random thought...

i changed my daily starbucks order....it is now $3.22....i figure, my bnl can tell my husbank how much i am now saving a year, vs. how much i spend!

all in a day's work....

first....i finally beat my bnl's score in word challenge on facebook. total random thought, but i can not quit thinking about it or the fact he has logged in while in hawaii on vacation to try and beat me again! jeff is like enough with the stupid game on facebook...but, this might mean my brain is not all mush and just maybe i still have a pretty damn good iq.

so reading shauna glen's blog today...she played a game, grab nearest book, turn to page 79 and in comment box enter line 13. okay, sure i will play....nearest book, baby 411 (i thought maybe annie broke her wrist the other day and it is sitting on end table), page 79, line 13......oh, no way, this is can not be right...count again, and again...shit, that is what it says.......
"is my milk drying up?"
so for all of you who don't know, me and my breastfeeding is a private matter self (no judgement to those who can and are more free with it, really). i end up with a booby sentence.....

i must congratulate cade on finally figuring out that a 30 minute shower in the morning, thus making himself late, thus making me and the girls late for whatever we have going on that day is not the best way to start the day! however, my new complaint is his inability to tell me he needs lunch money more than 30 minutes prior to lunch time....hint, hint, kid, i am usually across town at this time and unable to make it. i would think the day before when his account is almost at zero he might think to send me a text from school..."hey, almost out of money..HELP!" and i will make sure to tape a check to the garage door so we don't have this problem. i could always check his account online but i am too busy playing on facebook as you may know by now!
so today....it went something like this...(all in text while in school)
cade: "need lunch money"
me: "i am in burleson, 45 minutes away"
cade: "dang"
me: "what time is lunch over"
cade" "105"
this one does not make sense to me...however, i am in line at arby's about to pick the girls up a ham sandwich so i figure i will grab him something and be a few minutes late. then it clicks..
me: "not what time it starts, how long is lunch"
cade: "nvm...won't make it"
me: "on my way, passing downtown, have food already"
me: "passing northside" me thinking...i am being nice with the update
cade: "---------------" this is his lack of response...i figure, great, paying attention in school
me: "almost there, meet me in office, i look like hell"
so i rush in the doors...office is full of put together middle school moms....i am in my yoga pants (from yesterday), black t-shirt, and pink one on top, ponytail from shower two days ago, no make-up except the bit that has crusted under my eyes from my minor screaming, crying breakdown a few hours prior to this moment. i look around, no cade, but another mother ask me how far along i am....oh, 61/2 or 7 months i don't know really, third baby in three years. as you can imagine the look on her face (wtf it is not that wild....ok, it is a bit crazy, but i am determined to make it) still no cade......awe, cade's friend chris, "hey, chris would you mind taking this to lunch with you for cade?" "sure, mrs. longspaugh (one of the polite ones), but i think he had chicken express, maybe his mom just brought it up here?"
here is me...about to blow a gasket.....i mean, i felt like my head would explode, my heart is pounding, i am thinking, i blew up on jeff today, i blew up on the accountant's helper, and then the accountant himself and now....i am just going to lay down in the middle of this office, curl up in a fetal position and give up.
"oh, thanks chris, would you like arby's for lunch, it even has an order of cheese stix" UUUHHH, sure......"oh, and tell cade he is grounded and will have a list of chores to do all weekend".

so, there it is...i usually tell the kid, sorry, should have told me earlier, yesterday, or two days ago, but instead knowing i have been on a rampage this morning, i thought i would be nice (i was already paying for the girls lunch when i asked for his) and the little shit, played the double text game and asked his mother for food also. i did just receive a text saying it was not fair that he is grounded...my response, "DO NOT ERASE A SINGLE TEXT, I WILL GET MOMO TO GET A COPY OF THEM FROM ATT, YOU KNOW BETTER!" of course, he does not know that you can not get copies of text messages, but the threat worked...he admitted to the double texting and i will now have a mowed yard, clean cat boxes, dog doodoo free yard, dishes done, and x box free weekend!

i did have more pleasant things to blog about...but like i said, it has been a rough one and i might even smell more than the dog who has missed her last two grooming appointments.

off to find a shower and chocolate.........tonight...pictures and happy thoughts!

we are still in our pjs...

so, i am sitting on the back porch with my most loved laptop watching the girls play in a sandbox filled with rain water and sand. I guess it is just natural for my girls to act like longspaugh boys and i figure since their dad allows them to run around in the mud barefoot i better not be the "bad" guy and confine them to the indoors when a mess is in the works. this is why they make bathtubs right???



speaking of bathtubs...as some know our jack and jill bathroom between the girls room and cade's has been out of commission for the past year due to tile falling off the walls. well, it looks like jeff finally has time to oversee the rehab or makeover of said space and i can not find the pb catalog with the photo a bathroom i want to replicate. well, mostly...i have some ideas of my own to add to it. jeff is wanting a picture, something concrete to see and i can not give it to him. this bathroom has been in the catalog for years and has now been replaced. i tried reminding him i or "we" totally designed our kitchen in the last house from ideas i kept stored in the files of my overstuffed brain. give it another week or two and him having to give the girls all their baths because i can no longer reach over the edge of the circle, yes circle, bathtub in our bath and demolation will begin.



for my bitching of the week....it goes to all you really shitty drivers out there! yesterday must have been if you drive like shit and think you make all the rules of the road follow me around ftw driving day. it started with an eighteen wheeler deciding on a green light to make a left turn across three lanes without notice just as i am coming up in the middle lane doing 40mph. i tried to give him a friendly "hey, i am coming up behind you and will have to lay on my brakes hard to stop if you continue while possibly giving my toddlers whiplash honk" which he ignored and therefore, i followed with the "hey, ASSHOLE, you just broke the fucking law while endangering my family lay on the horn". and of course, not even a second glance from him or apologetic wave. next i am leaving my favorite cm to find that someone left their cart to roll across the parking lot coming to a halt against the back of my suv. again, thanks ASSHOLE! i will usually park away from the crowds and walk the few extra steps so i don't have to get upset with the jerk who parks so close to my door i can not put my child in her carseat without pulling out first or the jerk who thinks the paint of his/her vehicle would look lovely on mine does not ruin my day or cause me to react with a note on their windshield. as i am pushing the first cart to the cart holder which is three feet away (another parking trick of mine is to park close to the cart return so i can buckle kiddos in and then return my cart) a too skinny bitch in another suv backs up down the aisle right past me and my 13mo old at a quick rate to snatch the spot 15 places behind her. ok seriously, does that 30 yards hurt you to walk, does it really add more than 45 more seconds to your day??? then i notice she is also talking on her cell phone and putting on lipstick while doing this and it took all i had to walk away and not let her know just what i thought of her driving. i would have but i now fear that i will open my mouth to some inconsiderate person in public and then have them pull up behind me at izzy's school. or that she/he will be a parent in one of the girls classes next year...thus, making things very uncomfortable, not to mention the same parent would probably be on the board of the preschool and somehow my kiddos registration forms would end up "lost in the shuffle, oops, sorry try again next year".



on the brighter side my dear husband is home for hopefully the next month. this being said since jan. 15th the guy has driven somewhere around 4k miles. first, with his guys trip to terlingua, then within 2 days he left for n.o. only to drive back in the middle of the night to be home in time for our super bowl gathering, then left the following day to finish the job in fort stockton. once back from there i thought we were going to have a break but the following day while driving home from little gym/yoga jeff tells me he is in south dallas and headed back to n.o.....ok, seriously i was beginning to worry. not that we both have not worked alot of hours over the years. ** but, there is a difference in driving 8 to 10 hours a day like this plus jumping right into a job once there or home just seems like a slow suicide. it does look like jeff is home until mid march or so....and hopefully some where in that time he will rest.



**i do think the days when i would bartend at night not getting home to 3 or 4am to turn around and be at the ftw library by 9am were a whole lot easier than my now days of motherhood and answering the phone all day. i truly believe nothing is more tiring than mothering small children...rewarding but extremely body/brain draining.

and here it is.....wrapped up with a bow in a child's tale.

i do not usually post things of this nature and most of the time delete emails without reading them if it appears to be a story such as the one that follows. however, my mnl sent this so i was intrigued to read it....with a little chuckle in my throat and milk warming up in the back of my suv i decided to post this one for YOU!

THE TALE OF THE LITTLE RED HEN --

Who will help me plant my wheat?" asked the little red hen.

"Not I," said the cow.

"Not I," said the duck.

"Not I," said the pig.

"Not I," said the goose.

"Then I will do it by myself," said the little red hen, and so she did. She planted her crop, and the wheat grew very tall and ripened into golden grain.

"Who will help me reap my wheat?" asked the little red hen.

"Not I," said the duck..

"Out of my classification," said the pig.

"I'd lose my seniority," said the cow.

"I'd lose my unemployment compensation," said the goose. "

Then I will do it by myself," said the little red hen, and so she did. At last it came time to bake the bread.

"Who will help me bake the bread?" asked the little red hen.

"That would be overtime for me," said the cow.

"I'd lose my welfare benefits," said the duck.

"I'm a dropout and never learned how," said the pig.

"If I'm to be the only helper, that's discrimination," said the goose.

"Then I will do it by myself," said the little red hen.

She baked five loaves and held them up for all of her neighbors to see. They wanted some and, in fact, demanded a share.

But the little red hen said, "No, I shall eat all five loaves."

"Excess profits!" cried the cow. (Nancy Pelosi)

"Capitalist leech!" screamed the duck. (Barbara Boxer)

"I demand equal rights!" yelled the goose. (Jesse Jackson)

The pig just grunted in disdain. (Ted Kennedy)

And they all painted 'Unfair!' picket signs and marched around and around the little red hen, shouting obscenities..

Then the farmer (Obama) came. He said to the little red hen, "You must not be so greedy." "But I earned the bread," said the little red hen. "Exactly," said Barack the farmer. "That is what makes our free enterprise system so wonderful. Anyone in the barnyard can earn as much as he wants. But under our modern government regulations, the productive workers must divide the fruits of their labor with those who are lazy and idle.."

And they all lived happily ever after, including the little red hen, who smiled and clucked, "I am grateful, for now I truly understand."

But her neighbors became quite disappointed in her. She never again baked bread because she joined the 'party' and got her bread free.

And all the Democrats smiled. 'Fairness' had been established.

Individual initiative had died, but nobody noticed; perhaps no one cared..so long as there was free bread that 'the rich' were paying for.

EPILOGUE

Bill Clinton is getting $12 million for his memoirs. Hillary got $8 million for hers. That's $20 million for the memories from two people, who for eight years repeatedly testified, under oath, that t hey couldn't remember anything.



IS THIS A GREAT BARN YARD OR WHAT!?!