When you live in the middle of the sticks, you find enjoyment in the most unorthodox ways.
Tonight after having a huge blow up with hubby, I went outside to smoke. Normally he would notice me missing and come find me. Tonight he decided to sit it out for a few minutes. Fine by me really.
Then out of no where, I hear yelling. Now I only have two neighbors. And at times both sets can be very vocal. Anyways, I look around and it is coming from the semi sane folks. I lean back in my chair to get my ear in better ear shot. Yes I’m nosy.
I hear yelling, cussing and out of no where, I hear their crazy adult daughter start yelling Mommy. And when I say she’s crazy, she’s really crazy. But she also has a history of substance abuse. So I’m really thinking she was high as a kite. She was running around their yard like a young kid does when their Momma’s get after them with a switch.
So hubby comes outside in the middle of all the ruckus. I tell him to be quiet. The entertainment was in full swing. He sits down and joins in. All that was missing was the popcorn.
I know it’s really sad when I sit in on my neighbors arguments and problems. But when you live in such a remote place, you turn into this sad, pathetic person who (as long as no one is injured) enjoys it.
And if you think I’m bad with that, you should see me when a police car, an ambulance or firetruck goes by. OMG.
The Road Not Taken
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
This by far is one of my favorite poems. I remember having to learn it in high school. My teacher told us there was a meaning to the poem and we would not understand it fully until we were much older. She is so right.
I often think about my life and the two “roads” I could have taken. If I would have chosen the other path, there’s not telling where I would be in life. But I think this path I chose is right where I am supposed to be.
I have learned a lot about myself and the choices I have made in my life. I still have days where I question life. Life was gave to me. And slowly I’m learning not to question the unforeseen.
Same Ol’ Same Ol’
Hey!! It’s me again.
I realized I have let my blog go to the can. It’s not that I don’t wanna blog but I really just don’t have much to say these days. My life has became a rendition of Ground Hog Day. Same thing just a different day.
I’m pretty sure none of you want to hear about my new addiction Big Brother. I am so addicted to this show. I used to watch it all the time years ago and even had the live feeds. Or you don’t wanna hear that for the most part of the day, I just sit here.
Money as usual is super tight. I am focusing on getting the girls books for their school work. I still get tickled at peoples reaction when I tell them I’m homeschooling. Well, I don’t wanna ramble and bore you to death. Even I’m bored reading this.
Happy Birthday Old Fart
Dear Hubby,
Today marks a special day. Your mother gave birth to you 34 years ago. Wow, that’s three decades plus four. A quarter of a century plus 9. A century minus 66. ( And yes I did all that math in my head aren’t you proud of me! )
You are no longer that boy I fell in love with. Oh no, now you are the man that I adore. The days of being wild fell on the waist side of getting old (er). The lone gray hair that adorns your beard whispers pluck me in the middle of the night. Hank offered up wisdom when he said that the hangovers hurt more than they used to. The bones that creak and pop are just a friendly reminder of how much calcium needs to be ingested.
The spicy foods that was once loved now causes shits and heartburn. But there’s plenty of medicine for that.
Face it you old fart, your getting older. And as bad as I hate to admit it, in a few months I will be joining you. But until then, I get to crack jokes of how old you are.
Laying all jokes aside, Honey, I love you dearly and you have been the driving (because you’re older, sorry couldn’t resist) force in my life. I hope you have a very happy birthday and many many more.
Love Always,
Sassy
Excuse me….
It happened again today. Out of nowhere, I had this heaviness in my chest. It feels as though an elephant has parked his ginormous ass between my boobs.
But I have come to the conclusion that it is acid reflux. I have this tickle in the back of my throat and I’m burping like my husband. Those loud manly burps that he has begged me not to do in public.
It has occurred to me, I’m getting older. LOL. Spicy foods causes me to burp fire. That would be something to eat something spicy and burp and singe all of hubby’s hair off his head. Hahahahaha, I just had a mental picture of that. Goodness gracious great balls of fire… lmao.
For the majority of the day, I have been getting my lesson plan for the week down for Shorty. I do not have any text books yet, so I’m finding all kinds of goodies online. Maybe one day this weekend, I will gather up a post with some useful sites for homeschool parents.
Well, my new favorite show is coming on. I have became a PBS addict and I love Lydia’s Italy. Shorty and I watch it every single day. I’d give anything to be able to eat at her kitchen table one day. She’d have to kick me out.
It’s all good
I have found that our lives are much more peaceful these days. As of right now, it seems that the entire family is semi well balanced.
Since school started back last week, I get tickled at the looks I get when I go some place and have the girls.
Yesterday Jellybean had a follow up appointment with the Gyno. The receptionist asked if she needed a Dr’s excuse. I just smiled and said “No thank you”, then it dawned on her that we are homeschooling. She asked what time she wanted her next follow up to be and Jellybean told her afternoons because she had to get her work done during the morning hours. I just laughed.
I am finding out that I really do like my kids. Yes I have always loved them, but not always liked them, (if that makes sense). But I never took the time to get to know them on the level I am now.
I have realized that all three possess a very unique quality to them. Shorty, being 8 has that innocence about her. She said what’s on her mind (no matter how dumb it may sound) without thinking it through. For example, last week we were studying the 50 States. I asked her what state was to our East. She replies with East Carolina.
Wild Child reminds me a lot of myself at her age. I was withdrawn and preferred to stay by myself. She’s like that in a lot of ways, but is slowly coming out of her shell and opening up to the world around her. She is the joker of the bunch and loves to get a laugh out of people. Again at times she’s another who opens her mouth before thinking it through. It makes for a good giggle sometimes.
Jellybean… ah Jellybean. The model teenager. On bad days pissed off at the world. On good days, an angel with a crooked halo. I’m watching her evolve. Her maturity level is higher than it’s ever been, yet she still has this weakness about her. She’s more open with me and that’s a good thing.
And me? I’m still learning this mothering gig. Some days are better than others, but at the end of the day, it’s all good.
Hurts like a MOFO
Sometimes it just doesn’t pay me to get out of the bed.
I have had a headache since Thursday. Sometimes it has been worse than other times. Yesterday, I woke up with a pounding headache. So I go to the Dollar Store and get some generic Ibuprofen. After about an hour or so of taking it, I got this heaviness in my chest. I honestly thought I was having a heart attack. Funny thing was I took two Pepto Bismol pills (because I refuse to eat anything chalky) and I felt better.
So yesterday afternoon we decided to have a cookout with the family. I still had that heaviness in my chest and besides the thoughts of dying, I also thought that maybe I was coming down with a chest cold.
Now growing up my entire life, I have always taken a home made remedy (whiskey) to cure a chest cold. So I decided to kick back a few shots in hope of feeling better. Well after a bit, I did start to feel better. However because I’m not much of a drinker, I got wasted.
I do not remember the walk home. Apparently I decided to “camp” out on the trampoline and at some point fell asleep in front of the toilet. I digress.
I decided to crawl up on the couch and go to sleep, somehow I managed to roll right off the couch and smacked the coffee table. I have absolutely no recollection of this event.
So I get up this morning, feeling pretty good with the exception of that darned headache (not a hangover headache 
) and went to scratch my elbow and realized it hurt like a mother. I get up and go look in the mirror and this is what I see……..
It hurts. In fact my whole arm hurts.
So yeah. Because of my head hurting I decided to take 2 more Ibuprofen. Again the strange chest heaviness and my hands tingling. I am beginning to wonder if I may be allergic to something in it. I have had this migraine/splitting headache all day. I think it’s allergies, every Tom, Dick and Harry in the neighborhood has been mowing their grass. Maybe it will ease up, I’m tired of having a headache.
And here’s where the “I’m bored” continues.
Yesterday Public School started. All was well until after school time. Wild Child logged on to her Myspace account and seen where all of her friends started school. She informed me she didn’t want to be homeschooled that she missed all her friends.
Then after a bit, she decided that homeschooling isn’t that bad compared to what her friends told her. I think they are just bored because their schooling doesn’t officially start until September 8th. I myself couldn’t be more happier with my decision especially after reading our newspaper yesterday.
I’m going to omit some details but let’s just say it involved sex, drugs, alcohol and an adult at the school. Make sense? If not email me and I’ll give ya the scoop.
Now on to a question I have for you all. Do any of you know where I can find a free online curriculum? A good one that is free? I’m not cheap, just broke.
As of today, my girls are officially homeschoolers. Hmmmmmm.
Tomorrow though we have to go to their school and withdraw them. Oh joy. Umm, not really. I’m really dreading it in a way. I have a feeling the Elementary will make me cry. I’m thinking of just sending hubby in there to do the deed. I just hope he doesn’t make a scene in the middle school and get the law called on him. OMG wouldn’t that make for one heck of a redneck story.
I feel really good about our decision.
Oh, let me tell you. We have been having problems with our septic tank. Hubby decided we needed to call around and check on the prices of having it pumped out. OMG, I giggled like a school girl this morning. He called the first place and I thought I would have to call 911 on him. He hung up and started cussing like a sailor. They quoted him a price of $380 bucks. So he kept calling around, the cheapest we found was $225. But upon further inspection, the drain was clogged. To say the situation was a little shitty around here is an understatement. LOL. He decided to stick the water hose down the drain pipe to make sure it was flowing and I told him that if it backfired, he would literally be shitfaced. He did not find it as funny as I did. Oh well.
Well, that’s all folks. I took a Benadryl to knock me out tonight. I’m quite tired of staying up until 2 in the morning because I can’t sleep. Have a good one!!
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