mom gone mia

It has been a bad week all the way around the wonderful world of mom. It started with me asking the kids to do something and them saying "no" which went over like a lead balloon. A massive blow up later I was officially the meanest most hated mom in the world.

I am considering sending them to live with their father...a fate worse than death I'm sure. But while fighting the urge to kill them myscelf I fear he would not have the same restraint so I did the next best thing, I asked my parents to take them for awhile.

I wonder how lolng it will be before I miss them and am no longer considered the meanest mom ever.

the final good-bye

Dear Army Man,

The box arrived a week after you died and shook me to the core. I cried just looking at it, eager to open it yet afraid of what I would find inside. Your letter filled my heart with joy and then shattered it. Yes, I would have given us the second chance you asked for. The necklace, earrings and ring are beautiful, I wore them to your memorial service.

I received the last letter Thursday. Yes, I am angry, sad, and hurt...you were right about all those things. More than that I feel cheated - we had so much to look forward to. Your death hit me harder than I ever could have imagined and you have touched me in ways I can't put into words. Once the pain of losing you subsides I will try to do what you asked, you will be in my heart forever.

Love always,
Country Girl

Crapadoodle - I forgot how COLD it gets here!!!

It has been cold, frigid, freezing here this past week - seriously the temp Friday morning was 23F.

I have rediscovered that I do NOT like the cold. It hasn't even snowed yet and I'm dreading the day the white stuff arrives and people here are talking about feet of the stuff, not inches like I'm used to but feet in the double-digits.

I admit, I like having a white Christmas, I'm just not so crazy about the idea of solid white from mid-November to mid-March or later.

Now, my parents who wanted to be closer to the kids and have me move back to help out, etc...are now talking about going to Arizona for the next 4 months. Yup, con me into moving back to help out through harvest and stuff and now bailing on me during the coldest, crappiest months of the year. Not that I blame them cuz if I could I would in a nanosecond and their house in Arizona is really really nice.

It is 2.5 miles from the garage to the highway...I now have to learn how to scoop snow (with a tractor not a shovel) and/or beg my neighbors to take pity on me.

Aunt Crazy, I need to move SOUTH!!!

how far is too far to drive for work???

So, I live really close to the county line and I work 40 miles away in another county.

This is Wednesday...the day all the county newspapers are delivered. There are help wanted ads in both county papers one for an office manager at the hospital and one for an office manager/legal secretary for the county prosecutor's office. I am tempted to apply for BOTH positions because one is 10 miles and the other 12 miles away from my house.

I love my job but...winter is coming fast and the thought of driving 40 miles one way to work in nasty weather just does not appeal to me. I know that I will excel at whatever I do...I would just really like to be closer to home sometimes.

Ugh!!! decisions decisions decisions...

bowling is not cheap

My dad sponsors a bowling team and for some odd reason I volunteered to sub "as needed" this year. So far I've bowled 3 weeks out of 6...for the same person. What made me do this I am not sure as in the past 24 years I had bowled ONCE...2 years ago. But the thought of socializing with people other than my kids and parents was just too appealing to pass up.

So week 1 I can't find a ball that fits my hand that isn't too heavy. I had 2 games in the double digits and finally hit a 145 in the last game...but the first two games were so bad that my average is in the double digits...which the rest of the team assures me is okay as they always have to give the other team pins and me having a low average helps...uhm...not buying it but okay. Oh...and did I mention that the bowling alley shoes freak me out??

The day of week 2 I decide that I need to go to the "pro shop" during my generous 30 minute lunch break. In 10 minutes I selected my bowling ball and a comfy pair of bowling shoes. The decisions weren't that hard as I asked what do you have in stock, getting sized for the drilling of the holes took the longest. At the end of the day I went back and picked up my pretty pink bowling ball, shoes, and bag. That night I was able to bring my average up a whopping 2 pins...a miracle considering my fingers swelled and the ball got stuck on my thumb more than once. OUCH!! The next day I went back and got that problem fixed.

In preparation for week 3 I decided to take the kids bowling last Friday night since I needed to practice. Mistake 1 was not eating before we went. Mistake 2 was not asking for the cheapest way to bowl...dropped the week's grocery budget at the bowling alley - YIKES! Three kids/3 games and 5 games for me...that's a total of 14 games at $2.50 each - NOT cheap!!! However my pretty pink bowling ball and my wrist brace and I are getting along famously.

Week 3 was tonight and I forgot my brace at work and still managed to be in triple digits 2 games out of 3. I also managed to find a spot on the floor that did not allow my foot to slide and I almost did a face plant, which I am sure looked oh so graceful and I am now really looking forward to seeing my chiropractor in the morning.

Can't wait til next week...

time will heal a broken heart

I'm throwing myself into anything and everything I can to take my mind off Army Man. I received the box Saturday and I have not been able to bring myself to open it. Maybe next weekend...we'll see.

I finally told the kids that a friend had died and I was really really sad. I need them to be less argumentative and more helpful. They are a little more understanding and hopefully they will be more willing to help me with things.

I can't think of what might have been, what will never be - I have to concentrate on my kids. I know that only time will heal my heart - I just need to take it one day at a time.

Nothing feels better than cuddling with my kids these days. 

home alone for the first time in months...

wow...I had forgotten what being alone felt like. Peaceful that would be the word.

Ladybug is spending the night with a friend so I had a date tonight with my #1 man...Hunter Boy. We went and got his haircut (school pics Wednesday), bought new work and snow boots for him and 3 pairs of shoes and a purse for me (love BOGO), and ate out.

On the way home my dad called and I turned into the farm taxi...which worked out great since Hunter boy is working with him tomorrow. Hunter Boy packed a quick bag of work clothes and I drove them both to the pickup and said good night and woo hoo!! I'm home alone!

So far tonight I've fed the dogs and the cat, swapped out my purses, and watched Lost in Austen. Currently watching Nim's Island as I blog.

Times like these do not come often and I'm really really enjoying it.

words/phrases to remove from my vocabulary indefinately

War - Death - Visitation - Wake - Funeral - Dying - Cancer - Too Late - Nothing We Can Do

August and September and October to date have been brutally hard on my heart.

A dear friend lost her 15 yr old son in a motocross accident; another lost her step-dad; two others were diagnosed with cancer; and most recently Army Man lost his life serving our Country.

So I'm driving to work Tuesday just mindin my own and my cell phone rings. Don't recognize the number so I blow it off. Two seconds later it rings again...and then a third time so I finally answer. It was Army Mom calling to tell me that her #4 son and my 2nd "true love" had been killed in Afghanistan. I pulled over to the side of the road and cried in my car while Army Mom gave me the details.

I ran into Army Man while he was home on leave at the end of July and the kids and I went to the big BBQ. It was great to see and reconnect with his family and tons of mutual frients. Army Man and Hunter Boy really hit it off - so much so that a promise was made that now will not be kept...he promised Hunter Boy that he would teach him to shoot and take him hunting after he got back. Army Man was on his last tour and was going to retire instead of re-upping.

I get home Tuesday night and open my email and got the shock of my life when an email from Army Man popped up. He told me that things had been heating up where he was and he was looking forward to getting back to the farm and the quiet life. He had gotten the care package I sent and there were enough cookies for all his guys to have two. Lady Bug's drawings and cards were passed out and some of the guys added notes to her in the letter he sent. He said he looked forward to catching up and hanging out when he got home. (Okay this means that sometime in the near future I will be getting a letter from him - give me strength)

We have all been waiting for Army Man to come home...just never expected it to be in a coffin with a flag. :~o(

So, I'm 16 shades of blue with 10 shades of Irish temper red thrown in for sparks cuz without the Irish I'd be curled up in a corner with my head in the sand. I'm angry and so very very sad, the pain just takes my breathe away right now.

If God never gives you more than you can handle, I sure wish he didn't have so much faith in me because it HURTS!!!

I am strong and I will get through this, I am just not ready to "put on the big girl panties" and get on with life. It doesn't seem right, so I think I'll wallow awhile...

Things I can't (don't want to) live without

Central Air - window units suck
Basement - the cave is not an option I will take my changes and drive to a neighbor's
Cable/Satellite TV - need more than public TV to watch
High Speed internet
Leather furniture - much easier to clean




Hiring movers instead of family

Who know having a bed to sleep in would be such a HUGE accomplishment?

Who knew that having a bed to sleep in would be such a HUGE accomplishment?!?

After spending the last month sleeping on the couch at my brother's and then on the couch here at the house I FINALLY got my bed set up. I can't find my curtains or my bed skirt, the bottom sheet was shredded on one end and I have no clue where the rest of the bedding/pillows are but I don't care...I have a comfy bed to sleep in!

The weather was great last weekend and I had all the windows open which was a huge plus and cut the drying time of the carpet in Hunter Boy's room in half. His bed is up and one of his dressers is in...just wish the clothes were put away.

Ladybug's room is next on the hit list. The carpet is horrid...green and gold shag from the 70s...and I would like to pull it this weekend and replace it with something neutral and easily cleaned. Once I decide what to do with it I am hoping to have it accomplished within the week so I can get her bed and dressers in.

I am tired of looking at the sea of yellow bags full of clothes in the living room and can't wait for the dressers to be in and the clothes bar hung in Hunter Boy's room so they will disappear.

What a huge task...I am so not liking the thought of moving ever again...but I am already making my "must have" list.

Puttin on my "big girl panties" and movin on

Well, life has a way of handing me lemons these days and it would be so easy to wallow but I choose to float in lemonade instead.

Farm Boy has gone silent...don't know what the fuck is up with him and I am NOT going to turn into a stalker to find out...though the thought is tempting. He was a bit pissy that I was going on vacation with the girls but my plans were made MONTHS before we got back together and if he can't handle my "me time" then fuck him!

I had a great time with the girls and the mindless nothingness of vacation was fantabulous! Getting tossed into a concrete bridge support and pinned my both my tube and the beer tube was not so fun. Many Many Many thanks to the 3 boys who untangled the tubes and returned them to me so I could get back in my tube and float to back to the group. They were asking about me...but was it me or the beer they were worried about...hmmmm not sure I want to know the answer to that one. hahahahaha

Hello...finally back on-line

Woo Hoo! I have an air card...talk about jonesing for the internet...YIKES!

Still not moved into the house...but...progress is being made. The back porch is 1/2 cleaned out and the freezer is "in place" and the new water heater is in...but not connected. *sigh* The carpet is going down Thursday.

The new job is going great. I've been eased into it and have most of the easy stuff done. The hard stuff starts tomorrow. Woo Hoo!

Will try to post a bit more...about Farm Boy later...too many kids around.

My head is spinning...what did I get myself into?

Within the past 4 days I've gotten engaged, accepted a job, and am somehow going to be moving in less that 2 weeks.

Reality set in about 9:00 last night and I had a major freak out panic attack.

Farm Boy...love him to death...can't wait to see him more...there is something to be said for cuddling in the porch swing in the rain.

Hunter Boy & Lady Bug are excited and freaked out all at the same time.

The Ex and Step-mom are freaked...I personally don't see what the big deal is. They don't see the kids during the week anyway and don't even talk to them every day. The only difference is that they won't be 15 minutes away and easily accessible.

City Girl is moving out!!! She's at her parents getting ready to have surgery (bartholin cyst - google it and you will understand 1) how gross it is and 2) why I am so happy to have her out of my house)...after recovery she will be in St. Joe with Slimeball.

I am going to have to take vacation time like it or not next week!

My head is spinning...which is okay as long as it stays attached!

Oh...and I still get to go to the river with the rest of the bitches!! Yay!!!

Loaded for bear and ready to shoot someone!

To say that I am pissed would be an understatement. I am trying very hard to keep my children, my house guest, and my co-workers alive...when I say I am not in the mood just leave me alone. Don't try to cheer me up, distract me, find out what is wrong...Just Leave Me Alone. Seriously JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!

What irritated me to the point that I am ready to kill someone?

First, there's someone at work who does not want to follow the rules, he wants to whine, argue, throw a fit, complain and then pout when he doesn't get his way...he's a great roll model for his 2-year old daughter. Because he didn't follow the rules for the email conversion he has now "misplaced" a ginormous archive file. Now the boasted that he had it saved 16 different places yet, after getting a new computer want me to "find" it for him. I am having a hard time not telling him to KMA! I am sick of all the snide remarks and shitty comments...if he would have done what was asked the file would still be on the network, not "lost" and he wouldn't have anything to complain about.

Second, there's Hunter Boy who is telling me that he has all his homework done and turned in when his teacher is telling me he hasn't turned in an assignment for 2 weeks...not since POS announced that he and the GF are getting hitched. Hmmm think it is related?? Oh...and , since I am pissed to the point of super bitch mode, he NEEDS to cuddle tonight. I am ready to kill him and he wants to flippin cuddle...seriously WTH is it with the male species...piss her off then cuddle and it will be okay.

Third there's The Dad, love him to death but don't like him much at the moment. Thinks The Mom is using her health issues as an "excuse" to be lazy and do nothing. She is in PAIN and can't hardly move and he thinks she's faking it to get out of working. WTF?!?!?! I am ready to kick his ass...Lil' Bro and I are fighting to see who is gonna get to it first.

Fourth is that lovely, kind, caring and oh so nice POS that I was married to. He yells at me if the kids don't answer their phones, as if I have control over the fact that they don't want to talk to him. They like the GF...soon to be wife. I don't get how he does not have the funds to pay 1/2 the medical expenses, activity fees, school fees, etc. but he has the funds to buy a 2 carat engagement ring for his GF. While I am happy for them and do appreciate them changing the date so they aren't getting married on my birthday, I do not want or need to be involved in the ceremony.

Fifth on my list is Town Girl...WTF are you doing?!?! You JUST told SJ Dude that you would date him exclusively, why are you back on the dating sites and planning a date with someone else tomorrow? When he busts your ass again don't come crying to me...you will get no more sympathy from me.

Sixth... I was supposed to work from 8 - 6:30 today and then go to class. Instead I worked from 8 - 8 and missed class. Not happy about this.

Okay...time to close the rant. I could go on, but Farm Boy is supposed to be calling in 10 minutes and I told Hunter Boy I would tuck him in.

Night...pray that I am not feeling this bitchy in the morning.

Watch out Farm Boy...I just may be moving home

Was told about a job in a neighboring town (back home) and looked it up in the local paper. I responded asking for the information. Didn't hear back so thought it was already filled...I was surprised to find the job description and application in my email Friday night. The job description is right up my alley and it "appears" like it would be the perfect job.

So...I've emailed my application and am waiting not so patiently to hear something back.

Asked Farm Boy what he would do if he came home and found a frog (nickname of the car) in his driveway. Said it would take some getting used to but would be a good thing.

Draw backs...my GFs are in the City...*sigh*

I need a vacation...or maybe just more Smirnoff

Friday
Friday night I drove 250 miles to help my mother clean house. She has health issues and company coming in 3 weeks and her house looks like my kids live there. The Friday night drive was a lovely one through fog and rain and tornado warnings. Hunter Boy and Ladybug slept the majority of the way and I talked to Farm Boy.

While I was driving in the lovely weather Lil Bro was drinking mucho amounts of alcohol. So much so that he rented the alcohol and didn't remember calling and talking to me for an hour or promising to go trucking to Minnesota with Farm Boy on Saturday.

Saturday
Woke up early and went for breakfast and garage saling. Came home and we dusted, vaccummed, did dishes, and picked up and the house looked great...then she opened the door to the spare bedroom. OMFG the shit was was piled as high as I am tall. Now I know I'm short, but a 12'x12' room with shit piled 5'1" deep with just enough open space to open the door is damn overwhelming. Temper held firmly in check (aided by the knowledge that I was going to be drinking with my bro later than evening) we started hauling shit out. Two trips and she needed to "take a quick break" and I kept working...an hour later I had 98% of the room cleared out and she was still on her break (yeah yeah just call me Sucker). The 5'1" pile of shit was now a 2" high 3" wide pile of shit that stretched the length of the living and dining rooms. At this point I am thinking I am done...but nooooo we still have the closet to clean out. I never realized how tall the ceilings are in her house until I was on the top of a damn ladder (and yes I am really skeered of heights and ladders) pulling heavy ass boxes off the top shelf wondering how the hell she got them up there. The kicker was the last box off the lowest shelf...who knew that you could jam 200 pounds into a shoe box!!! I sure as hell didn't and whatever was in the little sucker caught me off guard when it shifted and I lost my balance and did a graceful wipe out off the ladder. did mom ask if I was okay...nooo...I believe her comment was "at least you only fell 4 feet" uhm...4 feet is a really long way when your head starts 9' off the ground. Needless to say, I hurt and have bruises in places I didn't know could hurt or bruise.

Somewhere in the midst of this Farm Boy called and said that he went to Minnesota early and was home so Lil Bro was off the hook. At this point Farm Boy had been awake since 3:00 a.m. Friday morning and was exhausted...yes, this was Saturday afternoon and yes he is insane and yes I called his daughter and ratted him out.

The family went out to eat to celebrate Hunter Boy's birthday and then Lil Bro and I went bar hopping. I was the heavy drinker drinking 2 to his 1. Tells you that 1) he had not recovered from the night before and 2) I was pissed.

Sunday
I was hurting so bad that Lil Bro had to come in and help me pack the car. We left early so that I could stop every now and then to walk around the car in hopes that the muscle spasms would go away. The normal 5 hour drive took 8.

8 hours in the car with 2 kids...I now know why animals eat their young.

Had the pleasure of talking to the fucking piece of shit formerly referred to as pond scum, aka the exhusband. He was pissed because the kids didn't answer their phones this weekend. Hunter Boy left his at home and Ladybug had hers but it was in her backpack. So does he call my phone to talk to them...nooo, he calls to yell at me because they don't answer their phones. WTF they don't answer me when I call and I pay for the damn things...WTF does he think he is to call and yell at me...and then the mofo wonders why I don't answer when he calls.

Monday
Don't even ask me what I did at work yesterday...I do not remember. I do remember buying a puppy on Farmville; the kids having 2 hours of TaeKwanDo aka 2 hours of momma time with Smirnoff.

Bottom line...Momma ain't happy so shut the fuck up and get the hell out of my personal space.

Seriously...I mean SERIOUSLY!

Hunter Boy & Ladybug...what's a mom to do?
Monday was Hunter Boy's 11th birthday. Ladybug starts the day by telling him that she hates him and hopes he has the worst birthday ever. Seriously...not a fun way to start the day. Ended up picking Hunter Boy up and the 2 of us celebrated between school and TKD. Ladybug couldn't understand why she didn't get to go...seriously. Jealousy does not become her. GRR...


Farm Boy...what's a country girl to do?
Farm Boy spends ALL weekend talking to me says the "L" word and the "M" word in the same sentence EVERY conversation and goes from calling me sweetheart to wifey (which freaks me the hell out) and I tell him that we'll have to table talk about the "M" word until the next time we are together as that is not a discussion for the telephone. Which he said he was okay with.

Sunday he asks me to go on vacation with him the 3rd weekend in July...and gets pissy when I tell him I can go ANY weekend EXCEPT that one. The river trip was booked & paid for LONG before we reconnected and, since this is the ONLY thing that I do just for me, I am NOT changing my plans. Any other weekend I can make it happen...just NOT that one this year (or any other year for that matter). Was growly but said he would see if he could change up the weekends.

Sunday was also the day I "met" his daughter. Lil Farm Girl, made him take a nap the other night and while she was driving the tractor went through his phone and got my number. She called and talked for 2 hours Sunday...said she wanted to know why he was on the phone and smiling so much...so much for keeping it quiet with HIS ginormous family.

Fast forward to today...get a call from my mom asking for help this weekend. Dad's gotten her Irish up and she's overdone it and is now feelin' poorly with too much to do and not enough time. Since it is supposed to rain Friday-Sunday she was hoping we could head north for the weekend.

Hmmm...rain Friday-Sunday means Farm Boy won't be in the field either. I call this morning on the way to work expecting voicemail and get "good morning wifey" which was nice. Tell him I was just calling to let him know that we will be north this weekend to help mom out and he freaks out. I mean SERIOUSLY freaks out. I said "luv u. gotta go, have a nice f'n day. bye." and hung up.

Say what you mean and mean what you say or don't say nothing at all!!!

WTF Friday

Crackberry - WTF happened to make you purge all your contacts and send me into a tizzy? You KNOW I can't survive without you...why would you do this to me?


New Trashman - I heart you today - you were nice and only laughed at me a little when I raced out of the house in my PJs to give you the trash. Thank you for waiting for me! Don't know WTF happened to the last one, but I like you WAY better!!


Crackberry Support Person 7 - WTF was wrong with people 1-6 that made me totally wipe my Crackberry when all YOU needed to do was simply change one tiny setting. I heart you for fixing the problem and hooking me up with some really cool apps.


PS - WTF do you NOT know how to tell time?? SERIOUSLY!! 6:00 means 6:00 NOT 7:30. I have plans and am now late thanks to you!! Again...WTF?!?!


Little Bro - WTF you call me this morning to tell me you will be in town tonight and we plan to meet for dinner then you drove through without stopping or calling?!?!?! Had I not called to tell you that PS was running late would you ever have called me?


Town Girl - OMFG WTF did we do? We're gonna see Tim McGraw!!! This is gonna be an awesome b-day weekend!!!


Farm Boy - WTF you called me during daylight hours just to see if I was ok. You were the last number dialed and I'm sorry that my purse did its version of the butt dial calling and hanging up multiple times. I promise I will remember to lock the keypad so I don't freak you out again. I heart you for calling and for the fact that when I got off the phone everyone wanted to know what was so funny.

Dear Woodpecker:

I hate you! STOP TRYING TO GET INTO MY HOUSE! If by some chance you succeed, you will NOT receive a warm welcome. If the cat doesn't get you and the dog will try. If the dog doesn't get you I will. I have a tennis racket and I know how to use it!

Go away!!!
Country Girl



Dear Oak Trees:

We have loved watching you and the animals you provide homes for. I know you are two of the original 7 in the 7 Oaks Subdivision but you are not leafing out this year and I know you need to be cut down. I'm working this into my budget, however, if you feel the need to fall down beforehand...please take out my house and not the neighbors. I could really use a new kitchen and fireplace and don't want my neighbors mad at me.

You will be missed. Love,
Country Girl, Hunter Boy and Ladybug



Dear Trash Man:

Thank you for never arriving at the same time each week, it really makes getting the trash out on time an adventure. While I really appreciate what you do, if you run over my trash can one more time I will make sorry...I have cat litter AND dog poop that I don't HAVE to double bag for you. bwahahahaha

Don't piss me off,
Country Girl



Dear Fellow Texas Bitches:

This trip to the store is taking way too long - I can't wait to get back to the house.

Miss you all,
Country Girl

April 15...what a day...

Known as Tax Day to some...to me it is more about the life changes that came at me more quickly than I had anticipated. In 1999 this was the day the doctor told me "we're having a baby on Monday" and I freaked out because Hunter Boy was not due until May 17th.

This morning Hunter Boy woke me up to let me know that there's only 4 more days until his birthday and I freaked out because I am not ready for Hunter Boy to have a party at the house next weekend.

I have spent the last 30 minutes focusing on my to do list and figuring out an orderly plan of attack for handling both a garage sale and a house full of 11 year old boys at the same time. Yes, top of the list is lots of Green Apple Bite Smirnoff Ice.

Oh...just so you know...Tax Day for me is the day that I get that last W2 and can FINALLY finish and file my return...usually the first week in February. ;o)

Thoughts From a Crackberry Addict

Hi, my name is Country Girl and I am a Crackberry addict.

Though I am not crazy about your touch pad at times I do treasure your blinking light which tells me when you need me to give you attention.

You have proven invaluable when a unique photo op presents itself and you are fast replacing the trusty digital camera. You did an excellent job last weekend and I thank you.

While I refuse to hook you up to my work email (though I would if the company would pick up the bill) your bluetooth syncs my calendar and contacts and helps keep me organized, in touch, and where I need to be on time. Thank you for working seamlessly with VZ Navigator so I don't go exploring at inopportune times.

When passing through a radio wasteland thanks for rocking me out with Pandora and making me smile.

Last but not least are your custom ring tones and message notification options. I am lazy...I admit it...I like knowing who's calling without having to look at the phone.

• The GF's - Girls with Guitars
• The Mom's - yup you guessed it...Crazy Bitch
• Hunter Boy and Ladybug - Sweet Child of Mine
• The Rents - Home is Where the Heart is
• Little Bro - Sweet Home Alabama
• Soldier Boy - Traveling Soldier
• Town Girl - Here for the Party
• Farm Boy - She Thinks my Tractor's Sexy
  

To the peeps...if you have the generic ring tone chances are I won't answer your call and you will have to leave a message which I may or may not reply to. If you recognize yourself on this list...yes, you can consider yourself special.

Sweet dreams dear Crackberry rest up, tomorrow's gonna be a long day...

Oh...and Farm Boy, I lied. I WAS asleep when you called...you should thank dear Crackberry for singing your song so I answered sweetly "hey babe, how are you?" instead of growling "what the f do you want."

A day in the life of a procrastinator

What did I do at work today...mailed 3 envelopes, researched 4 properties, and filled out one form. And it took me all day and I looked really busy doing it. hahahahahaha

I am taking a class to become a financial coach and I had NO idea how much homework would be involved. I had to read 2 chapters and supposed to complete 5 pages of questions. YUK!! Instead of finishing my homework I called Farm Boy and then watched the last disc of Starter Wife Season 1.

It is now 2:21 a.m. and I guess it is time to start the cycle all over again.

Night and happy procrastinating everyone...later.

I love spring!

The weather was in the high 70s this weekend and I said the heck with the housework and we spent the majority of the weekend outside. Saturday Ladybug, Hunter Boy, Town Girl (long-time friend of mine) and I were out and about running errands, stopped by the favorite park but couldn't find a parking space, and ended up at one of the local nature sanctuaries. I got some really great pics of the kids by the waterfalls and we had an excellent time on our walk through the trees in the shade.

Sunday we continued the outdoor theme by utilizing the Zoo membership and trekking the long route out to Africa and back. Hunter Boy held my hand as we walked and talked about the animals - I am so lucky that at almost 11 he still likes to hold my hand and is not afraid to give me hugs and kisses in public - Ladybug is already thinking that she is too old/grown up for that. We ended our day by grilling for the first time this year.

Farm Boy Revisted...

Farm Boy and I have found our way back to each other after a long time apart. We are both sorta set in our ways and intent on taking it slow...sort of.

I called and talked to Farm Boy on Monday and he was in the middle of repairs and needed help...so I had him call my brother who just happens to be a farm mechanic. Tis the season and Farm Boy and Little Bro have been spending quite a bit of quality time together keeping the tractors in the field...yay male bonding.

After a week of being ignored Farm Boy finally calls me. (Said that Little Bro made a comment and he figured he better call so I wouldn't get pissy. Little Bro knows that I've been pissy all week and, while I love him dearly, I may have to kill him is he opens his mouth again.) We talk forever...I swear he is the only man I know that LIKES to talk and will talk on the phone for hours.

Farm Boy is working hard and has tons to do and is amazed that I "get what he has to do" he forgets that is the life I grew up in. Although I am left wondering WTF was I thinking when I told him, "don't worry about me, do what you have to do, I'll be here when the planting is done."

Jumping on the bandwagon

Seems like blogging is the thing to do so...here goes nothing.

As a single mom taking care of my kids has totally consumed my life for the past 4 years. Now that PondScum (PS from here on out) has a "fiance" St. L (SL from here on out and yes she has to be a Saint to put up with PS) and a new baby from here on out) the kids are seeing him on a regular basis again. PS says that they are "grown and don't need him" HELLO...they are 9 (Ladybug) and 11 (HunterBoy)...WTF do you mean...grown???

Anyway, PS didn't want SL and I to meet and for good reason...we LIKE each other. hahahaha She was a single mom for over 15 years and knows what I've been having to deal with. She wants Baby to know Ladybug and HunterBoy no matter what happens with PS. She is "teaching" PS how to be a good dad...and the kids are benefiting so who am I to complain.

So now that the kids are going to see PS and SL every other weekend, I am starting to have a life. Yay me!