours to get us all ready for the big Nat'l Lampoon's Biloxi Road-trip and I have to sleep at some point. Actually, sleep is going to take a huge priority for me tonight. If I don't get some good sleep tonight I will be useless tomorrow. I am taking 2 of my potent herbal sleeping pills and I'm heading off the dreamland. Then I'll be more equipped to handle the stress of the coming days. Laundry's going right now, dishes are pretty well caught up, everything is bought that we need to take with us. All I have to do (All, ha!) tomorrow is clean out and vacuum the van, finish the laundry then pack all 5 of us, finish cleaning the house, find time in there to shower, go to town and fill up the van, get the kids' vacation spending money changed from well, change into bills (they cleaned out the piggy banks, lemme tell ya) and I think that's it. Nothing like a good vacation to relax a person.

I doubt I post tomorrow folks! In the meantime have a good weekend and I'll post tons of boring beach pictures on Monday!

The Diva has spoken at 10:45 PM CDT
Tuesday, June 22, 2004
Hey hey we're the Monkees
Why I titled it with the theme song from the Monkees I'll never know. It was the first thing that popped into my head. Kind of scary, eh?

Well, the Diva and her family is heading out in a matter of days for, what is probably going to rival a National Lampoon's summer vacation. We've taken the whole fam damily to just Branson before and it's always been uh...interesting. Imagine what it's going to be like going all the way to Biloxi, MS!! 14 hours, 5 kids, 2 vans, 3 adult women with hormone issues, 1 potty training 2 year old, and 2 men. Don't need to go further in describing the men or putting any adjectives in there - y'all know what I'm talkin' about. Love you, boys! Really, though, I am SO excited about this trip! Okay, 14 hours in the van with my oh-so-not-talkative husband is going to be frustrating, but I think the trip is going to be great all in all. I am excited to see where my mom and dad used to live when they were young and in the service, I can't WAIT to see my kids at the beach for the first time, truthfully, I can't wait to see myself at the beach for the first time! lol Used to, I never had a desire whatsoever to see the beach and truthfully considered that living my life having never gone to the ocean would still be just as fulfilling, but for some reason - call it a quarter life crisis, whatever - I have this overwhelming desire to see it now. I personally, would pack up tomorrow and move to the east coast, but every time I say that Paul looks at me like I just sprouted a new head on my left shoulder or something. He says I'm strange for wanting to leave at this point in our lives and why can't I just be happy here. I dunno, why can't I just be happy here? *shrugs* One of life's little mysteries...

Anyway, my next two days are going to be spent in a whirlwind of vacation preparatory activities, so if the blog goes a little unattended, that's why. Rest assured, though, that I will have TONS of pictures to post when we get back, though!

It's 10:30 pm now and I am feeling the effects of a stress-cleaning day. I know I'm not the only woman in the world who can clean like the dickens when she is frustrated and aggravated and has a lot on her mind. Right? RIGHT?? Gosh, I hope I'm not the only one. I play housekeeper every two weeks and clean my cousin's house. Well, today she definitely got her money's worth because I was nearly blinded by the sparkling when I left there today! Okay, so maybe it wasn't really sparkling, per se, but I definitely went a little above my normal today. I find it oh so gratifying to take out my frustrations on the mop when I'm slinging Pine Sol from one end of the kitchen to the other. It's very theraputic to talk out loud to one's self when one is vacuuming, too. I know, you're grinning right now, either because you're thinking I'm a total loon or because you've done exactly the same thing! Go ahead, admit it.

Well, I definitely chased a rabbit there, didn't I? I was going to close and ended up typing another whole paragraph. Geez. Annnnnyway, I'm outta here. Gotta rest my poor work-worn muscles, so I can get up and tackle my own house tomorrow! I hate coming home from vacation to a messy house and I simply refuse to do it next week. Even if it kills me, lol.

The Diva has spoken at 10:38 PM CDT
Monday, June 21, 2004
When it's raining on Monday
Mood:  don't ask
Okay, so I just blatantly stole a line from a Keith Urban song. Sue me.

Yesterday was one booger of a day. I cried virtually the entire morning. Why? Hmm...good question. Just been on a crying jag lately. Every now and then I get this way, it lasts for a few days and then I'm back to being my normal self again. It usually starts when I read a good book, one that touches me somewhere deep and incredibly personal. And it snowballs from there. Agh, I hate being that vulnerable! Vulnerable sucks. My emotions sabotage me more often than I'd like. I like being in-control and confident, but it's hard to exhibit either of those when you've been crying virtually nonstop for the better part of two days, you have a flaky nose that rivals that of a coke user's, you have bloodshot swollen eyes and suffer from dehydration. Hard to be self-assured and tough when you'd rather crawl under a rock until you regain control of yourself again. Maybe this is God's way of humbling me, making me realize that I'm pretty much as human as the next guy and I need to step down off my high horse. *shrugs* Dunno.

I'm more in control today, but feel like that at just the right emotional cue I'll be back snivelling again. I'm trying to just avoid anything and everything, lol. So far laundry hasn't made me cry, so I guess I should concentrate on that.

Can you imagine what I'm going to be like during menopause?????

The Diva has spoken at 12:12 PM CDT
Saturday, June 19, 2004
Has it really been this long since I last posted?
Mood:  cheeky
Goodness, it's been a mere 5 days since I last blogged and they've changed all the options on here! Now I can add a mood and a topic and well, goodness, but I feel uptown.

I took my little selfish vacation this last week and let me tell you something...I NEEDED IT! I was down to my last shred of sanity and patience and just really needed some good quality Kristin time. I left quite a bit later than I had intended, but still managed to miss any heavy traffic on the interstate and in Springfield itself. The motel wasn't exactly the Ritz, but I guess if you want the Ritz you book at the Ritz, eh? It looked a lot nicer in the lobby than it did in the actual room, lol. But it was pretty clean and I felt better after I jerked the comforter off the bed the minute I walked through the door. I've seen too many episodes of CSI and I KNOW what they find on those motel bedspreads! But with it stashed on the floor in the corner of the room, I was more comfortable. I spent the rest of my time alone watching TV, reading, shopping and enjoying the quiet. I called home more than I said I would, but oh well, can't quit being a mom just because you're out of town. I ate Chinese, something I don't eat with the family because, well, no one likes it but me. I shopped at my own pace, stopping in the stores I wanted to and stayed as long as I wanted. I tried on shoes for nearly 30 minutes with absolutely no intention of buying a single pair. Just because I could. I didn't have to threaten 3 children to sit still before something embarrassing happened like me smacking them in front of the entire store, I didn't all of the sudden realize that Kady was missing and had to hobble through the store with one foot bare and the other one wearing a size 10 red sandal...you get my drift. I watched an entire episode of Reno911 and not once did I get up during a commercial break to switch out laundry, put the last remaining dinner dishes in the dishwasher or straighten up the living room. I had my butt planted on that bed, propped up like the freakin' Queen of Sheba with every pillow in the room and I was going to stay there.

I love my kids more than life itself, but every now and then every Mom needs some grownup time by herself. My sister is content with Bub taking the kids to his mom's for the day and leaving her there to clean, sleep, play XBox or scrapbook. She's content staying in her own domain and she's completely refreshed at the day's end. I, however, do not get that luxury. My husband isn't as well equipped to take the kids placed as Jon is. Just not his thing, I guess. So I do not get the whole day at home doing my own thing. What I have to do is just save up my frustration for 6 months at a time, until I start snapping people's heads off for little things, I cry at the drop of a hat and I can't accomplish anything because I'm exhausted. When I start seeing those things more often than I don't, I know it's time to start planning the Selfish Vacation once more. I do realize that I am fortunate to have a husband who allows me to do this, so I really can't complain that I don't get breaks as often as Sis does. Quality not quantity, right? Paul really doesn't understand my need to get away. To him it is undeniably foolish and what in the WORLD do I do while I'm alone for all the time?? Ohhhh, I enjoy it. He has a 20 minute drive to work and another one home at night - alone. When he takes a bathroom break during the day he does it - alone. He mows the lawn - alone. He tinkers around in the barn - alone. He takes 6 hour bike rides with his ultra cool, bald-headed Stone Cold look-alike friend - virtually alone.

I ended up my 3 days of bliss with a night at the opera. Okay, yeah, so it was the Tulsa Light Opera driving up to do a one-night stint at the Coleman, but it was opera, nonethless. My friend, Tiff, had asked me to go Tuesday when I went through the drive-thru on my way out of town. I mulled it over the entire time I was gone and just couldn't justify a night out after having been gone 3 days. When I got home there was a message from her asking again. I called her at work, told her I didn't think I could, but I'd ask anyway. She called me when she got home, reminding me to ask Paul, lol. When he came in, I greeted him with a kiss and a hug, let the kids maul him for a few minutes, then presented my case the best way I knew how. And he said yes!! My knees buckled and I shook my head with absolute incredulity. And immediately picked up the phone to tell Tiff I could go!! I got ready and got my butt out the door before anyone had a chance to change their mind or mine! Tiff, Jill and I had dinner at the Chinese restaurant (twice in 3 days, whoo hoo!) and enjoyed our time at the theatre. Intermission was a hoot, especially when Jill snorted, but that's a story for another time, lol. We also decided we need to culture ourselves more and we say we're going to go to Tulsa to the opera on a regular basis. Guys and Dolls is running next month, so I hope we actually stick to our guns.

So all in all I've had a banner week, folks. I hope you've had the same! We play softball tonight. Of course, I have't picked up a bat since our last game two weeks ago, so you can pretty well bet I'm going to strike out. Nothing new there. We play at 6 and 9, throwing a church social in at 7. Gonna be a busy evening, but after my week I think I'm equipped to handle it!

The Diva has spoken at 9:39 AM CDT
Updated: Saturday, June 19, 2004 9:48 AM CDT
Monday, June 14, 2004
Air conditioning!!!!!!!!
Topic: Rambling much
Praise the Lord, we finally turned on the AC. I'm telling you what, I really do not know if I could've lasted one more stinkin', sweaty day in this miserably hot house without air. Agh, it's been awful. Today was the clincher. My friend, Trishia, called this morning and asked if I was about to crack. They're holding off turning theirs on, also, but I think she may have very well caved in by this evening. Call me a wuss, whatever you want, but I will be cool when I wake up in the morning, that's one thing I know for sure.

Being this hot and humid for an extended period of time, you do things that you never dreamed you would. Like putting deodorant under your boobs. Yes, really. I'm tellin' ya, if you have any boobs at all you know what it's like when those things start the waterfall of sweat. You wear a bra, not for support, but simply to stifle the perspiration torrents. Another friend of mine told me she did that sometimes in the summer and I never dreamed I would actually do it. But I did. And hey, it works!! Quite well, I might add. I've been taking 2 and 3 showers a day just to cool off. When I had taken shower #3 the other night and came down the hall fanning my shirt Paul gave me the strangest look and asked what the heck I was doing. I said, as straight-faced as I could, that I was drying my deodorant. I could tell he was perplexed and asked how fanning the front of my shirt would dry my deodorant under my arms. When I told him that the deodorant I was drying was not under my arms, well, he kind of blushed, not out of embarrassment, but I think simply because he sometimes marvels at the crap I do. Desperate times...

Paul and I have reached a new level in our marriage, I've decided. Not only am I sharing trade female secrets on creative anti-perspirant'ing, I am allowing him to participate in the age-old art of waxing. Sadly, it's not my eyebrows I wax. It's my arms and upper lip. Agh, the older I get, the more I resemble a Sasquatch. I know that the hair on the upper lip is simply hormones and age. The hair on my arms is nothing more than a really crappy draw in the game of Heredity. Not only did I inherit Dad's grey hair, but I've also inherited the hair on his arms. Or should I say "in-hair-it"...HA! Maybe that was funny to only me, I dunno... Aaaaaanyway... I put up with this awful anomaly for years until I finally decided that it would have a hold on me no more. Enter Sally Hansen and her magic box of wax strips. That Sally Hansen was a sadist, I'm sure of it. Okay, to make a long story short I proceed to wax my arms the other night. If you've ever waxed you know you have to pull the skin taut when you rip the strips off, if you've never waxed, well now you know what you have to do. With the wax being on my arm I didn't have the extra hand to spare, so I trot up front with this hot-pink strip glued to my left fore-arm. Paul and the looks he gives me....poor guy. I asked him if he could do me a favor. Believe me, it was met with trepidation, but he agreed. He was kind of impressed at the results and enjoyed holding the strip up to the light to see just how much hair it had ripped from my body. So when it came time to do the right arm, I trot up to the recliner again, except this time he says he wants to rip the strip off while I hold the skin taut. Believe me, that was met with trepidation. But I let him. I'm thinking that he and that sadist, Sally Hansen, are twins separated at birth.

There are two conflicting theories I have regarding being married long enough to allow your spouse to do such things (or worse!) with/for you. One is that we have been together so long that we have reached a level of comfortableness that supercedes most relationships. I mean, he's seen me give birth to 3 children, so obviously the modesty barrier was broken a long time ago. But to allow each other to participate in the ordinary not-so-pretty moments of life, like waxing, well,that takes quite a bit more than breaking a simple modesty barrier. We are comfortable in who we are, not only with ourselves, but with each other as well. We are truly a couple, a long-term couple. The other thought is that aw, to heck with it, he's the only man to see me naked in 11 1/2 years. It's not a matter of being comfortable with each other, it's just who's available at the right times. Not like I'm going to call my Mom at 10pm with a wax strip stuck to my forearm and ask her to drive out here to hold my skin taut while I rip the hair out from the root.

I'm not sure which theory I'm going with at this point... I'll ponder it some more while I pluck my eyebrows. In the living room. Under the light of the lamp next to his recliner. While he watches WWE.

(PS: The Diva will be incommunicado for a few days. Taking a little selfish vacation. Need some ME time in a desperate way! Will write when I get back into town. XOXO)

The Diva has spoken at 10:41 PM CDT
Updated: Monday, December 6, 2004 3:26 PM CST
Friday, June 11, 2004
Questions
I'm not even sure if anyone is keeping up with my blog or not, but just in case you are and you are an avid trivia buff, could you answer a couple of questions for me?

When a US president passes away and they have the parade with the casket on the horse-drawn carriage, they also have the riderless horse walking behind. I know the symbolism of the riderless horse, but why are the boots in the stirrups backwards?

Why do they do a 21-gun salute???

(I'm sure I could find these on the 'net if I wanted to, but I thought this would be a sneaky-clever way to see if anyone's paying attention. Heehee!)

The Diva has spoken at 9:23 AM CDT
Broken arms and sunburns
Topic: Kids & other noisy things
Today is supposed to be our hottest day so far and we are completely prepared, well, except for the lack of air-conditioning. lol

The kids were up at the blessed crack of dawn, even after no naps yesterday and staying up till after 10. Those precious babies! Thankfully they played for about an hour without incident while I kind of dozed. The bedroom was cool and I knew it was going to be pretty much the only time today that I wouldn't be miserable and sweaty, so I was bound and determined to take full advantage of it. I finally got up when the fighting and fussing began. All 6 of us now have on our swimsuits and are patiently awaiting the movement of the sun into the front yard. I sent them all out to play sidewalk chalk on the shaded carport/driveway slab while we wait. Otherwise they'd be in here bugging me every 5 minutes. Oh wait, they're still doing that. I figure we've got about another hour before the yard's good and sunny. Then it'll take me 20 minutes to slather all 5 of them down with 30 spf. They'll have over an hour and a half to slip, slide and see who can break which bone first. Kind of stinks not having a pool this year, but they really seem to like the slip n slide just fine. Plus with a slip n slide I don't feel so obligated to actually participate like I would in a pool. I can sit in my lounger and let my perilously white body attract freckles. Heaven forbid it attract a tan, lol. Kind of stinks sometimes being Irish... Oh I have Cherokee in me, but obviously the hearty Irish genes dominate. *sigh* Sam's last T-ball game is tonight. Gonna be a miserable hot one and yes I'm being pessimistic. No sense trying to avoid the truth. The actual temp is only supposed to be 89 today, but with the 3000% humidity it makes the heat index somewhere close to oh...3 degrees cooler than HELL. Okay, a slight exaggeration on my part, but still 105-110 is pretty durn hot, right?

Well, the kids got curiously quiet, so that means they've either found a bug to torture, a tick on the dog and they're daring each other to pull it off or Abby's showing them how to climb this poor pitiful excuse for a tree in the side yard. Any of the three oughta be fun to observe for awhile regardless.

The Diva has spoken at 9:17 AM CDT
Updated: Monday, December 6, 2004 3:24 PM CST
Thursday, June 10, 2004
Rainy day Thursday
Topic: Kids & other noisy things
Well, the slumber party last night was a roaring success. Imagine, if you will, 4 little girls ages 7 1/2, 6, almost 6 and 2 1/2. Well, and of course, add in Grammy, Aunt Kiki (that's me, btw) and the ultimate in slumber party moms, my sister. We ate pizza, watched her open her presents, ate some cake (Mine was minus icing, I can't hack that stuff) then broke out Uncle Bub's laptop for over an hour filled with the Cha-cha Slide, the Hokey Pokey and the Chicken Dance. Again, bring out the imagination and picture 7 white girls dancing. Go ahead, take a break while you laugh, the rest of the blog will keep. Well, anyway we danced till the humidity got the best of us and we took a break. The girls played and Mom, Sis and I lounged on the couches, watching the people file through the Rotunda paying respect to President Reagan, a little bit of CMT, some TLC and who knows what else. We all 3 got inspired by Clean Sweep and we're going to "sweep" our own houses this summer. We said. I hope we actually follow through, but we shall see. The girls then did a little craft - didn't I tell you my sister was on the ball? Then 4 little sets of baby teeth (and a few permanent ones) were brushed and we sent them to bed. Those little maniacs FINALLY fell asleep around 12:30!! By that time a full-fledged toad strangler had settled upon us and we all started getting drowsy listening to the rain and a really boring documentary on Bette Midler. Those two things in large doses could be coma-inducing. Mom headed home so she could sleep in her own bed, Sis and I crashed and 8 am came entirely too soon. Rest assured, though, that all 4 little girls were bouncing right up and at 'em! Sis and I took a little longer to get moving.

It's now 3:30 pm and I'm still in my slumber party clothes from last night. How lazy am I?? Actually I'm not lazy, I've accomplished a lot today, showering and getting ready were just not two of those things! I've got my 3 kids, Sis' 2 kids and one of Mom's friend's granddaughters. I've only had to mediate 2 arguments and they were pretty mild. I love having a house full of kids because they all play so well and keep each other occupied. They roam up front occasionally for a glass of juice and maybe a snack then they're back off to play again. Last time I checked they were playing "family", which is what we called "playing house" when I was a kid. Why the name changed I'll never know. We're supposed to have softball practice tonight, but I'm seriously doubting we do. Those practice fields would be treacherous! We need the practice, definitely, but not at the expensive of broken limbs. We'll see what everyone decides. Will I go if they do have it? Hmmm...doubtful. I'd have to tether and leash the 5 kids to keep them from running out into traffic or getting smacked with a softball. Yeah, I'm thinking we just stay home and watch a Disney movie or something. Heyyyy, none of them have had a nap...I bet I can wear them out this afternoon and have them all in bed by, say, 7:30, 8....yeah, this day is looking better and better!

The Diva has spoken at 3:29 PM CDT
Updated: Monday, December 6, 2004 3:23 PM CST
Wednesday, June 9, 2004
Happy Birthday, Addison!
Today is my niece's 6th birthday!! Slumber party tonight! Whoo hoo... yeah, whoo hoo.

I'll write more after awhile. I just typed half of a novel and somehow my clumsy rogue fingers did some tango combination and deleted EVERYTHING I had written except for a single solitary "N". AGH!!!

After I pout for awhile, I'll write again. Nothing like seeing the Diva pout... :-P

The Diva has spoken at 10:17 AM CDT
Tuesday, June 8, 2004
It's Tuesday and I'm insane....what's new with you?
Topic: Rambling much
Ever have one of those days where you get this nagging thought in the back of your head that you have finally fallen off the deep end and are officially crazy? For some reason today is one of those days for me. It's not been a bad day, per se, I just feel borderline insane. WalMart does that to me, lol.

I love to people watch and I think that quirky hobby alone keeps me from going stark raving mad in the middle of the detergent aisle at the local super center. Where else can you see toothless rednecks with a herd of children trailing along behind and hanging off the cart (oops, better watch what I'm saying, I'm that sentence minus the "toothless" part!), men who are fed up with the shopping experience in general and are moping along behind their wife's cart and sighing every minute or so, the elderly couple trying to decide if DelMonte green beans are cheaper than Green Giant, harried working moms trying to get groceries on their lunch hour and wondering if they can fit all of the refrigerator items in the mini-fridge at the office, helpless dads shopping alone with the kids and thanking the Lord for their wife and thinking, "HOW IN THE WORLD DOES THAT WOMAN DO THIS EVERY WEEK??"... I mean, I could go on, but you are totally nodding your head going "Yep" to them all, aren't you? People watching is what keeps me sane. And when you think about it, someone may have people-watched you today and you kept them from going stark raving mad. How's that make you feel?

The Diva has spoken at 3:02 PM CDT
Updated: Monday, December 6, 2004 3:21 PM CST
Monday, June 7, 2004
First entry
Topic: Kids & other noisy things
Ahh...I've wanted to blog for so long, but thought that my complete lack of knowledge of HTML would forever keep me from doing so. Along came Tripod with a HTML-free blog wizard for wanna-be computer geeks like myself. YAY!!!!

Gosh, I have so much to write and honestly have no clue where to begin tonight. It's nearly 11pm and I have to get up early in the morning, so I doubt I get into anything real heavy tonight.

The kids and I went to my niece and nephew's t-ball game tonight, which is a hoot and a half anyway. I love watching those little kids just all-out tackle the ball and pick flowers in the outfield! My niece, Addison, plays 3rd base. Er, well, Addison creates some incredible dirt castles around 3rd base. And when she runs she does her level best to create a dust storm that would rival something out of the Grapes of Wrath by scooting every step through that Oklahoma red dirt. Now, Gentry, my nephew, absolutely gave us the highlight of the game when he got to 3rd base and started doing the "peepee dance". We saw it, started giggling, hoping he'd be able to at least make it in to home. Then we heard him yelling, "DADDY!! I gotta go peeeeeeeee!" As they say: The crowd went wild.

Well, I will close now, leaving you chuckling at Gentry's bathroom/t-ball escapade. The kids and I are doing our bi-monthly trip to the donut shop in the morning. I do housecleaning every other Tuesday and on those days we go early to the donut shop. Who knew buying my 3 kids deep-fried pastries at 7 am twice a month would be a memory-maker? Or at least I hope it's one of those things that they remember forever and always go, "Remember the summer that Mom took us to the donut shop on Tuesdays?" As excited as they get about it now I'm sure it'll stick with them.


The Diva has spoken at 10:58 PM CDT
Updated: Monday, December 6, 2004 3:20 PM CST

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