Yes my friends, a dental nightmare is how I would describe the state of my teeth. I have always had trouble with my teeth. I had cavities at a young age and have continued to have them into adulthood. To be honest, I am not sure I even a single tooth that doesn't have a filling in it.
Last week I started having pain in what I thought was one of my molars. This particular molar has a crown on it. Since my other teeth that have crowns have all required root canals. It was only natural for me to assume this was the case, right?
You can imagine my surprise when it turned out that it wasn't the crowned molar at all. As it turned out, it was the tooth right in front of it. Apparently the tooth that had a big ole filling in it all ready, had decay under the previously mentioned filling. Can you say fabulous??? That's exactly what I thinking!
As you can imagine, I was soooo excited when they said, "We can go ahead and take care of it today if you have time!" and of course I replied, "Why of course I do!". In all actuality I was thinking, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I hate going to the dentist. I am not really sure anyone loves to go to the dentist but I especially despise it. Why? Well, 8 out of 10 times that I grace the dental office with my presence, I end up having a cavity.
The dentist came in and began giving me shots. They hurt, they hurt a lot! Now I would love to tell you once I got the initial shots I felt nothing but unfortunately that wasn't the case. Oh hello kitty no! Nope, I had to get shot after shot after shot because it would not numb up. Finally after a zillion shots the dentist started to drill away at my old filling. It went well for awhile but then all of the sudden, I could feel it again! What in the Sam hill was going on???? Of course this meant, you guessed it, more shots!
Eventually I was completely numb, and the dentist was able to complete my filling. However, the right side of my face was so numb that I seriously looked like I had Bells Palsy and my face was completely swollen. I digress.
My mouth was numb for about four hours and now my tooth doesn't hurt at all but where I got all the shots hurts like no body's business.
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
There Are Two Sides To Every Story
I know, I know, I am not even going to make excuses or ask for forgiveness! I do have a life outside of this computer, ya know? Not being one to dwell, I am moving forward to today's blog with great trepidation of my rantings.
in-law noun
1.A relative by marriage
(IN-LAW) This term is used to define how you are related to your spouse's family and relatives. It is most commonly used to describe your relationship to your spouse's immediate family. That is, his/her parents and siblings.
The above is Webster's definition of "in-law". You want to know my definition of in-law? In-law; Person or persons that come along with your spouse whether you like it or not, pains in the ass and/or a source of constant aggravation. Can also be someone who blames you for EVERYTHING.
Now some people are blessed with great in-laws and others are not so lucky. Due to the fact that my husband's parents are divorced, I have a great separation of one's I love and one's that I could do without. I have teetered back and forth about blogging this. Obviously in the end I decided I don't care if the wrong person reads this. Seriously? How much more trouble could this get me into???? I am going to go with none.
Before I go any further, I want to give you my feelings about gossip. I wouldn't go so far as to say I am a gossiper. In fact, I am tight lipped about things people in trust with me. After all, I wouldn't appreciate if I told someone a deep, dark secret thinking they were trustworthy only to discover they told anyone and everyone who would listen. Now if I get some juicy gossip that has nothing to do with my inner circle, I might spill - not "might", its very likely I will. Just being honest here people! Seriously, it is something most of us struggle with. On the other side of the gossip coin, somehow, someway, if you talk about me it WILL get back to me. I am not sure if this is because people want me to know or what. I am not sure why anyone would want me to know they wanted to be my enemy. I would be the first to admit you are either in or out with me and there is no real in between. If you are in, I would give you the shirt off my back, my last nickle, be there through whatever life throws at you. If you are out, lets just say it's pretty damn cold out there and leave it at that. I make no bones about it! This is just how I am, in my family we refer to it as being "Staten" and it's so much better for you to be on a Statens' good side.
It has never been a secret that my mother-in-law and I have a pretty rocky relationship. Scott calls it a mutual "hate-hate relationship". It all started when Scott and I began making out our guest list for our wedding. Who could know that inviting Scott's step mom would pose such a threat to the day? To all of us level headed people it would only seem natural to do so. There problems aren't my problems and surely they could put their issues aside for an afternoon, right? In the end it turned out okay but it wasn't without it's drama. Fast forward 16 years.....we are sitting at my daughters' dance recital, waiting for it to begin. My Mom was talking to my Grandma and pointed out my father-in-law and his wife to her and (BAM!) my mother-in-law is immediately pissed. She gets up seconds before the curtain lifted and left! This incident is just one of many over my 18 years of marriage.
Most recently, I threw a 40th Birthday Party for Scott at his Dad's land (which is another sore subject with the mil). Since everyone (except my mil) is on the Internet these days, I sent out invites via Facebook and told Scott to invite his mother as soon as humanly possible. I knew that if someone in her family saw it before her and said something to her, my ass would be grass! Have you figured out where this is going yet? Oh yeah, it gets back to me pretty quickly that she is pissed at me and apparently had lots to say about Scott's party to everyone but me. The kicker to the whole thing is she wasn't even going to be here anyway.
Last weekend, I got a phone call from a very good, unrelated friend of mine who said she had a very interesting conversation at a family dinner about me. Now my friend has no reason to fabricate anything, nor would she ever. In fact, she had no real prior knowledge about more than half of the things which were conveyed to her. Nor would she have made the connection unless it was pointed out as it was.
Apparently, someone in my friend's family is very good friends with my mother-in-law. She asked my friend if she knew me and when she confirmed, she proceeded to spew my mother-in-law's version of wrong doings by me all over her! What the HELLO Kitty???? Before I proceed, my mother-in-law has every right to bitch about me to her family, her friends or whoever she wants. If they blindly choose to believe it all as the gospel, that is their business. Where I draw the line and put up a mine field is when YOUR friend tries to convince MY friend that I am at fault for everything and I am an awful, terrible person. This is my response to all the things that were said about me via the friend, in no particular order with my own special twist.
1. Your friend does NOT know me therefore, has NO right to talk about me based on YOUR embellished version of things.
2. Your friend stated that she HAD to go on vacation with you because YOU weren't invited to your son's party. Truth, you WERE invited but you CHOOSE to go on vacation the week of your son's birthday. Nevermind, we all know that you can't just call and ask to stay at the beach house on such short notice.
3. Your friend stated we had our last child to "save" our marriage. Are you kidding me? The only thing our marriage needs saving from is YOU! Furthermore, the last thing I would do is intentionally bring a child into this world to "save" anything. Hell, I had three other kids! As if that wasn't warning enough that children don't save anything (including Scott's hard earned money). Furthermore, your precious son isn't being held captive here - just saying!
4. Apparently you paint me as this horrible bitch of a person to anyone who will listen. I am tired of you bad mouthing me. You simply don't like me because I don't allow you to manipulate me into doing what you want and include EVERYONE to events - Get over yourself. You aren't the only one with feelings.
5. I don't care what YOUR friends think of me, I don't care what YOUR family thinks of me and I certainly do NOT care what YOU think of me! I never had a fighting chance anyway.
6. The one and only thing your friend got right about me is that I am either your best friend or your worst enemy. I guess you picked the later.
There are many things I could go on and on about but I am going to take my own advice and build a bridge, which we all know you aren't capable of. I will no longer even consider taking any responsibility for your hurt feelings where I am concerned (Sort of like you don't consider the feelings of all but one of your grandchildren). You go on portraying me as the Wicked Witch of the West and I will gladly ride that broom.
Sincerely,
The Queen of Sick of You Running Your Mouth
*Disclaimer - These are my feelings and if it sounded like I am angry, I am.
in-law noun
1.A relative by marriage
(IN-LAW) This term is used to define how you are related to your spouse's family and relatives. It is most commonly used to describe your relationship to your spouse's immediate family. That is, his/her parents and siblings.
The above is Webster's definition of "in-law". You want to know my definition of in-law? In-law; Person or persons that come along with your spouse whether you like it or not, pains in the ass and/or a source of constant aggravation. Can also be someone who blames you for EVERYTHING.
Now some people are blessed with great in-laws and others are not so lucky. Due to the fact that my husband's parents are divorced, I have a great separation of one's I love and one's that I could do without. I have teetered back and forth about blogging this. Obviously in the end I decided I don't care if the wrong person reads this. Seriously? How much more trouble could this get me into???? I am going to go with none.
Before I go any further, I want to give you my feelings about gossip. I wouldn't go so far as to say I am a gossiper. In fact, I am tight lipped about things people in trust with me. After all, I wouldn't appreciate if I told someone a deep, dark secret thinking they were trustworthy only to discover they told anyone and everyone who would listen. Now if I get some juicy gossip that has nothing to do with my inner circle, I might spill - not "might", its very likely I will. Just being honest here people! Seriously, it is something most of us struggle with. On the other side of the gossip coin, somehow, someway, if you talk about me it WILL get back to me. I am not sure if this is because people want me to know or what. I am not sure why anyone would want me to know they wanted to be my enemy. I would be the first to admit you are either in or out with me and there is no real in between. If you are in, I would give you the shirt off my back, my last nickle, be there through whatever life throws at you. If you are out, lets just say it's pretty damn cold out there and leave it at that. I make no bones about it! This is just how I am, in my family we refer to it as being "Staten" and it's so much better for you to be on a Statens' good side.
It has never been a secret that my mother-in-law and I have a pretty rocky relationship. Scott calls it a mutual "hate-hate relationship". It all started when Scott and I began making out our guest list for our wedding. Who could know that inviting Scott's step mom would pose such a threat to the day? To all of us level headed people it would only seem natural to do so. There problems aren't my problems and surely they could put their issues aside for an afternoon, right? In the end it turned out okay but it wasn't without it's drama. Fast forward 16 years.....we are sitting at my daughters' dance recital, waiting for it to begin. My Mom was talking to my Grandma and pointed out my father-in-law and his wife to her and (BAM!) my mother-in-law is immediately pissed. She gets up seconds before the curtain lifted and left! This incident is just one of many over my 18 years of marriage.
Most recently, I threw a 40th Birthday Party for Scott at his Dad's land (which is another sore subject with the mil). Since everyone (except my mil) is on the Internet these days, I sent out invites via Facebook and told Scott to invite his mother as soon as humanly possible. I knew that if someone in her family saw it before her and said something to her, my ass would be grass! Have you figured out where this is going yet? Oh yeah, it gets back to me pretty quickly that she is pissed at me and apparently had lots to say about Scott's party to everyone but me. The kicker to the whole thing is she wasn't even going to be here anyway.
Last weekend, I got a phone call from a very good, unrelated friend of mine who said she had a very interesting conversation at a family dinner about me. Now my friend has no reason to fabricate anything, nor would she ever. In fact, she had no real prior knowledge about more than half of the things which were conveyed to her. Nor would she have made the connection unless it was pointed out as it was.
*FYI - I am not using names to protect the innocent*
Apparently, someone in my friend's family is very good friends with my mother-in-law. She asked my friend if she knew me and when she confirmed, she proceeded to spew my mother-in-law's version of wrong doings by me all over her! What the HELLO Kitty???? Before I proceed, my mother-in-law has every right to bitch about me to her family, her friends or whoever she wants. If they blindly choose to believe it all as the gospel, that is their business. Where I draw the line and put up a mine field is when YOUR friend tries to convince MY friend that I am at fault for everything and I am an awful, terrible person. This is my response to all the things that were said about me via the friend, in no particular order with my own special twist.
1. Your friend does NOT know me therefore, has NO right to talk about me based on YOUR embellished version of things.
2. Your friend stated that she HAD to go on vacation with you because YOU weren't invited to your son's party. Truth, you WERE invited but you CHOOSE to go on vacation the week of your son's birthday. Nevermind, we all know that you can't just call and ask to stay at the beach house on such short notice.
3. Your friend stated we had our last child to "save" our marriage. Are you kidding me? The only thing our marriage needs saving from is YOU! Furthermore, the last thing I would do is intentionally bring a child into this world to "save" anything. Hell, I had three other kids! As if that wasn't warning enough that children don't save anything (including Scott's hard earned money). Furthermore, your precious son isn't being held captive here - just saying!
4. Apparently you paint me as this horrible bitch of a person to anyone who will listen. I am tired of you bad mouthing me. You simply don't like me because I don't allow you to manipulate me into doing what you want and include EVERYONE to events - Get over yourself. You aren't the only one with feelings.
5. I don't care what YOUR friends think of me, I don't care what YOUR family thinks of me and I certainly do NOT care what YOU think of me! I never had a fighting chance anyway.
6. The one and only thing your friend got right about me is that I am either your best friend or your worst enemy. I guess you picked the later.
There are many things I could go on and on about but I am going to take my own advice and build a bridge, which we all know you aren't capable of. I will no longer even consider taking any responsibility for your hurt feelings where I am concerned (Sort of like you don't consider the feelings of all but one of your grandchildren). You go on portraying me as the Wicked Witch of the West and I will gladly ride that broom.
Sincerely,
The Queen of Sick of You Running Your Mouth
*Disclaimer - These are my feelings and if it sounded like I am angry, I am.
Friday, July 1, 2011
Red, White and BOOM
July 1, 2011
Can I get a Hallelujah? Torros is back at work!
On another happy note, I am going to thrifting with my Sissy and BFFF!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Happy Insanity
Can I get a Hallelujah? Torros is back at work!
On another happy note, I am going to thrifting with my Sissy and BFFF!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Happy Insanity
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Can't Sleep
Here I sit at 1:12am....yes A.M.! I would much rather be sleeping but instead I am sitting here on the computer chatting it up with you. Please don't take offense, I am just overly tired and apparently all jacked up on caffeine.
I have a doctor's appointment scheduled for tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock in the morning. Why did I take such an early appointment time??? Seriously, I have no idea what I was thinking. Truth be told, I went to bed at 11:15pm. I laid there and was about to fall asleep when Sarah, being the sweet little thing she is, decided it was time for a recorder concert. Before I forget, I would like to say a great big THANK YOU to Grandpa Tim for that lovely little instrument. You shouldn't have....far too kind! After about 5 minutes of this, I called her into my room and asked her to cuddle with me so I could fall asleep. This worked like a charm for her....yup, she is up there sleeping in my bed snoring away with her father.
In other news; My day started out like any other, I rolled out of bed, got dressed and headed out for my morning Overla Mocha - Large! When I got home, everyone was still sleeping. What else would my children be doing at 11 in the morning? DUH! I attempted to straighten up the house, start some laundry and mosey (is that how you spell that? I am sure spellcheck will let me know.) around the house doing this and that. Slowly the children began to rise and shine....
Since I had a hair appointment (corrective stray gray treatment) and knew I was leaving the kids here, I decided I would blow up their pool and fill it. I laid the pool out and went to the garage to retrieve the air compressor - You didn't think I would blow that up with all my hot air did you???? I am a smoker for crying out loud! You should know better! With compressor in hand, I step out onto the deck and there is Torros destroying the pool. SON OF A PREACHER MAN!!!! That dog had dropped his kong on top of the pool and proceeded to try and pick it up. Due to the fact that he is sporting a plastic cone around his head, it wasn't just a matter of him reaching down and snatching it up, oh no my friends, this was all out war - just ask the pool! Every time he tried to pick it up, the cone would knock the kong to another area of the pool. Point of this story....we no longer have the ability to put air in the pool and my kids were not able to swim.
Now before you go and turn me into P.E.T.A. or The Humane Society, it's important for you to realize that I have been dealing with Torros aka Cone head Stinky Butt for the past week. Why? Because a week ago while in pursuit of a "bad guy" he stepped in a pile of broken mirror and got a 1/2" x 1/2" gash in his paw. This gash required him to be knocked out so they could place seven staples in his wound. Guess what that meant? LUCKY ME!!!!!!!!! He got a doctor's excuse to be off of work for a week until he gets the staples out.
Torros is a high energy dog, which is a nice way of saying he needs Ritalin. He is well trained and excels at sniffing out bombs, tracking down bad guys and playtime. He absolutely sucks at calm, relaxing behavior. Torros will lay down and pass out on occasion but if you so much as move a hair, he is up and at em' within a mila-second. NO LIE! Now if I was lucky enough to get him to pass out, he would just pass gas...over and over and over. My house stinks like a big ole gastric mess! Ugggg. Back to the cone, it has become an unintentional weapon for him. He can't move without knocking into something or someone. I have little nicks all over my legs where he has run into me. Let's just say he is lucky to have survived this past week and lets just leave it at that!
Okay, I am exhausted so I am going to try and sleep now....
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
p.s. Torros got the bad guy despite his injury!
I have a doctor's appointment scheduled for tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock in the morning. Why did I take such an early appointment time??? Seriously, I have no idea what I was thinking. Truth be told, I went to bed at 11:15pm. I laid there and was about to fall asleep when Sarah, being the sweet little thing she is, decided it was time for a recorder concert. Before I forget, I would like to say a great big THANK YOU to Grandpa Tim for that lovely little instrument. You shouldn't have....far too kind! After about 5 minutes of this, I called her into my room and asked her to cuddle with me so I could fall asleep. This worked like a charm for her....yup, she is up there sleeping in my bed snoring away with her father.
In other news; My day started out like any other, I rolled out of bed, got dressed and headed out for my morning Overla Mocha - Large! When I got home, everyone was still sleeping. What else would my children be doing at 11 in the morning? DUH! I attempted to straighten up the house, start some laundry and mosey (is that how you spell that? I am sure spellcheck will let me know.) around the house doing this and that. Slowly the children began to rise and shine....
Since I had a hair appointment (corrective stray gray treatment) and knew I was leaving the kids here, I decided I would blow up their pool and fill it. I laid the pool out and went to the garage to retrieve the air compressor - You didn't think I would blow that up with all my hot air did you???? I am a smoker for crying out loud! You should know better! With compressor in hand, I step out onto the deck and there is Torros destroying the pool. SON OF A PREACHER MAN!!!! That dog had dropped his kong on top of the pool and proceeded to try and pick it up. Due to the fact that he is sporting a plastic cone around his head, it wasn't just a matter of him reaching down and snatching it up, oh no my friends, this was all out war - just ask the pool! Every time he tried to pick it up, the cone would knock the kong to another area of the pool. Point of this story....we no longer have the ability to put air in the pool and my kids were not able to swim.
Now before you go and turn me into P.E.T.A. or The Humane Society, it's important for you to realize that I have been dealing with Torros aka Cone head Stinky Butt for the past week. Why? Because a week ago while in pursuit of a "bad guy" he stepped in a pile of broken mirror and got a 1/2" x 1/2" gash in his paw. This gash required him to be knocked out so they could place seven staples in his wound. Guess what that meant? LUCKY ME!!!!!!!!! He got a doctor's excuse to be off of work for a week until he gets the staples out.
Torros is a high energy dog, which is a nice way of saying he needs Ritalin. He is well trained and excels at sniffing out bombs, tracking down bad guys and playtime. He absolutely sucks at calm, relaxing behavior. Torros will lay down and pass out on occasion but if you so much as move a hair, he is up and at em' within a mila-second. NO LIE! Now if I was lucky enough to get him to pass out, he would just pass gas...over and over and over. My house stinks like a big ole gastric mess! Ugggg. Back to the cone, it has become an unintentional weapon for him. He can't move without knocking into something or someone. I have little nicks all over my legs where he has run into me. Let's just say he is lucky to have survived this past week and lets just leave it at that!
Okay, I am exhausted so I am going to try and sleep now....
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
p.s. Torros got the bad guy despite his injury!
Monday, June 27, 2011
Party Planning
One winter night my bestie and I were trying to think up something to have a party for this summer. We are really into theme parties but not your everyday party themes. You might remember we had an Ugly Christmas Sweater Party in December. We really liked the idea of a summer formal party - let me clarify "formal" this would be a thrift store formal party. We are all about saving a buck! We also considered a Kentucky Derby Hat party. In the end, we just decided since Scott was turning 40 this year, we didn't need another reason to have a party. This party would be at our land which consists of 12 acres of raw land.
Scott's party is less than two weeks away. Can I tell you something? I just started thinking about planning this party that I sent out a facebook invite for a couple months go. My friends, I am not sure which part of my shortcomings this falls under. Lots of great ideas, no follow thru? Procrastination? Self-Diagnosed A.D.D.? O.D.D. formerly known as O.D.? I just do not know! For right now, we are going to go with A.D.D., shall we? I planned to plan for this party, I swear I did! I am not sure where I fell off the wagon. I kept thinking, "There's plenty of time yet!" and I am almost positive another thought crept up in my mind, "When Scott gets paid next time, I will get......." Either way this party is coming up fast and the past few days I have been trying to get it together.
Here is what I have accomplished thus far:
1. Painted shed
2. Updated facebook invite with pertinent information
3. Bought 160 Oscar Meyer hot dogs (no buns yet...note to self), 3 cases of water, cups for beer, plates, table clothes, pop, baked beans, stuff for bean salad and handi-wipes.
4. Made mason jar lanterns...okay, the kids made them after I told them to do it!
5. Hung mason jar lanterns.
6. Mowed some grass at the land.
7. Made a party flyer for Scott to put in friends mailboxes at work.
8. Decided that my posse and I will be reincorporating Kentucky Derby style hats into this party. I mean after all, we are and will be the life of Scott's party.
Side note: When I asked Scott if he was going to get hammered at his party he shrugged his shoulders and said, "I dunno" in a very unenthusiastic tone. Really? You really don't know? I am all ready planning for my hangover the day after his party and he isn't even sure he's going to get drunk at his own birthday party! So again I say, my posse and I will be the life of his party...it's just the way it's gotta be.
And I think that concludes what I have planned thus far for this party.
What needs to be done:
Final mowing of grass
Set up
Buy Chips
Buy hot dog buns
Buy more pop
And a whole bunch more stuff that I can't even think about right now. I can tell you what I know has to be done....Pick up the keg and special stash of Summer Shandy for the Queen of Insanity and her court. If you are coming to the party and aren't sure if you are in my court (aka: posse) you better find out fast because the Shandy is off limits to anyone who isn't. Sorry, it's the way it's gotta be!
Can we just be honest here for a minute? This party might end up being a total flop if I don't get my astronaut in gear...Even if I don't, I will have fun because that is how I roll.
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Scott's party is less than two weeks away. Can I tell you something? I just started thinking about planning this party that I sent out a facebook invite for a couple months go. My friends, I am not sure which part of my shortcomings this falls under. Lots of great ideas, no follow thru? Procrastination? Self-Diagnosed A.D.D.? O.D.D. formerly known as O.D.? I just do not know! For right now, we are going to go with A.D.D., shall we? I planned to plan for this party, I swear I did! I am not sure where I fell off the wagon. I kept thinking, "There's plenty of time yet!" and I am almost positive another thought crept up in my mind, "When Scott gets paid next time, I will get......." Either way this party is coming up fast and the past few days I have been trying to get it together.
Here is what I have accomplished thus far:
1. Painted shed
2. Updated facebook invite with pertinent information
3. Bought 160 Oscar Meyer hot dogs (no buns yet...note to self), 3 cases of water, cups for beer, plates, table clothes, pop, baked beans, stuff for bean salad and handi-wipes.
4. Made mason jar lanterns...okay, the kids made them after I told them to do it!
5. Hung mason jar lanterns.
6. Mowed some grass at the land.
7. Made a party flyer for Scott to put in friends mailboxes at work.
8. Decided that my posse and I will be reincorporating Kentucky Derby style hats into this party. I mean after all, we are and will be the life of Scott's party.
Side note: When I asked Scott if he was going to get hammered at his party he shrugged his shoulders and said, "I dunno" in a very unenthusiastic tone. Really? You really don't know? I am all ready planning for my hangover the day after his party and he isn't even sure he's going to get drunk at his own birthday party! So again I say, my posse and I will be the life of his party...it's just the way it's gotta be.
And I think that concludes what I have planned thus far for this party.
What needs to be done:
Final mowing of grass
Set up
Buy Chips
Buy hot dog buns
Buy more pop
And a whole bunch more stuff that I can't even think about right now. I can tell you what I know has to be done....Pick up the keg and special stash of Summer Shandy for the Queen of Insanity and her court. If you are coming to the party and aren't sure if you are in my court (aka: posse) you better find out fast because the Shandy is off limits to anyone who isn't. Sorry, it's the way it's gotta be!
Can we just be honest here for a minute? This party might end up being a total flop if I don't get my astronaut in gear...Even if I don't, I will have fun because that is how I roll.
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Sunday's Activities
When I woke up this morning I realized that while I was off in Lala Painting World, the rest of my house had gone to hell in a hand basket (Do people still use this phrase? I mean besides me). I decided while everyone was still sleeping - at noon no less - I would start getting the house picked up.
My first act in cleaning was to gather up all 1200 pairs of shoes which were laying all over my house. In an effort to help the children, I put all the shoes into an empty laundry basket along with any of their belongings I came across. There they would wait until the children got up because after all, this isn't the Holiday Inn! Now that I think of it, I do believe my children think this is a hotel.
Anyone who has been to my house can tell you a great majority of the time my chalkboard reads, "This ain't no Holiday Inn..Pick up your belongings!" Still they leave their crap laying everywhere, like I am a maid service. As I was typing this I remembered the tag line for another hotel chain, "We'll leave a light on". Well heck yeah my kids will leave a light on for you....I can assure you that! It could be the sunniest day of the year, the sunlight blaring in and they will turn a light on where ever they go. I love kids!
By three o'clock everyone was up and about, Scott had made us breakfast (Don't you judge!) and we gathered up some things to take with us out to our land for the evening; ie; fishing poles, hot dogs, marshmallows, extra clothes, rain boots, paint (I forgot to mention in the last blog that is what actually started the O.D.D.), kids and of course, the kitchen sink. By the time we finally got to the land which is approximately 15 minutes from our house, it was around 4:30p.m. Scott immediately went to work finishing the painting on the roof of the shed. Michelle and I had painted the shed itself the week before in preparation for Scott's 40th birthday party. You see, the shed had some nasty words on it that someone had spray painted several years ago. If we were going to have a party there, something had to be done about the wordy dirds, right? Right, so we took care of it and yes, this is actually what started my downward spiral into O.D.D. - if you don't know what O.D.D. means, you need to read the previous blog Paint -Mmmmmkay?
Tonight at the land, I learned to use the John Deere Tractor and mowed the grass. I fear that someone is going to pick on me because while I was getting used to the tractor, I did a lot of crop circles! I just know my father-in-law or brother-in-law are going to go out there for something and see my tracks...and then the harassment will begin! Oh well, I got a lot of mowing done. Michelle and her two youngest kids also came out. Scott helped them fish because out of the six girls only one will put a worm on a hook or take a fish off a hook to throw it back. When I finally figured out how to stop the tractor, Michelle and I hung out for a bit, we walked around the land surveying for the party and hung up my latest GENIUS idea - Mason jar lanterns. I must say that this is one of my better ideas - they worked fabulously when it got dark.
In conclusion, today I learned that my kids think this is the Motel 8, how to ride a John Deere tractor, that Michelle is an awesome hot dog/marshmallow roaster and I am pretty sure my kids are drinking 5 hour energy drinks when I am not looking!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
My first act in cleaning was to gather up all 1200 pairs of shoes which were laying all over my house. In an effort to help the children, I put all the shoes into an empty laundry basket along with any of their belongings I came across. There they would wait until the children got up because after all, this isn't the Holiday Inn! Now that I think of it, I do believe my children think this is a hotel.
Anyone who has been to my house can tell you a great majority of the time my chalkboard reads, "This ain't no Holiday Inn..Pick up your belongings!" Still they leave their crap laying everywhere, like I am a maid service. As I was typing this I remembered the tag line for another hotel chain, "We'll leave a light on". Well heck yeah my kids will leave a light on for you....I can assure you that! It could be the sunniest day of the year, the sunlight blaring in and they will turn a light on where ever they go. I love kids!
By three o'clock everyone was up and about, Scott had made us breakfast (Don't you judge!) and we gathered up some things to take with us out to our land for the evening; ie; fishing poles, hot dogs, marshmallows, extra clothes, rain boots, paint (I forgot to mention in the last blog that is what actually started the O.D.D.), kids and of course, the kitchen sink. By the time we finally got to the land which is approximately 15 minutes from our house, it was around 4:30p.m. Scott immediately went to work finishing the painting on the roof of the shed. Michelle and I had painted the shed itself the week before in preparation for Scott's 40th birthday party. You see, the shed had some nasty words on it that someone had spray painted several years ago. If we were going to have a party there, something had to be done about the wordy dirds, right? Right, so we took care of it and yes, this is actually what started my downward spiral into O.D.D. - if you don't know what O.D.D. means, you need to read the previous blog Paint -Mmmmmkay?
Tonight at the land, I learned to use the John Deere Tractor and mowed the grass. I fear that someone is going to pick on me because while I was getting used to the tractor, I did a lot of crop circles! I just know my father-in-law or brother-in-law are going to go out there for something and see my tracks...and then the harassment will begin! Oh well, I got a lot of mowing done. Michelle and her two youngest kids also came out. Scott helped them fish because out of the six girls only one will put a worm on a hook or take a fish off a hook to throw it back. When I finally figured out how to stop the tractor, Michelle and I hung out for a bit, we walked around the land surveying for the party and hung up my latest GENIUS idea - Mason jar lanterns. I must say that this is one of my better ideas - they worked fabulously when it got dark.
In conclusion, today I learned that my kids think this is the Motel 8, how to ride a John Deere tractor, that Michelle is an awesome hot dog/marshmallow roaster and I am pretty sure my kids are drinking 5 hour energy drinks when I am not looking!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Paint
Yes, I know I am a failure at keeping up on my blog. The problem and I am not sure if I have mentioned it before but I am positive I suffer from A.D.D. (I can't add either-HA). I have only been self-diagnosed and there is no over the counter treatment other than heavily caffeinated beverages that I have been able to find. I digress...
My blog, yeah, I have trouble staying focused on things. Primarily my weakness is follow through, wrapping it up, staying on task and dare I say completion? Now I have endless great ideas, I just can't see them to fruition a majority of the time. It's a blessing and a curse my friends. A blessing in the respect that more than likely my lack of focus has kept me from wild, dangerous or just plain bad ideas. The curse of it is I am 100% positive that I am a freaking genius trapped in my own mind! If you took a look around my house right now you would see lots of "Active" projects and very few "Finished" projects. Oh but I have not mentioned my other quality - Overdrive (I am sure some might consider it manic).
Overdrive, yes, yes, it is a serious problem. Again, this is a similar condition to the one I pick on my sister about...O.C.D. *Can I just say I frackin' love abbreviations?* In staying with the abbrevs. theme, we will now refer to "overdrive" as "O.D." <= See what did I tell you? GENIUS! O.D. is a horrible thing to suffer from. You start something and can't quit - sorta like my smoking habit! As an example; last week I decided that while Emma was gone for a couple days at her Grandmother's house I was going to clean her bedroom and paint it. I worked on her room for every bit of 36 hours in two days! It took me 30 hours to clean it, 2 hours to paint it, 1.5 hours to reorganize it and another 2.5 hours lecturing her about what a disgusting pigsty her room had been. Geesh! Can't a Mother get a break? Ahhh whatever ~ YAY ME! I completed one project...woohooooooo! Now I feel, well downright bored. Hmmmm....I know what I can do! Paint another room...yeah yeah yeah!
Abigail had wanted to paint her room from the minute she moved into it. I don't know why she took a sudden turn against the color pink but I made her live with it for at least a year. At this point I felt like her torture should cease and decided to let her have her way. I was shocked when she picked an aqua blue and wait for it.....wait for it.....asparagus green. Seriously people Asparagus!?! I didn't share her vision but wanting something to do, I agreed. After all, it is her room and I believe in self expression to the extent I see fit. We painted her room and it took far less time than Emma's room did because, ummmm, well I think you can figure that part out. It took us one evening and one morning to wrap everything up. I would also like to mention, her vision turned out fabulous!
The next day I somehow managed (beer) to (beer) sucker (BEER) my b.f.f.f. into coming over and helping me paint the room next to Abigail's. I offered her free beer for her free labor and in support of my O.D. - Shishkabob! I just realized "O.D." is all ready taken. Dagnab it! Do you think if I just added another "D" that would solve the problem? O.D.D. = Overdrive Disorder? Or do you think that is too odd? BLAHAHAHAHAHA Did I mention I was sleep deprived from the O.D.D.? Refocusing now....so Michelle agrees to come over and paint with me. No, we didn't end up drinking beer. We thought it might be irresponsible to paint and drink beer so we went with Malibu and lite fruit punch. Nothing like a fruity chick drink to keep you on task - As a disclaimer; we are experienced professionals drinkers (E.P.D'S) and we do not, I repeat, DO NOT advocate drinking and painting at the same time. Alas, we got the room done despite the fact that we were up till the wee hours of the night, Git R Done! That's our motto.
Today I spent the day putting up a border around the room and finally after (and this is where my A.D.D. comes into play) a year and half of buying the paint and border, GOT R DONE!
So yeah....the overdrive disorder is running me right now. I haven't slept enough or gone to bed early enough. My kids think summer break means hanging out with me 24/7, so as long as I am up, they are up. I have tried and tried to get them to go to bed earlier to no avail. They know my A.D.D. will kick in and I will forget that I even told them to go to bed because I got side-tracked by a pretty shiny thing somewhere...
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity, A.D.D., O.D. or O.D.D. and E.P.D'S
My blog, yeah, I have trouble staying focused on things. Primarily my weakness is follow through, wrapping it up, staying on task and dare I say completion? Now I have endless great ideas, I just can't see them to fruition a majority of the time. It's a blessing and a curse my friends. A blessing in the respect that more than likely my lack of focus has kept me from wild, dangerous or just plain bad ideas. The curse of it is I am 100% positive that I am a freaking genius trapped in my own mind! If you took a look around my house right now you would see lots of "Active" projects and very few "Finished" projects. Oh but I have not mentioned my other quality - Overdrive (I am sure some might consider it manic).
Overdrive, yes, yes, it is a serious problem. Again, this is a similar condition to the one I pick on my sister about...O.C.D. *Can I just say I frackin' love abbreviations?* In staying with the abbrevs. theme, we will now refer to "overdrive" as "O.D." <= See what did I tell you? GENIUS! O.D. is a horrible thing to suffer from. You start something and can't quit - sorta like my smoking habit! As an example; last week I decided that while Emma was gone for a couple days at her Grandmother's house I was going to clean her bedroom and paint it. I worked on her room for every bit of 36 hours in two days! It took me 30 hours to clean it, 2 hours to paint it, 1.5 hours to reorganize it and another 2.5 hours lecturing her about what a disgusting pigsty her room had been. Geesh! Can't a Mother get a break? Ahhh whatever ~ YAY ME! I completed one project...woohooooooo! Now I feel, well downright bored. Hmmmm....I know what I can do! Paint another room...yeah yeah yeah!
Abigail had wanted to paint her room from the minute she moved into it. I don't know why she took a sudden turn against the color pink but I made her live with it for at least a year. At this point I felt like her torture should cease and decided to let her have her way. I was shocked when she picked an aqua blue and wait for it.....wait for it.....asparagus green. Seriously people Asparagus!?! I didn't share her vision but wanting something to do, I agreed. After all, it is her room and I believe in self expression to the extent I see fit. We painted her room and it took far less time than Emma's room did because, ummmm, well I think you can figure that part out. It took us one evening and one morning to wrap everything up. I would also like to mention, her vision turned out fabulous!
The next day I somehow managed (beer) to (beer) sucker (BEER) my b.f.f.f. into coming over and helping me paint the room next to Abigail's. I offered her free beer for her free labor and in support of my O.D. - Shishkabob! I just realized "O.D." is all ready taken. Dagnab it! Do you think if I just added another "D" that would solve the problem? O.D.D. = Overdrive Disorder? Or do you think that is too odd? BLAHAHAHAHAHA Did I mention I was sleep deprived from the O.D.D.? Refocusing now....so Michelle agrees to come over and paint with me. No, we didn't end up drinking beer. We thought it might be irresponsible to paint and drink beer so we went with Malibu and lite fruit punch. Nothing like a fruity chick drink to keep you on task - As a disclaimer; we are experienced professionals drinkers (E.P.D'S) and we do not, I repeat, DO NOT advocate drinking and painting at the same time. Alas, we got the room done despite the fact that we were up till the wee hours of the night, Git R Done! That's our motto.
Today I spent the day putting up a border around the room and finally after (and this is where my A.D.D. comes into play) a year and half of buying the paint and border, GOT R DONE!
So yeah....the overdrive disorder is running me right now. I haven't slept enough or gone to bed early enough. My kids think summer break means hanging out with me 24/7, so as long as I am up, they are up. I have tried and tried to get them to go to bed earlier to no avail. They know my A.D.D. will kick in and I will forget that I even told them to go to bed because I got side-tracked by a pretty shiny thing somewhere...
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity, A.D.D., O.D. or O.D.D. and E.P.D'S
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