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Thursday, March 22, 2012

I Can't Be the Only One

Why do I come home everyday and look in my fridge and the pantry to see if a tasty snack will just magically appear?


It's insanity, you know.  Doing the same thing, over and over and over, expecting something different.  But I do this, literally, every day.  


Which is really crazy, because I do the grocery shopping.  Why don't I remember tasty snacks while I am at the grocery?  I can grow most of what I like to eat with the exception of chocolate, beer, tortilla chips, Goldfish crackers, etc.  It's like every time I go to the grocery I'm on some stupid health kick.  It doesn't help that I am literally the only one in this house that really snacks.  The boy doesn't snack, because he is trying to get a 6-pack.  At 15, this consumes pretty much every free moment the kid has.


No joke, the other night we were all watching a movie and we paused it for some reason, he stands up, stands in front of the TV, and he says:
"Dude, do you see my 6-pack?"
"What?!"
"Can you see my 6-pack?"
"Uh, no.  Should I be able to see it?"
"Well, we just aren't in the right lighting."


I expect to hear about lighting only when celebrities or photographers are involved.  Not from a 15-year-old.  What has my life come to when this is the most exciting thing that happens to me on a Saturday?  I don't dare say night because I haven't seen the other side of midnight in at least 3 years.  Maybe longer.  


The things that happen in this house at times should be taped.  Monday evening I was coming out to the mud room to fold clothes and the kid jumped out at me in his track uniform...at 8 o'clock at night.


"What. Are. You. Doing?"
"You can't break in a track suit."
"You totally can."
"Whatever."
"Dude, I look so fast!"



And last night, because he thinks I'm a loser out of touch with reality, he does what he calls a "dance".  He looked more like Rain Man about to throw a tantrum because he was going to miss People's Court.  As I laughed maniacally, he told me it was a dance, and that I could Google it.  So I did.  And here is this to waste 2:18 of your lives.


I'll be damned.  The world IS coming to an end. :)

Sunday, March 18, 2012

I'm An Idiot

I had lots of comments, and hit 'delete' accidentally instead of 'publish'.  I am sorry, but I did read them.  I have a good excuse...I made rolls and cinnamon butter and was eating some when I almost dropped the roll and 'CLICK'.  If it helps I saved the roll.  They are so good I'd probably drop a baby before I drop this roll.  That's a joke, but lets not test it.


I hope everyone had a good St. Paddy's day.  IU won, so I did.  I was worried earlier when no one had posted on Facebook that some people went to jail, but they are starting to post now complaining about their hangovers.  I like to call New Year's Eve and St. Paddy's Day "amateur night" for a reason... people that never drink go out and drink more than even I should and then wonder why they are praying for death the next day.  They drink Gatorade and eat eggs and wonder why they still feel like they may be dying, when all they need to do is start drinking again and they will be good as new.  Forget propriety, you haven't seen the idiotic pictures you posted on Facebook at 2 a.m., but I have, so trust me, go ahead and crack a beer.


I did get up and mow first thing because it looked like rain.  So essentially after killing ourselves to cross tasks of a list yesterday, I am pretty much done with what I needed  am going to do today.


Wood planted some potatoes, but I am waiting on our onion sets that should come in Monday.  In January over-eagerness, I may or may not have ordered the equivalent of enough onions to feed the entire state.  For as intelligent as I am, simple math escapes me at times.  Hopefully I'll plant some carrots and spinach this week, too.


Has anyone seen the movie, The Eagle  ?  Don't.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

St. Patrick's Day



I love this holiday, but when you live out in BFE, you can't just catch a cab home after too much green beer.  And, I'm a huge Flogging Molly fan and these rednecks (I am using it as a word of endearment, as I am married to one)  don't have any taste in music for the most part unless it rhymes with Garth Brooks or Lynyrd Skynyrd.  It seems ridiculous to me to listen to rap any day, but especially on St. Patty's day, and the nearest "club" is actually an old bar in what used to be a Ramada, which now has a huge yellow plastic sign with a diamond on it that says "Anderson Inn."  As though a big diamond will make the dump anymore appealing.

I have big plans to take Woody to Ireland.  Big plans, low budget.  But we'll get there.  We may be on ventilators and have 24-hour nursing care, but by God, we are going.

It's not that I am antisocial, but I am exhausted.  After cleaning out the coop and all the other work we've done, I'm content to just sit here and type this and drink this beer.  Yes, I know that is a run-on sentence, and no, I haven't drank that much.

And IU plays at seven.  I'd like to see our boys win, even if it is with one eye...

And as with anyone in this type of life, there is always something to be done tomorrow that requires energy and not to be sweating out Guinness as you are trying to do it.  And if we were to go out, I will drink too much, eat Burger King at three in the morning, and do nothing tomorrow but drink coffee, take Tylenol, and watch the History Channel.

Am I just getting older, or is the History Channel getting more interesting?

I'm just checking to see

I'm just checking to see if this works from my phone.

What's Going On Today....

We have been blessed with 70-degree days for over a week, and according to the forecast near 80's all this coming week.


Today, we are going to till up most of the gardens and clean the chicken coop.


It really needs it.


And the yard needs mowed before I have to put a flag on the back of Petey's back so I don't lose him.


We have some onions and potatoes to plant, I have some paintings to hopefully finish for people, a cross stitch to work on for someone's baby shower, and Lord knows there are weeds to pull, branches to pick up, and leaves to burn.


And you don't know how tempted I am to put this off for another day and go fishing...

Monday, March 5, 2012

Well...

I have been really, really busy.


I sent out Alex Stewart to the first commenter about 2 weeks ago, so as soon as they are finished, they will send it to the next commenter.


A lot of things have been going on lately, and I have been very busy helping my mom plan a baby shower. We have also been planning a trip as well, which is exciting.  Later this year when I have a more definite picture, I'll post about what we are doing.


I've also been planning something big for our wedding anniversary next year as well, which is difficult because I tell my husband everything and this is a big surprise.  It's only our 5 year anniversary, but it's been a rough, long five years due to things outside of our control.  And he is an awesome father and husband, and is the most selfless person I have ever met, so he definitely deserves a big surprise.


Here in Indiana February went out with 60-70 degree days, but March brought 25-35 degree temps, snow and ice.  I really spoke too soon when I said spring was on it's way in.  I am just so ready to get everything planted and cleaned up from the winter.


We are still struggling to train Petey.  He is a terror one minute, and is the most cuddly puppy ever the next.  Boston's were bred as fighting dogs, so the techniques you would use on a regular dog just don't work on him.  We are trying, though.


Well, that's all for now.  Hope all is well with all of you!