Ah yes, the adrenaline rush has started. Whew, I was beginning to wonder if it would kick in. I do perform my best under pressure.
Seriously, though, my focus is HERE. It's sad that I can no longer allow myself the luxury of devoting time to solving certain problems, but the good of the all has to outweigh the good of the one, especially when the one doesn't want any help beyond what we are doing.
The little ones are beside themselves with excitement. Little dude was a little disappointed because his field trip to the zoo was cancelled, but knowing that he's going to go get to watch his very first race ever is thrilling him to no end. I love these days, when they are so young and innocent without a care in the world. When they are grateful for everything and adore you just because you breath the same air as them. It's always sad when that goes away, when they start to see you as human and god forbid, but a human lacking...the judgement of your kids can hurt.
So, we have horseshoes, and frisbees and tennis balls and gloves..we should be good to go on activities. There is always things to see and places to walk to as well. The mojo paste for the pork loins is made, and all the stuff has been inventoried. Bags are packed and things will be loaded when the rain ends. We're pretty ready to go!
Racing is always good in the spring!!!
Until next week then....
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Let The Sun Shine...
Shine down on you....it's the song for today. The sun HAS been shining down on us lately and I've made some progress in some areas that are going to make a HUGE difference. Stress relief is big. You'd think I'd feel a little better...
But still, there's that nagging fear, that sense that there's just something that I haven't done. In this house, there's always that. The last time I had that feeling, I realized I had forgotten to pick my son up from school....again...but that isn't it this time.
You know that feeling you're supposed to get when the danger is passed..that sense of relief...that feeling that all is well? I'm supposed to have that right now, trust me, and yet, I don't somehow.
Army boy is going to Fort Hood, Texas...how about that for a sign from God?
This is a bit like what depression is like too...when you don't feel good or better and you should. Major stress relief happening here.
Part of it comes from those old childhood tapes...the senior chief recognized that one. It's an old song he's become accustomed to...the feeling that no matter what I do it is never enough and never will be enough.
That's how it has always been and now that I am an adult and I have this endless list of things I must accomplish..years worth, in fact, it truly does still feel as though nothing is good enough and it never will be. The perfectionist in me knows this is true..precision is my thing. However, the sad part is that I am not able to celebrate life's victories sometimes, as a result. All it winds up meaning is it's one more thing checked off my list of endless things to do.
This is the wrong attitude, but I don't know how to shake it really.
And then there is the upcoming election. It has my innards all atangle. Mayhap, I need to turn the news off....
Talladega is this weekend. We will be there and again, my heart isn't in it. But the senior chief so looks forward to it, so who am I to be a killjoy and infect him with my darkness. And so we soldier on. Hopefully, it will be just the tonic I need. We are bringing the children this time and therefore, the atmosphere will be conducive to them being there, or whoever is causing the hate and discontent will be escorted out of the campsite and told not to come back. Not that I really anticipate any trouble, it would appear to be a smaller crowd this time and my eldest is camping somewhere else, although he really did want to know where we were camping. The little ones are mad at him. They really just cannot understand why he loves his friends more than his family. I do not know, either. My guess is that he takes us for granted still. Fine.
If my plans continue to go as I anticipate, then as soon as the house goes on the market, he and his dog must find a new place to live. Period. And, when we are no longer here, perhaps then he will begin to understand the importance of family. I hate to lose one, but I've done just about all that I can for this kid with nothing and less than nothing in return. How much does a body have to give? In some ways, it's amusing, though, because he's treating me like a real parent.
Seriously, though, we are moving on and if he doesn't want to keep up, I guess that's his choice. He is an adult after all and maybe I need to start working on accepting him for who he is and perhaps accepting that he isn't going to change after all. At least not as soon as I would like. Maybe never, even. And, make my plans and conduct myself accordingly. That's all we can do after all, isn't it? Take it in and make the best decision that you can.
I can't remember the last conversation I had with him and you know, I don't really have anything to say anyway, and apparently there's nothing going on in his life that he feels proud enough to let us in on..so there you have it.
You can't win them all but you know, I'm a really, really sore loser..!!
But still, there's that nagging fear, that sense that there's just something that I haven't done. In this house, there's always that. The last time I had that feeling, I realized I had forgotten to pick my son up from school....again...but that isn't it this time.
You know that feeling you're supposed to get when the danger is passed..that sense of relief...that feeling that all is well? I'm supposed to have that right now, trust me, and yet, I don't somehow.
Army boy is going to Fort Hood, Texas...how about that for a sign from God?
This is a bit like what depression is like too...when you don't feel good or better and you should. Major stress relief happening here.
Part of it comes from those old childhood tapes...the senior chief recognized that one. It's an old song he's become accustomed to...the feeling that no matter what I do it is never enough and never will be enough.
That's how it has always been and now that I am an adult and I have this endless list of things I must accomplish..years worth, in fact, it truly does still feel as though nothing is good enough and it never will be. The perfectionist in me knows this is true..precision is my thing. However, the sad part is that I am not able to celebrate life's victories sometimes, as a result. All it winds up meaning is it's one more thing checked off my list of endless things to do.
This is the wrong attitude, but I don't know how to shake it really.
And then there is the upcoming election. It has my innards all atangle. Mayhap, I need to turn the news off....
Talladega is this weekend. We will be there and again, my heart isn't in it. But the senior chief so looks forward to it, so who am I to be a killjoy and infect him with my darkness. And so we soldier on. Hopefully, it will be just the tonic I need. We are bringing the children this time and therefore, the atmosphere will be conducive to them being there, or whoever is causing the hate and discontent will be escorted out of the campsite and told not to come back. Not that I really anticipate any trouble, it would appear to be a smaller crowd this time and my eldest is camping somewhere else, although he really did want to know where we were camping. The little ones are mad at him. They really just cannot understand why he loves his friends more than his family. I do not know, either. My guess is that he takes us for granted still. Fine.
If my plans continue to go as I anticipate, then as soon as the house goes on the market, he and his dog must find a new place to live. Period. And, when we are no longer here, perhaps then he will begin to understand the importance of family. I hate to lose one, but I've done just about all that I can for this kid with nothing and less than nothing in return. How much does a body have to give? In some ways, it's amusing, though, because he's treating me like a real parent.
Seriously, though, we are moving on and if he doesn't want to keep up, I guess that's his choice. He is an adult after all and maybe I need to start working on accepting him for who he is and perhaps accepting that he isn't going to change after all. At least not as soon as I would like. Maybe never, even. And, make my plans and conduct myself accordingly. That's all we can do after all, isn't it? Take it in and make the best decision that you can.
I can't remember the last conversation I had with him and you know, I don't really have anything to say anyway, and apparently there's nothing going on in his life that he feels proud enough to let us in on..so there you have it.
You can't win them all but you know, I'm a really, really sore loser..!!
Monday, April 23, 2007
It Doesn't Matter
I like to speculate on what people might be thinking and whatnot. I spent some time thinking of the shooters parents today and was wondering what it was like for them to raise their son in America. I mean, really, when we, as Americans are raising our children we realize that the world THEY live in is very different from the ones we lived in. What must it be like for immigrants? I mean, they literally raised their son in a different world than themselves. I feel for them.
But, on to the shooter...it doesn't matter WHY he did it. What matters is that if one person, just one had had a weapon and the shooter had found himself on the receiving end of what he was inflicting, then there would have been less deaths. Period. That's pretty much the only thing that matters.
We live in a world where it just may be necessary to exercise your Second Amendment rights. Banning guns does not level the playing field. What it does is give the bad guys an advantage. Why on earth would we want to do that? By keeping our gun rights, then that pretty much assures LESS crime. Why? Because you just never know when the dude you try to rob is going to shoot you. The bad guys don't really like to die either. The solution isn't to ban guns, the solution is for more of the good guys to take their personal protection upon yourself.
Me, being who I am, have decided to live my life as if I weren't safe anywhere, and take appropriate measures to even the odds a bit.
People out there need to put some real thought into your own personal protection. What would you do if it were you in that situation? What would you do? Know the answers to those questions because it COULD be you or one of yours someday. But for the grace of God, go I. Make sure that you at least are able to make it harder for the bad guys.
It's not just up to our military and our government to make this world a better place, a safe place for our children, it is up to every single one of us as citizens of this country to ensure that. When the bad guys come over the hill, we want to say...HELL YEAH we took them fighting...not...we hid behind things and let them pick us off one by one.
And these days, there's a bad guy around every corner. Are you prepared?
But, on to the shooter...it doesn't matter WHY he did it. What matters is that if one person, just one had had a weapon and the shooter had found himself on the receiving end of what he was inflicting, then there would have been less deaths. Period. That's pretty much the only thing that matters.
We live in a world where it just may be necessary to exercise your Second Amendment rights. Banning guns does not level the playing field. What it does is give the bad guys an advantage. Why on earth would we want to do that? By keeping our gun rights, then that pretty much assures LESS crime. Why? Because you just never know when the dude you try to rob is going to shoot you. The bad guys don't really like to die either. The solution isn't to ban guns, the solution is for more of the good guys to take their personal protection upon yourself.
Me, being who I am, have decided to live my life as if I weren't safe anywhere, and take appropriate measures to even the odds a bit.
People out there need to put some real thought into your own personal protection. What would you do if it were you in that situation? What would you do? Know the answers to those questions because it COULD be you or one of yours someday. But for the grace of God, go I. Make sure that you at least are able to make it harder for the bad guys.
It's not just up to our military and our government to make this world a better place, a safe place for our children, it is up to every single one of us as citizens of this country to ensure that. When the bad guys come over the hill, we want to say...HELL YEAH we took them fighting...not...we hid behind things and let them pick us off one by one.
And these days, there's a bad guy around every corner. Are you prepared?
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Noise Pollution
Here it is a quiet Sunday morning and I was out drinking my Dr. Pepper, and listening to the birds. There's a subdivision going in in the pasture behind my house so the week days are filled with noise from bulldozers and all kinds of other equipment. It's quite miserable.
That led me to think about noise sensitivity and INTERNAL noise, as well. A little known fact, and I'm not even sure it's a fact, it's just more like underground knowledge, if you will. Anyway, something little known about mental illness is that there is a brain noise that is associated with each kind of illness. ADDers report a buzz, almost like a fan on in the background. Folks with OCD have reported having a song on in tha background. Things like that. And we all know that people who suffer from psychosis have the loudest brain noise of all.
So, try to imagine this...a functioning mentally ill person's brain would sound like Ellen DeGeneres, with a fan blowing in the background, and a stupid song like...root, root root for the home team, if you don't win it's a shame...and then your internal monologue starts sounding all singsongy in the background and this is when you pause in your internal monologue to even begin to wonder where you are or what you're supposed to be doing next. And there's another internal monologue going on just trying to keep up with things, the JD from Scrubs one, if you will.
Buy me some peanuts and cracker jacks....
And then you couple that with just the general noise of people and it's amazing the progress that we have made for the mentally ill in the past few years to allow them to function because face it, the world we live in is a noisy one. A lot of these people go nuts just from noise pollution, I'm sure. You'd think that a nice quiet place would be just the ticket for these people to live, but surprisingly enough, sometimes that makes it worse, as evidenced by these latest shootings.
You know what ALL the shootings have in common? They all occured in isolated places. Isolation makes it worse for those that are mentally ill, I think. Perhaps the noise of the world helps mask out the noise of the brain. When you take away the noise of the world, all you have left is the noise of the brain and you just cannot escape it. Some people just snap. Because the brain noise is so little understood.
I think depression occurs when the inner monologue that is trying to keep track of things just gets tired. It's voice gets lost in the conundrum of noise. Sometimes it would be nice if everyone and everything would just shut the hell up for a moment already.
Could you imagine living like that?
da,da,da,da,da,da,da,da, (forgot or never knew the damn words, and that's just lovely, too, spending the next 10 minutes trying to figure out the damn words.)
Thank God for the internet. I think the internet is a great aid in the quest to end mental illness, believe me.
It makes me believe that right now, this minute, we are in the middle of an evolutional process, only it is involving the evolution of the brain. We are now starting to learn to tap into parts of it and use more of it than we ever have before. We are forcing our brains to process more and more information, faster and faster and that has got to be causing a physical change and I really do think for the better. But, the result, as well, is mental illness. I think we'll see a spike in it, and then after awhile it will become less and less as we adapt more and more to this technologically advanced world. Survival of the fittest.
Right now our kids are living in a COMPLETELY different world than we were living in. It's hard to help them adapt in a world that we really have little comprehension of...no basis for comparison. We want things to be like they were when we were kids, and it just ain't so. Hell, MY parents thought that THEY didn't have any freedom, my kids have even less than I did. ..but that's the world we live in today. Our teenaged kids and young adults are the pioneers in this age just as our forefathers were pioneers in this country. They are paving the way and inventing this technology and there are a few that cannot handle the information that is opened up by this new technology. Some are not able to interpret the real truth in things, and some are not able to handle the real truth in things. This is why we have things like these shootings. Yeah, it might get worse for awhile, but as we learn to adapt, it will get better. A new age of civilization is being born and no birth is without pain.
That led me to think about noise sensitivity and INTERNAL noise, as well. A little known fact, and I'm not even sure it's a fact, it's just more like underground knowledge, if you will. Anyway, something little known about mental illness is that there is a brain noise that is associated with each kind of illness. ADDers report a buzz, almost like a fan on in the background. Folks with OCD have reported having a song on in tha background. Things like that. And we all know that people who suffer from psychosis have the loudest brain noise of all.
So, try to imagine this...a functioning mentally ill person's brain would sound like Ellen DeGeneres, with a fan blowing in the background, and a stupid song like...root, root root for the home team, if you don't win it's a shame...and then your internal monologue starts sounding all singsongy in the background and this is when you pause in your internal monologue to even begin to wonder where you are or what you're supposed to be doing next. And there's another internal monologue going on just trying to keep up with things, the JD from Scrubs one, if you will.
Buy me some peanuts and cracker jacks....
And then you couple that with just the general noise of people and it's amazing the progress that we have made for the mentally ill in the past few years to allow them to function because face it, the world we live in is a noisy one. A lot of these people go nuts just from noise pollution, I'm sure. You'd think that a nice quiet place would be just the ticket for these people to live, but surprisingly enough, sometimes that makes it worse, as evidenced by these latest shootings.
You know what ALL the shootings have in common? They all occured in isolated places. Isolation makes it worse for those that are mentally ill, I think. Perhaps the noise of the world helps mask out the noise of the brain. When you take away the noise of the world, all you have left is the noise of the brain and you just cannot escape it. Some people just snap. Because the brain noise is so little understood.
I think depression occurs when the inner monologue that is trying to keep track of things just gets tired. It's voice gets lost in the conundrum of noise. Sometimes it would be nice if everyone and everything would just shut the hell up for a moment already.
Could you imagine living like that?
da,da,da,da,da,da,da,da, (forgot or never knew the damn words, and that's just lovely, too, spending the next 10 minutes trying to figure out the damn words.)
Thank God for the internet. I think the internet is a great aid in the quest to end mental illness, believe me.
It makes me believe that right now, this minute, we are in the middle of an evolutional process, only it is involving the evolution of the brain. We are now starting to learn to tap into parts of it and use more of it than we ever have before. We are forcing our brains to process more and more information, faster and faster and that has got to be causing a physical change and I really do think for the better. But, the result, as well, is mental illness. I think we'll see a spike in it, and then after awhile it will become less and less as we adapt more and more to this technologically advanced world. Survival of the fittest.
Right now our kids are living in a COMPLETELY different world than we were living in. It's hard to help them adapt in a world that we really have little comprehension of...no basis for comparison. We want things to be like they were when we were kids, and it just ain't so. Hell, MY parents thought that THEY didn't have any freedom, my kids have even less than I did. ..but that's the world we live in today. Our teenaged kids and young adults are the pioneers in this age just as our forefathers were pioneers in this country. They are paving the way and inventing this technology and there are a few that cannot handle the information that is opened up by this new technology. Some are not able to interpret the real truth in things, and some are not able to handle the real truth in things. This is why we have things like these shootings. Yeah, it might get worse for awhile, but as we learn to adapt, it will get better. A new age of civilization is being born and no birth is without pain.
Friday, April 20, 2007
That's Amore...
I tell ya, I do love my kitty cat that moved into our garage. Never will she be an inside cat, though. She is so curious, she climbs all over everything, if she were in the house, she'd be driving me nuts.
She's got a pretty cool personality, she really does, too. She's a little skittish, you know, just a little close to the edge of being wild, but not quite.
Anyway, the other day, after she was out playing in the rain, she started sneezing and coughing. It was still there the next day, and the next. She was starting to look pretty darn miserable, and I was getting worried. The senior chief adores this cat, too, more than I do, I think. She's really HIS cat. Anyway, he said he thought she had a hairball. Fine. So, I go to the store and get some hairball stuff and feed it to her. Man, she ate it up, too.
A little while later I went to check on her and she was sneezing and trying to hack something up. I looked at her and I saw a little speck of green at the edge of her nose. So, I picked her up, and she really, really doesn't like to be picked up so she immediately started with the Pepe Lepeu routine..ugh. Anyway, it was a little piece of grass. I figured, hell, it had to be annoying, and I figured I'd just pluck it off of there for her.
After wrestling with her for a bit...thank God that she's calm and smart enough to know I was trying to help her, I plucked it out and it was 3 freaking inches long. No damn wonder she'd been coughing and sneezing and miserable. How in the hell she got a 3 inch piece of grass up her nose is completely beyond me, but lucky me for getting to be the one to pluck it out. Ick. She loves me to death now. She always did, she's smart enough to know I'm the one that feeds her and does all the crappy stuff. Well, except get rid of her kills. The guys take care of that for me, God Bless 'Em.
But, no way would I be plucking some crap out of something's nose unless it was part of the family, like my child or something. THAT'S Amore!
She's got a pretty cool personality, she really does, too. She's a little skittish, you know, just a little close to the edge of being wild, but not quite.
Anyway, the other day, after she was out playing in the rain, she started sneezing and coughing. It was still there the next day, and the next. She was starting to look pretty darn miserable, and I was getting worried. The senior chief adores this cat, too, more than I do, I think. She's really HIS cat. Anyway, he said he thought she had a hairball. Fine. So, I go to the store and get some hairball stuff and feed it to her. Man, she ate it up, too.
A little while later I went to check on her and she was sneezing and trying to hack something up. I looked at her and I saw a little speck of green at the edge of her nose. So, I picked her up, and she really, really doesn't like to be picked up so she immediately started with the Pepe Lepeu routine..ugh. Anyway, it was a little piece of grass. I figured, hell, it had to be annoying, and I figured I'd just pluck it off of there for her.
After wrestling with her for a bit...thank God that she's calm and smart enough to know I was trying to help her, I plucked it out and it was 3 freaking inches long. No damn wonder she'd been coughing and sneezing and miserable. How in the hell she got a 3 inch piece of grass up her nose is completely beyond me, but lucky me for getting to be the one to pluck it out. Ick. She loves me to death now. She always did, she's smart enough to know I'm the one that feeds her and does all the crappy stuff. Well, except get rid of her kills. The guys take care of that for me, God Bless 'Em.
But, no way would I be plucking some crap out of something's nose unless it was part of the family, like my child or something. THAT'S Amore!
Thursday, April 19, 2007
For Marines and Navy Folk
There is a really cool website out there...Together We Served. Check it out, hook up with old shipmates..don't know what they call fellow Marines, but you get my drift.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Discrimination
I want to talk today about the recent rash of hurt feelings in this country. Everybody's feelings are hurt over shit that people in public light have said.
I'm here to say get over it already. EVERYBODY is discriminated against in this world. Deal with it.
Yes, women get discriminated against in this country..things are unfair in some ways for mothers. So are they for fathers, so are they for men, so are they for gay people, black people, hispanic people, white people, too... There are stereotypes for every single kind of person out there. What we need to do as individuals is to conduct ourselves in such a way that we are not a part of the problem...as well as recognizing that we all want the same things in life, no matter where we live and who we are.
We all want a roof over our head. We all want to be able to live in safety. We all want enough food for ourselves and our children. We want our children to be able to live in a safe world. ALL PEOPLE EVERYWHERE want these things.
We should be able to find a way to overcome all the petty differences and get it together and change this world and make it a better place. I know for sure it isn't going to happen while we are all bickering about who gets discriminated against the most.
I'm here to say get over it already. EVERYBODY is discriminated against in this world. Deal with it.
Yes, women get discriminated against in this country..things are unfair in some ways for mothers. So are they for fathers, so are they for men, so are they for gay people, black people, hispanic people, white people, too... There are stereotypes for every single kind of person out there. What we need to do as individuals is to conduct ourselves in such a way that we are not a part of the problem...as well as recognizing that we all want the same things in life, no matter where we live and who we are.
We all want a roof over our head. We all want to be able to live in safety. We all want enough food for ourselves and our children. We want our children to be able to live in a safe world. ALL PEOPLE EVERYWHERE want these things.
We should be able to find a way to overcome all the petty differences and get it together and change this world and make it a better place. I know for sure it isn't going to happen while we are all bickering about who gets discriminated against the most.
Friday, April 13, 2007
Fred Thompson
Fred Thompson is definitely the man for the times. I watched another interview with him the other night and the more I watch him, the more I am convinced that this is our dude.
Yeah, a lot of you may be thinking about the big C, lymphoma...but use your brains. No way would the guy even be considering this if there was a chance he was going to die during his term. He doesn't strike me as being that irresponsible, think about it. As well, we all know that what he said is true. The press is going to make a big deal out of it, or at least try, but lets not buy into that bullshit. He is not in this for personal glory at all. He is in it because he thinks, no he truly believes there is something he can contribute to make this country a better place. I admire his integrity a lot and I like what he has to say, his views on things.
The money issue...that's the most brilliant part of all. He is running a campaign here, recognize it or not, but he's doing it HIS way, on HIS terms, and setting an example for the rest to follow. You do not have to spend millions and millions of dollars to show that you are the most qualified for the job. I liked what he said in response to that question..."You've got it all wrong. The money doesn't come first. The money comes in response to the person." Exactly.
Ok, Mister Thompson, what is next on your checklist? This one ain't scaring this voter away.
Yeah, a lot of you may be thinking about the big C, lymphoma...but use your brains. No way would the guy even be considering this if there was a chance he was going to die during his term. He doesn't strike me as being that irresponsible, think about it. As well, we all know that what he said is true. The press is going to make a big deal out of it, or at least try, but lets not buy into that bullshit. He is not in this for personal glory at all. He is in it because he thinks, no he truly believes there is something he can contribute to make this country a better place. I admire his integrity a lot and I like what he has to say, his views on things.
The money issue...that's the most brilliant part of all. He is running a campaign here, recognize it or not, but he's doing it HIS way, on HIS terms, and setting an example for the rest to follow. You do not have to spend millions and millions of dollars to show that you are the most qualified for the job. I liked what he said in response to that question..."You've got it all wrong. The money doesn't come first. The money comes in response to the person." Exactly.
Ok, Mister Thompson, what is next on your checklist? This one ain't scaring this voter away.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Bitch, bitch, bitch
Man, I woke up on the BITCH side of the bed this morning. I do not know why. Well, I do know why, but I don't know how to turn it OFF.
It's the time of year I do believe. It seems to me that in the spring there is one moon cycle where instead of two weeks of being a bitch, it's more like 6. This would be the moon cycle. And this is probably the time of year that the fear of little ol' me is put into effect because patience has never been one of my virtues and this time of year, I typically have the capability to go from zero to bitch in point zero five seconds or faster because this time of year Bitch is running in the background.
It may have a lot to do with the fact that I am surrounded by a buttload of testosterone and men at this time of year will TEST your patience. They get all forgetful and procrastinaty (I know that's not a word, but I was woke up 15 times in the night by my beloved snoring, give me a break, already.)
Eww...see what I mean?
You know what gets me going? Having to SEARCH for stuff at 5:30am. What the HELL? What do you mean where are your clothes? What do you mean where is your folder? For crying out loud already, do I not SAY every single day ...put your stuff in your book bag. Is your agenda in your book bag? Is your folder in your book bag? Is your homework in your book bag? Yes, Mommy. Right. Then WHY is there a note in your book bag that says you didn't have your homework and WHY is your agenda laying there on the coffee table? Every day. I mean, HOW do children manage to lose their coats in the middle of winter? Tell me. Don't they get cold? I remember when I was a kid, I sure didn't like being cold any more than I like it now. I wonder...now that I'm getting older, am I just making them wear a coat because I'm cold? No, the weather man confirms that it was only 29 degrees out one day this week. That's cold, I don't care who ya are. Sigh.
Well, I'd love to sit and bitch with y'all some more, but I have a ton of chores to do and no time to do them in, it seems like. I have to go to the store and I would much rather be cleaning my house. There is easter grass everywhere..candy wrappers..it looks like we had a party here and here we are coming up on the weekend already and I'm really sorry I took that day off right now. It seemed like the thing to do then, but I'm paying for it now, let me tell ya. And I have nobody to blame but myself.
And that's the real reason I get up in bitch mode. I really don't have anyone to blame but myself for some of this stuff, the things that irritate me. But, dayum, it's like fighting a losing battle. I yelled at every single person who left shoes in my living room, including the senior chief this morning. I loosened up on ass kicking mode, and now I'm paying the price for that too. See, they bitch when you're a bitch but they won't do what they need to do unless you're a bitch...can't have it both ways. Things have got to get done and if you don't want me all over your ass to get them done, then just do them. Pretty simple, eh? You'd think.
It's the time of year I do believe. It seems to me that in the spring there is one moon cycle where instead of two weeks of being a bitch, it's more like 6. This would be the moon cycle. And this is probably the time of year that the fear of little ol' me is put into effect because patience has never been one of my virtues and this time of year, I typically have the capability to go from zero to bitch in point zero five seconds or faster because this time of year Bitch is running in the background.
It may have a lot to do with the fact that I am surrounded by a buttload of testosterone and men at this time of year will TEST your patience. They get all forgetful and procrastinaty (I know that's not a word, but I was woke up 15 times in the night by my beloved snoring, give me a break, already.)
Eww...see what I mean?
You know what gets me going? Having to SEARCH for stuff at 5:30am. What the HELL? What do you mean where are your clothes? What do you mean where is your folder? For crying out loud already, do I not SAY every single day ...put your stuff in your book bag. Is your agenda in your book bag? Is your folder in your book bag? Is your homework in your book bag? Yes, Mommy. Right. Then WHY is there a note in your book bag that says you didn't have your homework and WHY is your agenda laying there on the coffee table? Every day. I mean, HOW do children manage to lose their coats in the middle of winter? Tell me. Don't they get cold? I remember when I was a kid, I sure didn't like being cold any more than I like it now. I wonder...now that I'm getting older, am I just making them wear a coat because I'm cold? No, the weather man confirms that it was only 29 degrees out one day this week. That's cold, I don't care who ya are. Sigh.
Well, I'd love to sit and bitch with y'all some more, but I have a ton of chores to do and no time to do them in, it seems like. I have to go to the store and I would much rather be cleaning my house. There is easter grass everywhere..candy wrappers..it looks like we had a party here and here we are coming up on the weekend already and I'm really sorry I took that day off right now. It seemed like the thing to do then, but I'm paying for it now, let me tell ya. And I have nobody to blame but myself.
And that's the real reason I get up in bitch mode. I really don't have anyone to blame but myself for some of this stuff, the things that irritate me. But, dayum, it's like fighting a losing battle. I yelled at every single person who left shoes in my living room, including the senior chief this morning. I loosened up on ass kicking mode, and now I'm paying the price for that too. See, they bitch when you're a bitch but they won't do what they need to do unless you're a bitch...can't have it both ways. Things have got to get done and if you don't want me all over your ass to get them done, then just do them. Pretty simple, eh? You'd think.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
A Little ADHD Advice
The senior chief is a little pissed at me..(giggle). I did a little experiment with the kids and when you do a for real experiment, you can't tell a soul, right? Yeah.
Here's the deal. If you have a child that you suspect has ADHD, the very first thing you want to do is check the child's diet for any signs of red dye #40. Seriously. It's in EVERYTHING. This particular dye, in my experience, causes children to become hyperactive. I found out quite by accident, believe it or not.
When the boys were younger, they were all on medication for ADHD and it worked well for them. One week, though, they were unusually rambunctious even for being unmedicated. I mean, hanging from the chandeliers in a literal kind of way rambunctious. I thought they weren't taking their medicine, so after I made sure that they were, I looked to their diet and the only things that they had been eating or drinking a lot of that was different all had the red dye in it. So, I immediately took it out of their diet and saw a big difference. I could tell when they had even been chewing GUM with red dye in it. It's the ingredient in both benadryl and dimetapp that causes excitability in children. It affects adults, too, I believe.
Anyway, I let the little people load up on some red dye this week to see if it affected them the same way...and it did. Little dude in particular. He was pretty wound up all weekend long. The senior chief says we can never do that again. I'm good..but people..check your diets. Get rid of the dye foods, it'll make life simpler.
Here's the deal. If you have a child that you suspect has ADHD, the very first thing you want to do is check the child's diet for any signs of red dye #40. Seriously. It's in EVERYTHING. This particular dye, in my experience, causes children to become hyperactive. I found out quite by accident, believe it or not.
When the boys were younger, they were all on medication for ADHD and it worked well for them. One week, though, they were unusually rambunctious even for being unmedicated. I mean, hanging from the chandeliers in a literal kind of way rambunctious. I thought they weren't taking their medicine, so after I made sure that they were, I looked to their diet and the only things that they had been eating or drinking a lot of that was different all had the red dye in it. So, I immediately took it out of their diet and saw a big difference. I could tell when they had even been chewing GUM with red dye in it. It's the ingredient in both benadryl and dimetapp that causes excitability in children. It affects adults, too, I believe.
Anyway, I let the little people load up on some red dye this week to see if it affected them the same way...and it did. Little dude in particular. He was pretty wound up all weekend long. The senior chief says we can never do that again. I'm good..but people..check your diets. Get rid of the dye foods, it'll make life simpler.
I'm Movin' Dammit
But, I ain't movin' fast. I was wore out after last week's festivities. I took yesterday off. I mean, I ordered pizza for my people took the night off.
But, it's back to the grindstone today and I feel much better for having done so. Sometimes ya just need to play hooky for a day and regroup. It's better when you can plan it in your schedule, but when you have time to plan it, then you have time to take it.
It sounds simple enough to do, but for a lot of people it is hard to just take a day off and realize that everything that is there today, will still be there tomorrow, the world will not fall apart if you take a little break. And, my people are pretty good with this, believe it or not. I don't know why or how, but they understand when mom just needs a personal day. I bet the senior chief has something to do with that, which is cool.
Believe me, I will get more done in these last 4 days I have in a week than I would have otherwise with the extra time. Sometimes life just overloads ya and you have to take the time to stand back and look at it rationally.
I am one of those people that refuse to be rushed. You either want it in a hurry or you want it right but you ain't gonna get it both ways and the more you try and rush me the worse it is. It drives people nuts, but when left alone to figure something out, I am pretty good at it.
But, last week was spring break, and there was no thinking allowed. For times like that, you better get all your thinking done before hand, have your plan and be prepared because they will take over if you're not careful. Trust me on this. And it can happen in a minute. One minute you think you're in charge and the next minute...it's like a tornado blew through.
I held on like a champ until Sunday though and I was just so tired, and they were so wired, it still looks like a tornado blew through. So, I set off into the world, lists in hand ready to once again bring order to utter chaos.
But, it's back to the grindstone today and I feel much better for having done so. Sometimes ya just need to play hooky for a day and regroup. It's better when you can plan it in your schedule, but when you have time to plan it, then you have time to take it.
It sounds simple enough to do, but for a lot of people it is hard to just take a day off and realize that everything that is there today, will still be there tomorrow, the world will not fall apart if you take a little break. And, my people are pretty good with this, believe it or not. I don't know why or how, but they understand when mom just needs a personal day. I bet the senior chief has something to do with that, which is cool.
Believe me, I will get more done in these last 4 days I have in a week than I would have otherwise with the extra time. Sometimes life just overloads ya and you have to take the time to stand back and look at it rationally.
I am one of those people that refuse to be rushed. You either want it in a hurry or you want it right but you ain't gonna get it both ways and the more you try and rush me the worse it is. It drives people nuts, but when left alone to figure something out, I am pretty good at it.
But, last week was spring break, and there was no thinking allowed. For times like that, you better get all your thinking done before hand, have your plan and be prepared because they will take over if you're not careful. Trust me on this. And it can happen in a minute. One minute you think you're in charge and the next minute...it's like a tornado blew through.
I held on like a champ until Sunday though and I was just so tired, and they were so wired, it still looks like a tornado blew through. So, I set off into the world, lists in hand ready to once again bring order to utter chaos.
Friday, April 06, 2007
OMG, It's FRIDAY!
It's cold again, dammit, and I am not one bit happy about it. I was happy with the warm days although I am happy that the pollen count is down to just the extreme level. I love how the local news channel picked different ways to describe it..."Straight Trippin'" was my favorite, ha!ha! My lungs, throat, and sinuses are still dealing with that week of straight 6,000 pollen count.
Yesterday I had to regroup and clean up from the parties we've already had, well, the one the day before anyway, and now today, I get to start planning for the next one.
Little dude is missing his big brother in a big way, but he seems to be coming to terms with it. Seeing Joe this past weekend helped a lot.
I know because of the letter he wrote to his brother with full illustration...and I do wish my scanner worked so I could scan this stuff. Time for a computer upgrade real soon.
Anyway, his letter went a little something like this:
Dear Joe,
We can't wait for you to come back. Me and Katelyn had fun with you. To me it's fare that you get to shoot target a lot of times and we don't. First you were excited but when you had to do 100 pushups you weren't excited. Then you were excited again when it was all most the day you got to shoot targets. (Stick drawing of a guy shooting at targets..bullseyes all.) Now vcr tapes are going in the basement now. Yesterday I watched a Bugs Bunny movie. (He has this tiny little drawing with two rabbit ears (just the tops of them) a bush and a sun on a screen with him watching) Write back with something good.
I don't know why that cracked me up, maybe because an 8 year old wrote it.??? The fair thing cracks me up, too. Some kids aren't as worried about it as others but I have 2..Joe and little dude who are all up into fair. I mean, they do get that life isn't fair all the time, but in those situations where you have the power to make it fair, then you damn sure better, and that's a fact, Jack. At least where these two are concerned. Sometimes, they just have to observe the trade off for themselves, because everything has a price tag attached to it.
According to Joe, cake is worth 1000+ pushups, so needless to say, he hadn't had cake in a couple of months. Sean thought that wasn't very fair, but when they are young, fair only really applies to them, but when they get a little older, and they start seeing fair apply to others, as well, then you know they've progressed. So, I guess, little dude has been in the process of evaluating his life compared to Joe's. Little dude doesn't think it's fair that ANY of his brothers should want to move away from home and lord knows, they move away from home and do COOL stuff without him...oh lordy...
So, it would appear that little dude has decided he's got a pretty good life after all. He gets cake and his brother doesn't. So there.
Yesterday I had to regroup and clean up from the parties we've already had, well, the one the day before anyway, and now today, I get to start planning for the next one.
Little dude is missing his big brother in a big way, but he seems to be coming to terms with it. Seeing Joe this past weekend helped a lot.
I know because of the letter he wrote to his brother with full illustration...and I do wish my scanner worked so I could scan this stuff. Time for a computer upgrade real soon.
Anyway, his letter went a little something like this:
Dear Joe,
We can't wait for you to come back. Me and Katelyn had fun with you. To me it's fare that you get to shoot target a lot of times and we don't. First you were excited but when you had to do 100 pushups you weren't excited. Then you were excited again when it was all most the day you got to shoot targets. (Stick drawing of a guy shooting at targets..bullseyes all.) Now vcr tapes are going in the basement now. Yesterday I watched a Bugs Bunny movie. (He has this tiny little drawing with two rabbit ears (just the tops of them) a bush and a sun on a screen with him watching) Write back with something good.
I don't know why that cracked me up, maybe because an 8 year old wrote it.??? The fair thing cracks me up, too. Some kids aren't as worried about it as others but I have 2..Joe and little dude who are all up into fair. I mean, they do get that life isn't fair all the time, but in those situations where you have the power to make it fair, then you damn sure better, and that's a fact, Jack. At least where these two are concerned. Sometimes, they just have to observe the trade off for themselves, because everything has a price tag attached to it.
According to Joe, cake is worth 1000+ pushups, so needless to say, he hadn't had cake in a couple of months. Sean thought that wasn't very fair, but when they are young, fair only really applies to them, but when they get a little older, and they start seeing fair apply to others, as well, then you know they've progressed. So, I guess, little dude has been in the process of evaluating his life compared to Joe's. Little dude doesn't think it's fair that ANY of his brothers should want to move away from home and lord knows, they move away from home and do COOL stuff without him...oh lordy...
So, it would appear that little dude has decided he's got a pretty good life after all. He gets cake and his brother doesn't. So there.
Thursday, April 05, 2007
Signs
Signs, signs, everywhere are signs....
One thing I've always asked my kids to do for me is if they have someplace they need to be or some function to attend, whatever, PLEASE write it down. This has been a losing battle until recently.
Overnight, the value of signs has been discovered by the whole family, it seems. Signs appeared in the bathrooms...please flush the toilet...please wash your hands.
Then, outside the kitchen, appeared a list of rules made up by my daughter for little dude....no yelling, no running, no cussing, don't stand in front of the tv, no fighting, play with the dog outside.
And then there was the list that appeared...Things we DO NOT leave in the yard, then the list, and the following statement.."If we can keep these things out of the lawn we can significantly reduce the chance of breaking the lawn mower. Even though the people who mow the lawn, check when the grass is tall, things become concealed."
Seriously.
And there's nothing funnier than watching little dude do chores. He seems to think that because he does chores..he has the right to BITCH about doing the chores. That's what he sees everyone else do...stomp around and mutter under their breath about how inconsiderate people are but when you see someone 3 feet tall doing it, it's just funny, I don't care who ya are.
I do love how creative they get though.
One thing I've always asked my kids to do for me is if they have someplace they need to be or some function to attend, whatever, PLEASE write it down. This has been a losing battle until recently.
Overnight, the value of signs has been discovered by the whole family, it seems. Signs appeared in the bathrooms...please flush the toilet...please wash your hands.
Then, outside the kitchen, appeared a list of rules made up by my daughter for little dude....no yelling, no running, no cussing, don't stand in front of the tv, no fighting, play with the dog outside.
And then there was the list that appeared...Things we DO NOT leave in the yard, then the list, and the following statement.."If we can keep these things out of the lawn we can significantly reduce the chance of breaking the lawn mower. Even though the people who mow the lawn, check when the grass is tall, things become concealed."
Seriously.
And there's nothing funnier than watching little dude do chores. He seems to think that because he does chores..he has the right to BITCH about doing the chores. That's what he sees everyone else do...stomp around and mutter under their breath about how inconsiderate people are but when you see someone 3 feet tall doing it, it's just funny, I don't care who ya are.
I do love how creative they get though.
Shoes
Being on the highway as much as I am in a given year, there is something that has always puzzled me. The shoes laying on the side of the road.
Mostly they are sneakers. I don't believe I've ever noticed a pair of pumps or girly shoes, now that I think about it. But, there's just so MANY shoes. Solitary shoes, shoes with strings, shoes without strings, pairs of shoes tied together.
It makes me wonder where they came from, how they came to be lying on the side of the road like that? Do they belong to workers who have to change shoes and they just fall out of the truck? Do they belong to accident victims who have no need of them anymore? Is this a secret way that guys dispose of their old sneakers? Toss them out in the road? Thank God I've never spotted a child's shoe, either, in my wanderings, then I might ask less questions and have more answers.
Do these shoes come from suitcases of people stopping by the side of the road and searching frantically for something? Are their cars just so messy that the shoes fall out when they climb out to go pee in the woods? Why is it only certain types of shoes, namely sneakers and boots?
Ah, questions that have no answers....
Mostly they are sneakers. I don't believe I've ever noticed a pair of pumps or girly shoes, now that I think about it. But, there's just so MANY shoes. Solitary shoes, shoes with strings, shoes without strings, pairs of shoes tied together.
It makes me wonder where they came from, how they came to be lying on the side of the road like that? Do they belong to workers who have to change shoes and they just fall out of the truck? Do they belong to accident victims who have no need of them anymore? Is this a secret way that guys dispose of their old sneakers? Toss them out in the road? Thank God I've never spotted a child's shoe, either, in my wanderings, then I might ask less questions and have more answers.
Do these shoes come from suitcases of people stopping by the side of the road and searching frantically for something? Are their cars just so messy that the shoes fall out when they climb out to go pee in the woods? Why is it only certain types of shoes, namely sneakers and boots?
Ah, questions that have no answers....
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Fred Dalton Thompson...
For President...HELL YEAH! Remember, you heard it here first.
Check out the guy's voting record. Check out his EXPERIENCE. Listen to what he says and how he says it. It's a no brainer as far as I am concerned.
Check out the guy's voting record. Check out his EXPERIENCE. Listen to what he says and how he says it. It's a no brainer as far as I am concerned.
Harry Potter Predictions
I've been wanting to do this post for awhile but I wanted to time it just right.
First of all, we must all be in agreement that Snape heard the entire prophesy. That's right, Dumbledore lied, not once, but twice. And, understandably so. If we operate under the theory that Snape is a good guy, then giving Harry that knowledge with the Dark Lord having direct access to Harry's mind, which he is very unable to keep closed, would mark certain death for Snape. That is obviously something Dumbledore wanted to prevent. Now, the thing that proves that Snape is good is the fact that he did, indeed, hear the whole prophesy and only reported half of it to Voldemort. He set the Dark Lord up to fulfill the prophesy and bring about his own destruction.
OR
Snape is evil. We still must operate under the theory that Snape heard the whole prophesy. Now, it could be that Harry himself is a red herring and that he isn't really the chosen one. That would make Neville the chosen one. Neville has just received a new wand, Neville also has motivation to bring about the demise of Voldemort. So, if Neville is the chosen one, that makes Snape evil because he knew and didn't ensure the protection of Neville, instead focusing on Harry. There must be a reason that Neville's boggart is what it is. He picks on Neville WORSE than he picks on Harry. As well, Neville's strength is herbology which is the framework for potions. So, Neville is probably not as bad at potions as we've been led to believe, he's just so damn nervous, we haven't seen the full scope of his talents. Of all the characters in the books, though, Neville has made the most progress since Book 5.
One theory is mine, the other is the senior chief's...I can't wait to find out which of us is right!
First of all, we must all be in agreement that Snape heard the entire prophesy. That's right, Dumbledore lied, not once, but twice. And, understandably so. If we operate under the theory that Snape is a good guy, then giving Harry that knowledge with the Dark Lord having direct access to Harry's mind, which he is very unable to keep closed, would mark certain death for Snape. That is obviously something Dumbledore wanted to prevent. Now, the thing that proves that Snape is good is the fact that he did, indeed, hear the whole prophesy and only reported half of it to Voldemort. He set the Dark Lord up to fulfill the prophesy and bring about his own destruction.
OR
Snape is evil. We still must operate under the theory that Snape heard the whole prophesy. Now, it could be that Harry himself is a red herring and that he isn't really the chosen one. That would make Neville the chosen one. Neville has just received a new wand, Neville also has motivation to bring about the demise of Voldemort. So, if Neville is the chosen one, that makes Snape evil because he knew and didn't ensure the protection of Neville, instead focusing on Harry. There must be a reason that Neville's boggart is what it is. He picks on Neville WORSE than he picks on Harry. As well, Neville's strength is herbology which is the framework for potions. So, Neville is probably not as bad at potions as we've been led to believe, he's just so damn nervous, we haven't seen the full scope of his talents. Of all the characters in the books, though, Neville has made the most progress since Book 5.
One theory is mine, the other is the senior chief's...I can't wait to find out which of us is right!
Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday to Jake today! He's 19 and happy as a clam. His dinner tonight will consist of burgers, an inch thick and slow cooked on the grill with some different seasonings. French fries..fried in peanut oil...ever since I switched to peanut oil, you can really taste the difference when you have something that isn't fried in peanut oil. As well, there will be a salad with the homemade dressing and followed up with a cheesecake. I don't make good cheesecakes for some reason, so this one came from the Atlanta Cheesecake Factory.
Since it's during the week, we don't have a late party planned or anything. His best friend stopped by last night and they did something together to honor the occasion.
Yesterday we spent the afternoon at the lake letting the little ones swim. Sean's little lips turned blue, the water is so cold, but like most kids, they didn't care. It was nice to be able to just sit in the sun for a couple of hours. Unfortunately, reading or any other activity that takes my eyes off the kids is not allowed. Experience has taught me that with water and kids, things can happen real damn fast. But, since yesterday was the only warm day we're going to have this week, it was the perfect day for that.
Now all I have to do is find a way to keep them occupied the rest of the week while still putting together a menu for Easter and all the good stuff they like. It always seems that when they have a vacation, I have so much more to do and I never get to actually enjoy it with them...I'm always enjoying it from in the kitchen. I got some cool egg kits this year, so that ought to be fun.
Yeah, this post is pretty lame. I thought I had so much more to say when I started it.
Since it's during the week, we don't have a late party planned or anything. His best friend stopped by last night and they did something together to honor the occasion.
Yesterday we spent the afternoon at the lake letting the little ones swim. Sean's little lips turned blue, the water is so cold, but like most kids, they didn't care. It was nice to be able to just sit in the sun for a couple of hours. Unfortunately, reading or any other activity that takes my eyes off the kids is not allowed. Experience has taught me that with water and kids, things can happen real damn fast. But, since yesterday was the only warm day we're going to have this week, it was the perfect day for that.
Now all I have to do is find a way to keep them occupied the rest of the week while still putting together a menu for Easter and all the good stuff they like. It always seems that when they have a vacation, I have so much more to do and I never get to actually enjoy it with them...I'm always enjoying it from in the kitchen. I got some cool egg kits this year, so that ought to be fun.
Yeah, this post is pretty lame. I thought I had so much more to say when I started it.
Monday, April 02, 2007
Living in The Moment
Sometimes a moment is all you have. As you can see, we got a moment with our Army boy this weekend. He got a weekend pass from 0900 Sat. morning to 1500 Sun. afternoon.
I can't tell you how very grateful I am for that time. It also was my 16 yr old's birthday and he was particularly happy, as well.
Army boy only had a few requests. He wanted to drive his truck, drink a beer, and eat a good meal. We managed to do a bit more than that for him, though. We made sure his best friend from the 8th grade was here. He is in the Marine reserves, so it was cool watching them tell boot camp stories. There was a lot of funny stories told and now I am more educated on matters such as full battle rattle..(I just love how that sounds...LOL) MRE's, bivouacs, and all kinds of other new acronyms that I must learn and then try and equate the equivalent to. I mean, we didn't do rucksacks in the Navy, eh.
On the food end of it, I started off Friday night making the chili so it would be ready when we walked in the door Saturday afternoon. It was about a 2.5 hour drive from here to there so yes, 10 hours of our weekend was spent driving. Anyway, I accidentally added more cayenne pepper than I usually do so my chili was particularly warm but in a good way this time. I might just make that mistake again. We had baked tortilla chips and cheese to go with. After we cleared away lunch, I got to work on the rest of the meal starting with the mojo paste to put on the pork tenderloins. The mojo paste consists of jalapenos, onions, cilantro, and chipotle peppers in adobo sauce pureed together into a paste which is then rubbed on the pork tenderloins which have already been seasoned with a southwest blend of seasonings, salt, and pepper. The senior chief took over from there and seared the tenderloins on the grill and then moved them over to cook indirectly. Accompanying the tenderloins were some fresh corn cobs that were roasted over the fire, and russet potatoes, which were also roasted over the fire. In addition to that, there was a salad that consisted of romaine lettuce, grape tomatoes, cucumber, red onions, green peppers, freshly fried bacon bits, boiled eggs, croutons and roasted almonds with homemade with the sour cream ranch dressing. To finish we had strawberry shortcake with homemade vanilla ice cream.
For breakfast in the morning it was bacon, eggs to order, blueberry muffins and pancakes with fresh strawberries that were good and juiced so as to make a strawberry syrup.
There were no leftovers.
As he was patting his stomach, Army boy said he just could not wait to hear "the guys" bragging about all the McDonald's they ate on their time off. He was invited to party with some of the other guys, but he said that all they were going to do was get drunk til they puked and try and find women with bad reputations. That cracked me up that he said it like that.
Every now and then he would shoot me a sideways look while explaining something or another and some of the stuff they are taught is pretty cold and harsh, but war is cold and harsh, so I get it...but apparently they must emphasize that mothers can't handle the truth or something somehow in bootcamp because finally I looked at him and said something to the effect that he could consider me different from those mothers they talk about because how many of those mothers are veterans themselves, eh? He was like...OH YEAH..duh. I reassured him that I am good with the truth, whatever of the truth he is able to talk about, of course, but, that seemed to relieve him a lot.
Birthday boy had a great day as well. I slipped him some cash as a present this year and he was thrilled! Cash is keen when your seventeen.
I am exhausted and this weekend only kicked off the festivities. It is spring break, I have another birthday the day after tomorrow, and then Easter is this weekend.
This is my favorite time of year, that which I label busy season. There is always a reason for a party this time of year and that helps keep morale up! It helps give us something to look forward to during the winter. I guess that's why I'm so damn lazy during the winter, too, because this isn't going to let up again until Christmas, really. And that is FINE with me. I'm ready to start seizing some moments again!
Carpe Diem!!!
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