A Thousand Times Ouch

I spent my day mowing and weedeating our yard today. I had to wait until 10:30 to start because the grass still had dew on it and Deere John doesn’t like to mow wet grass. It took me 3 hours just to mow one acre…the grass was so tall I had to mow on speed “1”. Glug, glug….glug, glug….
Then, I had the lovely task of moving all the crappe (I say it with the accent because it makes it sound more classy, even thought it’s not) out from beside the house along the fence so I could weedeat. Then, I spent the next 4 hours weedeating the entire fencerow, around every bush, along the looooooooong driveway, up around the trees, I even mowed down the monkey grass by the crepe myrtles (there was really too much monkeying around going on there).
Now, I’m too tired to write anymore. There’s much to tell, but as I said, I’m much too tired. I’m off to the shower to get rid of all the grass that is sprouting in places I”ll not mention right now.

Take that, you soccer moms!

Okay, so I’m not really down on soccer moms. I know they’re really just like the rest of us…stretch marks, incision scars, fat rolls….yeah right.

I was blog-surfing last night and I came across a great blog. She had mentioned this blog, The Shape of a Mother, in one of her blogs and since I was blog-surfing, I surfed right on over. Well, needless to say, I spent the next hour hung up there reading every entry.

I’d like to say a big thanks to my new blog friend Tara for having that blog on her blogroll. Very cool. I recently posted the link about touch up artists and I think it’s GREAT to see real moms and their real bodies. These women are beautiful…having kids is a beautiful experience.
While I’d never post a pic of myself on that blog, I will probably continue to read it from time to time just because it’s so cool to hear the stories these women share. Visit it and tell me what you think!

A lovely Thursday to you all

Belated Birthday

August 1st, 2001.

3:43 p.m.

8 lbs 14 oz.

21 inches long.

blonde hair.

blue eyes like daddy.

my little man, you are.

I didn’t forget son.


We are just delaying your special day until we can afford to celebrate

it with you.

Tomorrow we’ll celebrate.

Today, I’m thankful for August 1st, 2001. You are so special little man.

Touch Up Artists, Unite!

Whoa…I came across this and had to share. I knew many of the photos you see on covers are touched up nowadays, but I had no idea it was to this extreme. Check out the before and afters…
It’s no wonder more and more people are addicted to porn…if we can take a young girl and make her look like a big breasted, blonde-haired, blue eyed star, then why would any man want the average girl next door anymore?

Garage Sale Blues

Well, the day has come. The one thing I said I’d never do again. I’m having a garage sale tomorrow.
Is there anything worse than having a garage sale?
I don’t think so. Really, I don’t. Just the THOUGHT of haggling over stuff I have bought and KNOW the value of makes me cringe. I’m the type that will usually put a price on the item thats what I think is “really fair” and it just irks the crud out of me when someone wants to talk me down. Okay, the store price tag says $40, I have a sticker that says $5 and you want it for $3? Get out of here! I don’t need your money! :o) Okay…I’m not quite that bad, but I really, really, really hate it.
On the other hand, we really, really, really could use the money! (hence the sole reason of having a garage sale…you want to DO something that requires money you DON’T have)
So, off I go to set up for those early Friday morning risers (the paper says 8am, but I’m not stupid – those crazies start showing up as soon as they see you pulling stuff outside!). Wish me luck!
Happiest of Thursdays to you, mates!

If He Were a Frog, I’d Have Kissed Him!

So yesterday, our air conditioner went out.
Yep, kablooey. Out. No more cool air flowing through the ducts in our house.
Did I mention it’s hot here in Texas right now? Like, 110 in the shade hot? The heat index IN THE SHADE is 110. Not cool. H. O. T. As in Hades hot. Our inside house temp rose to a nice balmy 95 degrees. Have you ever tried to get two toddlers to take a nap in that kind of heat? Hot, sticky, icky, sweaty, nasty heat? Here in Texas, we are SOOOOO fortunate to be able to lay claim to that whole thing about, “Yeah….it’s not the heat that kills ya, it’s the HUMIDITY” At times the air feels so thick you could slice it with a knife.
So I call our A/C guy. He’s at work (he owns an a/c company on the side) and says for me to call him back after 3 p.m. It’s now 11 am and the house is already hot. Sigh. Okay, I’ll call you back….the hours slow to a C-R-A-W-L. Three kids, hot house, nothing else to do but fill up on popsicles!
After consuming an entire box of popsicles over the course of 7 hours (he didn’t get here until 6:oo p.m.), the air was fixed! How long does it take to get your house from 95 degrees to 78?(which is where I leave our thermostat in the summer) It took about 5 hours for the poor a/c to get it cooled off to just 80 degrees. See, we have vaulted ceilings in our house…that’s not good.
All’s well that ends well, though. He only charged us $50, he got it fixed fast, and I was able to get out of bed this morning without feeling like I had just gone swimming.
I’m telling you, I could have kissed him.

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