Walking
Learning to let go isn’t that hard. Well not for me at least. I have started by letting the girls do (for the most part) ordinary things that I normally wouldn’t let them do.
For example, they have decided to get into the recycling cans for cash gig with their cousin. Normally I would not let them even think of walking the roads around here in fear of their safety. But for some unknown reason, I have realized that letting them get out and walk in the hood, has been a good thing. Not only are they recycling (even though they are being paid to do it), they are exercising and we are all getting somewhat of a break from each other.
So far I have let them go about 1/2 mile each way from the house, plus walk the subdivision my niece lives in. I’m learning that it’s okay to let them go even if it’s inch by inch.
On to other matters. We tried to contact the cover school for the girls today. No answer. Maybe better luck tomorrow. We figured we needed to get that ball rolling since public school starts back next Thursday. Shorty got a letter in the mail from her “would be” teacher. Sadly, we won’t be meeting her. I am pretty darn sure she’s a newbie. Lord help her with that wild bunch of 3rd graders.
Well, I think I’m gonna go force Wild Child to bed and I’m going to read a book. Have a great night everyone!!
Last night, I had an experience like no other. In my many years, I have never been brought to my knees by a horror movie. NEVER. Many times I laugh at the scenes that are so predictable such as the girl always falling while running for safety. But last night, I was scared shitless and out of my mind. To the point I did not go to sleep until the sun came up.
But what made this time different that any before? I watched it in 3-D. Alone. I watched My Bloody Valentine 3-D last night. And OMG, it freaked me out so bad. But I don’t think it was the movie itself. For the most part I thought it was pretty standard in the world of horror. However, watching it in 3-D gave it a whole new perspective that I have never experienced. Ammo coming at you. Body parts flying towards your face. And not to mention the use of a box of chocolates. I will NEVER be able to eat Valentine’s candy again. LOL
The 3-D factor was a great addition to the movie, even if it did scare the beejesus out of me. Within the first 10 minutes of the movie, my heart was already pounding and I thought I was on the verge of a heart attack. But I forged through.
I told hubby about how scared I was to sleep and that I waited until the sun came up to doze off. He just laughed at me and made a remark about how I can sit through anything. I just flipped him off. 
I really want to watch The Haunting in Connecticut. I seen the movie trailer for it last night and it looks really good. But I think I need to give my ticker time to recover from My Bloody Valentine before I attempt it. OMG, I have turned into my hubby.
I have a Crazy KID.
A while back I had read on the good old net that some countries were taking Red Bulls off the shelf because they supposedly contained trace amounts of cocaine in them.
After witnessing my 8 year old on Diet Pepsi tonight, I think someone needs to be investigating them for trace amounts of crazy in it.
For the last few minutes, I have been listening to her tromp through the house like a herd of Buffalo. All the while talking to herself and even at times, answering herself.
She said she was a Kangaroo, then said she was a Joey. Then I heard “I’m from the nuthouse” spew from her lips. All said while running in circles. She is constantly yabbering about something insane. I see a pretty white jacket with the buttons in the back for her.
She got so bad, I told her to sit her crackheaded ass (well not in those exact words) down before she jumped on my last good nerve. I will be so glad when 10 PM comes so I can send her to bed, if not I will have up for adoption one rowdy, crazy on Diet Pepsi, 8 year old. Oh and she likes chores, so …….
Ugh. I swear sometimes I absolutely loathe the internet. Why do some people have to be so condescending and so snide? I just simply asked a question. No need for everyone to get their panties in a wad. If you can’t say it nice, don’t say it at all right?
Anyways (had to get that off my chest). Tonight I think I’m gonna kick back and watch a movie. I borrowed My Bloody Valentine 3-D from my niece earlier. I can’t wait to watch it, but I have to wait until Shorty goes to bed. She’s watched a few with me, but I’m not sure about this one. Mainly just sequels (Saw movies) because they pretty much consist of the same story line just different people.
While I’m on a semi rant session, I need to vent about hubby for a second. I swear that man is driving me crazy. See we agreed at the beginning of summer to homeschool the girls. For various reasons. But because 2 of them are teens and have been PITA’s this summer, he has semi decided he doesn’t wanna homeschool. That he would rather relish his 7 hours of peace and quiet.
Now I won’t disagree that at times it’s a battle zone around here. And I will agree that the girls can get under my skin and make me wanna run away. But I feel in my heart that it’s the best decision we made. So I combated his wishes with the fact that he needs a hobby. If not, I’m sure that someone will not survive the first year of homeschooling. I can handle it. I am up for the challenge. Him on the other hand may hinder my process.
Did anyone else face this problem with homeschooling? How did you handle your spouse? Can I just strangle him now and get it over with?
Did I do that?
You know the day is gonna be pretty damn bad when you can’t even get up out of the bed.
This morning that was me. A 120 something pound woman trapped in her bed. I don’t know why my body continues to torture me. I was laying back there and around 10 hubby came in to the room for something. He thought I was sleeping but nope, I was just laying there because my lower extremities were not functioning.
About 2 inches above my hips were stuck. Every time I moved it would hurt like hell. So I just laid there. When he came through I asked him to please help me up. That was such a sight. Painful yet pitiful all at the same time.
I came in the living room and attempted to sit up on the couch. That too was painful. It dawned on me that I was screwed, laying was painful and so was sitting. So I had this hairbrained idea to go outside and walk it off.
That just made me look like an old lady sneaking around the yard. And to top it off, I couldn’t reach the top of my head (were my very messy ponytail rested) and I could only imagine that I looked like a Cracked Out Cabbage Patch Kid. But in my endeavors, I decided to smoke a half a cigarette I had in the truck since I couldn’t make it back up the stairs. Somehow, I managed to set my eyelids ablaze and singed several of my eyelashes off. I still am baffled by that one as I had my glasses on.
After crying, popping some Advil and trying to get situated, I decided to go crawl in the tub. And I mean literally crawl over in the tub. I ran it full and just laid there. That seemed to have helped for a while. Then I try to get out only to resemble a beached whale (an anorexic one) trying to make it back into the ocean. Sad sight indeed.
After resting for the majority of the day, I decided I wanted to cook supper. I was starving to death and had it in my mind to cook some Chicken and Dumplings for the first time. I did not put a dumpling in my mouth as the thought of something soggy gags me, but the rest of it was very delicious. However I managed to get my back hurting again.
So with the events of the day hopefully behind me (though I highly doubt it), I’m going to head to bed. Maybe I will at least be able to wiggle my way out of bed without any assistance in the morning. If not, I may just lay there.
Could not ask for more
Well, I have been thinking about my departure. I have decided to stay however just not full time. I will be writing from time to time. Just not every day.
I started this blog with the intentions to vent. To get out of my system years of pent up frustrations and emotions. To come face to face with my inner self.
It took a while, but I did it.
Now instead of walking backwards, I’m running forward. It’s a great feeling.
My real life is amazing. I’m more perceptive of my surroundings and enjoy just taking the time to stop and smell the roses.
My relationship with the girls has grown tremendously. At one time I spent so much time online, they made snide comments or smart ass remarks. They grew distant and really didn’t want anything to do with me. That all has changed. We are forming a beautiful bond and I couldn’t ask for more.
Bored out of my ever loving mind
There’s nothing more sad than staring sheer boredom in the face. I have been staring at it all dang day. And the sad part about the day is, it’s only 9:30.
Today I managed to read half a book. Not a little book, but a fairly decent size one. And done it in a time frame of about 3 hours. How sad is that?
Tonight, I’m contemplating on some chocolate mint pudding. I found that yummy goodness in the grocery store. I love it. But then again, I love anything (just about) chocolate, and mint is just the sugar on top for me.
Today my body has felt offish. My right calf muscle is sore. My left shoulder is hurting. And my neck is a little stiff. I’m not quite sure what I done, but it had to have happened in my sleep because I can’t recall doing anything too risky yesterday. Heck, I just stood around and bossed people, that’s what I do best.
Anyways, I’m going to drown my sorrows in chocolate? Anybody want some?
Today we got a new addition to the family.
It’s about 7 foot tall. It’s red, white and blue.
It weighs a little over 700 lbs.
And it has a shoot on the bottom end.
It’s a Pepsi Machine
So now you are probably wondering what possessed us to buy a coke machine. Well, you see on the weekends when we are hanging out, we are always buying tons of drinks (mostly chasers), then the kids get a hold of them and drink them. So we decided to just buy a machine, stock it and go from there. Makes sense to me.
My back is killing me from the days events. But at least it’s ours and it’s paid for. Heck we only gave $100 for it. Not bad if you ask me.
To stay or go that is the question.
That decision has been weighing on my mind a lot lately. Am I ready to give up blogging for a while? A part of me says yes. A part of me says no. A part of me says just take a month off and take it from there. A part of me says you have blogged for so long why quit now?
To be honest with you, I have discovered a life outside of my house. And a part of me is burned out by the whole internet. I started blogging back in 2004 or 2005, I can’t really remember because I, by accident, deleted my first blog that I had had for over a year. Yeah real genius there.
Then I got into the whole paid blogging bit. Hey I won’t lie I made good money at it. I supported my family when we were waiting on hubby’s disability to go through. I would sit here for 16 plus hours a day trying to make a dollar. After he was approved, I slacked off and started trying to enjoy blogging.
But now, I’m at a loss of words. I’m sure you all don’t wanna hear about my kids being teens or having an 8 year old. Everything is alright in my life, so I don’t have that crutch to bitch about any more. And now I’m fixing to embark on homeschooling the girls. I’m pretty sure it will take up my time with homeschooling all three of them.
I just don’t know what I want to do. I think I just need to think about it some more.
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