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Saturday, January 10, 2009

You have to get up pretty early in the morning....

To pull the wool over Bow's eyes..

This morning BR woke me up at 8:20. Last night he had brought his semi to my grandfathers and I went to get him. Around 1am. His pickup was still parked at the yard. So, it stands to reason I had to take him BACK to his truck this morning.

Bow had woken up around 7:45 and Matt had came in our room, got him and was playing with him.

BR was dressed and ready adn I got up and came into the living room. Bow doesnt like his daddy to leave, so he was trying to climb his leg. I snuck by and out the door, hopeing to leave him behind.

Well, I made it out the door and BR hugged him bye, put him down and started out. Bow was waving and closing the door behind him. Unforunatly I picked that exact moment to start my truck. Now if you are not around a deisel truck much, they are very distinctive. And Bow KNOWS my truck.

Matter of fact, when Rayley was a baby I had my other truck, it was a little older, had a bigger engine and sounded so good. All of my kids would fall asleep the second they hit the seats. (even as school age kids). But she would NOT sleep in a regular car. I kid you not. One time we went with my grandfather on about a 6 hour road trip. she screamed the WHOLE time. She was SOOO tired. but wouldnt sleep in anything except MY truck.
Anyway, the second he heard it start up, he jerked the front door back open and grunted. Thats his universal sound. He doesnt talk, he grunts. He will say "daddy" and "I did it" but everything else is a grunt. BR tried to catch him, but he was out the door and headed down the steps. He was going no matter what. So BR brought him out. He was so glad to see me, he thought I was still asleep.

So I had to strap him in and off we went.

I am thinking that BR lost this one. I was out. and I was in the clear. He is the one who didnt get away.

When we got home I decided to go on to town. Yesterday my Mother in Law, Martha had told the kids they could stay with her on Sat. My mother told them the same thing. and my sister in law called, she wanted them too.
I told them all no, that BR would be home and wanted to see them.
BUT this morning I told them they could go and visit. I called my mom, Martha was gone to town, and my grandfather. He is going on a job tomorrow and wont see them for a few weeks. He hadnt seen the boys yesterday so he did want to see them, my mom wanted them and since they live side by side it worked out well.

I got everyone ready, loaded everyone up and off we went. The boys jumped out, eager to go to my grandfathers, they were putting up a few gates on the horse pasture, and I took the younger heathens into my moms. Well Bow knew what was up. so he wouldnt walk away. Finally I was measuring Rayleys waist so I could buy her a belt. Bow was trying to get the tape. So I used it to my advantage. I decided to toss it and make him fetch it. The first time he went a few feet, brought it back, the next time a little further. Then, the next time I tossed it good and hauled butt.

AHA! I outsmarted him!

Apparently, after I left, he walked around the house with the tape measure grunting and looking for me. He wasnt upset. He just wanted to fetch some more. But my mother wouldnt do it, cause she thinks its mean to treat him like a puppy.

Beings how I have had 4 kids, and got 3 of them pert near raised. This is not mean. Its entertainment.

Oh and speaking of kids and puppies. When you give a kid peanut butter, its not near as cute as when you give it to a dog. Apparently the lack of fingers and thumbs is what makes it Funny and not messy when its a dog.

I ran a few erronds, got pert near 50.00 worth of stuff for free at walgreens. (check out my other blog www.byerlybudget.blogspot.com) And then started home. BR's pickup was out of gas, so I drove to the yard, traded trucks with him, and brought his back. I swear driving that truck is like riding a mule on a trampoline. And its smaller than a sardine can. I am used to my big, roomy, and smooth (okay, so no SuperDuty F350 4X4 is smooth, but its smootherER).

Anyway, I drove it over, filled it up and headed to get the kids. My grandfather had the oldest 3. He had managed to get away from barnicle bow, cause he caught him during a nap and took the eldest 3 out for lunch. When I got there they scattered right fast and in a hurry. So I sat down and talked to him for a while. It wasnt long before I decided that I should at least fetch Bow from mother. Matt came through and I told him to get the tea out of the truck, take it to mothers and bring me back Bow.
He got him a drink and started outside.
"what 'cha doin Matty?"
"goin to play"
"no, Go get that tea....."
"oh yeah! getting that tea, takin it to Marmie and then playin"
"no, then get your brother"
"where is he?"
"outside playing with you. DONT TELL ME YOU LOST MY KID!!"
the door slammed.
A few minutes later mother called.
"bow wants you"
"I told Matt to get him"
"well, he came over here, gave me my tea, said "OH THANK GOD, I thought we had lost him" and then walked out."
"that mo-ron!"
"well, when he ran out with out Bow he started throwin a fit"
"alright, I'll come get him"
So I went and fetched him.
when I had related all this to my grandfather he said that yesterday, he had latched on to Aunt Jean and ate everything she handed him, then when it came time to leave he refused. He said he threw a walleyed fit.

Yesterday I was going to go to town, do my deals and get it over with. But after I dropped off BR, I came home to get dressed and Aunt Jean called. She wanted to see the kids. I told her we would be there at 3. I was no more than off the phone with her when Martha called. Elrays truck should get ready today, if it is, would I drive him to Lufkin. Yes. But I didnt cancle with Aunt Jean, incase it wasnt ready.

Rayley and I spent the day argueing with Bow. When I finally got him down for a nap, she wanted to play cards. I really didnt. But being the nice, loving and indulgent mother that I am, I relented.

Then she disapeared. "whew!"
But no luck, the brat came back toting her dads poker case.
"Rayley, I cant play poker"
"seriously, Rayley, I dont know how to play poker"
"its not poker silly, its Texas Hold 'em"
"BUT I CANT PLAY. I really dont know how"
"its not rocket science ya know"
Yep, I am raising a hellion...
so she fretted, and she whined, and she begged. I really didnt want to play poker. and I really cant. not well.
Finally I convinced the brat to play Go Fish. She was skeptical. But I told her it was easy.
I explained the whole concept, and she pulled out the chips while I was shuffiling the cards.
"Rayley we dont use chips for Go Fish"
"then how do you know who wins?"
"by who has the most cards"
"ohhhhh" she said, obviously disapointed
I explained again about the pairs
"what about the suits?"
"just as long as they are pairs, kings with kings, jacks with jacks"
"Aces High?"
"that DOES NOT matter. they are all worth the same"
"what about flushes and straits?"
"there are none. its just pairs"
"well thats stupid, everyone knows that straits are better than a pair"

The child beat me. I kid you not. and I dont let my kids win.
Luckily, Bow woke up during the next game. Since we try to keep him from ingesting too many paper products, especially those coated in plastic, we had to put it up.

She did tell me later that it wasnt a bad game, but not quite as 'thrilling' as winning a big pot.

SHe is FOUR.
She cant even count past 10. well 12. maybe 19. But still...

After we picked up our game, I put Bow in the tub. It was time to get presentable and go visit. I wasnt going to do much, I had on my typical yoga pants (not that I do yoga, but I dont know of another name for them... ) and a T shirt. Rayley dressed as a hobo princess, and the phone rang. Martha asking me to call the truck place, She cant call long distance from work, and they hadnt called her. So I did. yep it was ready. so I had to change my plans. I called Aunt Jean to cancle. SHe was disapointed. So I decided to ask Hunney (my grandfather.. remind me to tell you why I call him that one day) if he would take them over there, he goes every day for the 3 oclock visit anyway, and then drop them at mothers when they were done.
No problem. So I got Rayley to quit crying, dressed myself, and ran to get Elray. He hemhawed around. Toby would take him, no sense in me wasting the time, Martha would be home soon, Well, we could take his other truck, (NO. I dont drive anything but mine. AC, good radio, brakes are right, wheel doesnt turn 180 degrees before the wheels do, and it doesnt bounce all over the road like a mule on a trampoline. (its a ford, but they dont grasp the 'slow down' when they hit a bump... )

anyway, I told him that BR wanted me to pick up his tractor part, so I had to go anyway. And had to get Matts boots, so it wasnt a wasted trip.

He relented, we left. On the way I called about BR's tractor. They had tld me they kept the switch we needed in stock. I just wanted to swing by and get one. Sorry, they were out. They'd order it.

while I was waiting on Elray at the bank I called Cavenders. Sorry, Matts boots were not in yet. try next week...

Finally we get the money, head to get the truck. then we head home. Now mind you this is an hour one way trip. So when I got home I had to gather up the kids (the boys were at Martha's) from 2 differnt houses and go home.

Anyway, since Hunney had seen Bow yesterday, he just had the oldest ones today. When we left there, We headed home. I had no more than pulled up and Martha called. Could she have them now? Well hell, had she answered the phone at any time in the last 6 hours, she would have known that I was trying to get her to go get them so she could have her time too.

When she arrived I was a little afraid that she was not thinking she would have to take Bow. He is at the age now, where noone will get away with out taking him.

She came in and talked to me for a few minutes, then started to leave. The kids had all put on shoes and were already in her truck. Well she decided to screw with Bow. So she hugged him bye and tried to give him to me. She learned why I call him a barnicle. He was NOT getting down. he would hold on with his legs around her waist and throw himself backwards, arching his back but wouldnt relent.

she finally got him down. then headed to the door. I told him "get your shoes, and hurry" he grabed some shoes on the floor and beat her to the door. He was GOING.

So she picked him up. He would wave at me and grunt, but wouldnt even tell me bye cause he was afraid I would take him.

4 hours later when she walked in her first words were "Now I know why you are a basketcase"
"was he fun?"
"he is in EVERYTHING. wants EVERYTHING, will NOT take no for an answer, and doesnt realize he is a baby. TILL he decides he wont get out of your lap!"
"if it was me, I'd get a job and put him in Daycare"
"thats a good idea"
"NOT MY DAYCARE!! somehwere ELSE!"
I was laughing at this point.

She said that he was in her lap once, and Rayley came over, so he kicked and hit and pushed her till she went and got in Amanda's lap. So he got down and pushed her out of Amanda's lap.

Now this is the fault of the kids. Cause when he would be sitting here being good, they would come over screwing with him, playing that they were going to push him out. trying to get a rise out of him.

I didnt think I would ever get him to settle down. I dont know what all he has ate in the last 2 days, but I can promise you, he has had enough sugar to choke a horse.

WHen she went to leave, all the kids were in their rooms playing, and she got up and started towards the door. He decided he wanted to go with her again. I really didnt know she could still run that fast if someone wasnt chasing her with a lizard.

I managed to get them all asleep. Although Rayley is starting to run a fever, I let her sleep in here in the floor in her sleeping bag. But they all wanted to stay away and wait on their dad. I nixed that idea. He might not be home till midnight and I wanted them asleep well before then!

oh and I did get Rayley a cowboy belt today. I took back Matt's boots, got a gift card and spent some of it to get her a pretty pink belt to match her Fat Babies. it even has diamond rhinestones on it. I hope it fits. I couldnt give it to her, cause I left it in MY truck, which is still at BR's yard, and he aint home...

Just my luck. Oh and I left the dadgum oranges in there too. its supposed to freeze tonight, so now I will have frozen orange sicles. I wouldnt care, but I have been craving an orange since I got them today.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

ahhhh to be young and impressionable again....

When the kids came home yesterday BRett came running up to the door, he was whispering if they could go to Me-Me's. I dont like for them to go anywhere, not on a school night, when they have homework,and when BR will be home. But I relented adn I said they could go for an hour. Of course Bow saw him, thats why he was whispering... And Rayley had heard me talkng, so she came out of her room to greet her brothers, but they were leaving. I told her to run and she could go too. SO she did. Bow also ran, to the door, opened it and started with his 'gimme' hand. and hollerin.

He went on the porch and BRett came running back up. Seems she had decided that he could go too. I gathered him up some clothes and sent him on his way. He was SOOOO thrilled, noone ever takes him when they take the older kids. he always gets left behind.

I spent the time they were gone getting supper together and getting the kitchen cleaned again. So much for quiet me time..

They arrived home about 55 minutes later, and were telling me about their days. I was still cooking and Matt was standing there explaining all about his conversations at school.

I was pretty much speechless before he was half way through it. I mean, I knew my kids would learn there wasnt a Santa Clause at school, would hear about sex, maybe drugs, know what a pokimon card is and all about video games already, thanks to school, but this shocked even ME.

BR walked in right after he was done.
"guess what our dear and impresionable child learned in school today" I think he could tell from my tone of voice that I was being slightly faceious.
"the delicate inctracies of building an atomic bomb?" He asked innocently and tounge in cheek.
"NO! even better!!"
"really?, what did you learn today Matt?"
"how to make crack"

Yep. You heard me right.

This is the story as I remember it (I do think at one point I blacked out, I do remember the room going fuzzy, Matts voice fading away, and not coming back to reality until I burned myself.)
"guess what Little Johnny told me today?" (*little Johnny is the same one that they got in trouble wiht about the bombs, the one that brought all the componants to school?... yep)
"that he has a new fool proof plan to get you kicked out permentaly?"
"nope, that his older brother went to jail for sellin crack on the streets"
"He just told you this? why? where did you see him? you are NOT supposed to be playing with him, I asked y'all to PLEASE refrain from socalizing with people that you have a criminal history with!"
"Mooom, we wernt arrested, we aint criminals yet" Brett said.
"Yeah, I made sure, I asked my teacher" matt chimed in.
"well, close enough, DO you know how old I was before I met with a Lt, a Chief of Police AND a seargent all in one room? Matter of fact, the ONLY time I even MET a sherrif was when he had to kiss Pork Chop in that contest at the Rodeo" (Pork Chop is my pot bellied pig, I used to volunteer him for fundraisers)
"yesss mom... we know, you were just days shy of your 33rd birthday" THey both said in unison.
"And just think, now you can mark that off your bucket list" I dont really know which one said this, but they are lucky I was covered in biscut dough and flour...

"back to the subject, I did ask y'all to not play with him, I think the less togetherness y'all have, the less you will be watched by the ATF and FBI"
"mom, your hillarious, do you really think the FBI knows us?, cause they would be cool to work for, anyway, it was at lunch, I dont have a choice who I sit beside, they make us sit how we walk in"
"oh... stupid rules..what ever happened to cliques? and being able to ostrosize those kids who were bullies and mean, and stank?"
"whats a clique?"
"nevermind, your story please??"
"oh, so anyway, he told me that his brother got busted for sellin crack on the streets"
"I cant belive he just goes around tellin folks this"
"I know, ... I dont plan on tellin noone when Brett goes to jail."
"He might not go to jail.."
"ehh, maybe not, but if he does, can I have his side of the room too?"
"Mattt, so was there a police chase? Did they tazer him? was he all strung up?"
"brett, you mean strung out. and I dont think cops in Jasper have tazers"
"I dont know all that, I just know he went to jail for sellin crack on the streets" (he keeps saying this, like sellin crack in an apartment has a differnt sentence or something.. or does it? .... )
"well, thats sad for that family, I doubt they are crackheads, but sometimes when kids get older you cant do anything to make them stay on the strait and narrow short of tying them in their rooms"
So the boys start talkign about something else. Then Matt says.
"I know what goes in crack!"
"well, not crack- crack, but in methcane."
"methcane?, You mean cocaine?"
"oh wait no. its crack cocaine, and methafedremines" Brett said
"how do you know this?"
"they teach us about drugs in school"
"aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggggggg" "so they taught you how to make crack, or meth of what the hell ever?"
"NOoo moooom, Johnny told me what you put in there"
"yeah, why?, its just stuff like benadryl but something diffent, you have it here, and then fingernail polish, and .... I cant remember the other stuff. I'll have to think about it.."

It was hard not to purge my cabinets of all sudafed, fingernail polish removers and what ever else you need, just in case they have the school bugged to see if my kids are homegrown terrorists..

But 3rd grade! seriously!!
At least Rayley wasnt in here, she has a big mouth and I can just imagine her saying to someone "my brother knows how to make crack"

And around here, instead of calling someone an idiot, or a dummy, all of the time, we use the term crackhead. They have heard it. Its just a derogitory name that we use with love. I mean I dont let them call each other buttmuncher, or poopoohead, and other stupid kid names. They are just too gross..

Not a big deal, I mean everyone here is always pickin at someone, so, we are at supper, and Brett did something, To which Matt replied, "Oh shut up crackhead"
And Rayley said "why are you callin him that? did he make crack too?"

Once supper was over, I remembered to ask Brett if he had a point off today.
"for waht?"
"asking her how to do something"
"in what way did you ask?"
"I went to her desk"
"okay, then what happened?"
"I asked How tp do this"
"I mean what were the circumstances?"
"I was confused, so I went to her desk and asked a question"
"and this resulted in you loosing a point how?"
"I dont know"
"well you DID loose a point, so what happened from start to finish?"
"We couldnt talk, so I went to her desk all queit, asked for clarification (yes, he said that) on this problem, I belive you told me it was FUBAR last time I tried to get your help,....
"YOU DIDNT......."
"heheheheh, no, I didnt.. I know that that means, I aint stupid"
"thats debatable... so... clarification...."
"oh yeah, so I asked for clarification, she helped me, I got it and as I was turning away to go to my desk, she told me "and you now have a point lost Brett"
"for waht?"
"cause I got up to ask a question"
"okay. as long as you wernt being an ass."
"all day? or just right then?"
"please leave the room"

He got a point off day before yesterday for talking, and for not having his launguage arts book. He says he hasnt seen it since ISS. of course they had lost his Social Studies book while he was in ISS. and YES, they lost it. He never saw it, and it was gone. Found in someone else' cubby the last day of school before break.

And he has came home and said his math book was missing a few times, come to find out, kids are prone to just grabbing one they see stickin out of cubbys. cause they all look alike. There are no paper covers on them. We used to have to put paper covers on ours. provided BY the school. with ads all over them. So I am betting they were provided by the buinisses around town. BUT our books were always personalized. Not now, they dont have covers, they dont provide them, and I aint buyin none of them cloth ones.

I have looked in his room. no book, so I fiqure its somewhere else. oh well. whats a few points off? its not like he isnt collecting them like badges...

I cant wait till we get to 5th grade. Kids over there are having sex and doing drugs IN school. not just talking about it.

My mother in law had asked Rayley if she wanted to go to Daycare today and play, she was thrilled to get to go, so she got up this morning with the boys and went. She spent hours last night picking out what she would wear. We settled on a valour running suit (in black) with her pink barbie shirt underneath. And her pink tennie shoes and then had to decide how to fix her hair.

She also insisted on making a lunch.

When she left this morning she told me "now I know what it feels like to be a REAL kid"

Now, in light of all this, I am trying to come up with poems for the Teacher Appriciation week. IT is printed on card stock, decorated up and laid on their plate when we send them to lunch.

This is from last year

Teachers are angels,
with out wings or halo's
Teachers are hero's
with out fanfare and press
to mold a young mind, to hug a young heart,
with compassion and love you shine each day
and for that we Thank You.

This is what I have came up with today... I think I need more caffine.

In your hands are the future
The lives which you will mold
Their Hearts are pure
Their Dreams are gold
With out you to lure
There will be no minds to mold


Day after day
Week after week
All our kids do is play
Quiet classes do you seek
Sit down, don’t run, be still you say
And yet havoc do they reek
Points off you cry ; its not worth the pay
No wise choice for you you little geek
I’m telling your mom, she should see the fray
Kids now days could drive a teacher to drink!


Angels don’t come with Halo’s and wings
They are armed with rulers and pencils and things
In your hands are our future
In your class is our dreams
Our babies you teach,
Our children* you mold
Without your devotion
Our world would surely fold

*or our future
Children are precious
Teachers are few
Ours are so lucky
To have gotten YOU!

Your life’s work comes down to this
Should you let him pass
or fail his sorry….

Teachers are angels,
with out wings or halo's
Teachers are hero's
without fanfare and press
to mold a young mind, to hug a young heart,
Teachers are fearless, amazing and grand

We thank you for caring,
For the hugs and the smiles,
wiping the tears and the dirt,
And being part of the trials.
Youth is fleeting, only a year you have seen,
But Young ladies and gents from your widsom have gleened,
The love and support, the lessons and work,
You have our support, our thanks and our awe
WIth out teachers, our minds would be small.
THis is to Thank you,
To say what we cant.
To give you your due,
for the ideas you plant
and dreams you brew

E-- Energized

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

A major misconception....

Okay, I KNOW that this woman is NOT trying to be rude, BUT, everytime I go into a store here in town with my coupons, to get a REALLY good deal (check out my other blog to find out about my money makin shampoo! they paid me to buy it! :) )

anyway, she always says "Yep, I can tell you dont work, since you have time to do that"

WEll, No I dont get paid to do a damn thing. Instead in the last month alone I have spent a minimum of 30 hours a week doing volunteer work for the school, during baseball season, I am usually team mom for 2 differnt teams, take my kids an hour BEFORE practice starts and practice with them MYSELF, before a coach shows up. (if we have a coach, last year ours quit half way through the season, putting it on us that would show up). I do all the typical things that a working mother does for her home, I cook, I clean, I wash clothes, I pay all the bills, I fix alot the broken things in the house (BR and hammers DONT mix...), I do work on the computer, I make a little pocket change, I take care of BR's 'call and do this, or find out about this' lists, I cut and file and clip hundreds of coupons a week, (which is made much easier by the ladies at www.hotcouponworld.com I can go there and see what deals they have found and steal them or modify them for my own), I volunteer with the friends of the NRA, the National Wild Turkey Federation, I help out the great aunts and uncles and grandparents when they call, During summer I pick a very large garden, I put up hundreds of packages of food, I deal with my kids horses, all the while toting a 25 pound whining brat. Oh and I manage to watch TV all day and sit on the couch.

Now I am NOT supermom. My house is very seldom picked up for more than 5 minutes, there are always at least 5 loads of laundry to be done, and I am always rushing around. I never 'run' to town. when I go there is a list of erronds at least 6 long. everything from paying a bill, to buying fishfood, or going into 7 differnt stores for differnt things.

BUT I have worked full time jobs, and to be honest, I had MORE time then. People expected less of me.

My coupons are NEVER done, I miss out on alot of deals because I cant do them until everyone goes to sleep. and now that BR is working days, he doesnt understand me being awake at 1am doing stuff for ME. (of course when he worked nights, he would call me until well past 1am to talk when he was sitting at a well filling up or unloading).

Did I mention that I get up at 5:30 to get the kids ready for school? Just this morning I couldnt decide, it was 6:25. Bow was still asleep, Rayley was still asleep, the kids and BR were gone, and I really wanted to take a little nap. Should I get a few hours of sleep or work on my coupons? I wouldnt be able to do it once the human trash compactor woke up. He likes to eat them. or at the very least, wait till my back is turned so he can scatter them from hell to breakfast.

Once the kids get home, they want to eat, I feed them, clean up, then start supper. I dont even sit down again until at least 9. when I am sure they are all asleep and its ME time.

All day long, anytime I DO sit here and play on the computer, I have at LEAST one kid in my lap. And there is usually one beside me. and they fight. kicking and screamin and punching, to see who can keep their seat longest.

I wasnt exageratin when I said I always have a kid in my arms. If he isnt in my arms, he is wrapped around my leg. Rayley talks to me NON STOP. and she is getting smart enough that I actually have to look at her when she talks now. Instead of just nodding my head and saying "really? wow!, No kidding?, your dancing so pretty, yes that picture is beautiful, I dont know, maybe tomorrow, you sing so nice, yes I am listenting"...

I am not saying that 8 million other moms dont do the exact same things I do. But just because I dont get up, get my kids dressed, drop them off at daycare and go to work, doesnt mean that I have all the 'time in the world to play with my coupons'.

Right now is actually my slow time, and this year is my SLOW year. I am only on 2 PTA boards. Next year I will be on 4. Could I cut back on this. Yes. But since I am only one of maybe 3 people that shows up for each of these meetings and does all this work, it wouldnt be fair to the other 2 ladies. and right now 4-H is slow, baseball hasnt started, and the fields are fallow.

4-H will be starting soon, and since this is our first year, I am not real sure what will be expected of me. Maybe nothing. But I can assure you that if I see a void, I will try to fix it. just like at the Christmas Party. we all went in and sat down. I had brought 3 of the kids. It wasnt long before I realized that out of 60 people there, only 3 were trying to help serve. So, I got up off my lazy rear and helped. Clean up was NOT hard. and amazingly, it was the MEN that helped the most.

I guess I could go on for days, about what I DO do, and why I am slightly amazed (not offended, cause ignorence doesnt offend me) at what people think a stay at home mom does. or at least THIS stay at home mom, but I wont, cause its doesnt do much, other than bore you and piss me off.

so on to better things. Just remember, next time you are envious of someone for having so much 'time', they might be more harried, and less put together than you think they are....

better things... yes... I promise.. :)

okay, deep breathes... LOL

OH. earlier, I was messing with the thermostat on the heater, I forgot to buy another one yesterday. and Rayley asked me what I was doing. I said "working on this peice of crap"
"Oh, marmie has one of those too"
LOL, a thermostat?"
"no peices of crap"

THis morning Bow has managed to empty out an entire box of wipes, one at a time, while I was making princess MEMEMEME a bowl of cereal. This kid is like Dash on the Incrediables.

Brett is feeling better, and stayed in school ALL day yesterday. I am glad he is doing better. I dont know what had him sick, but he managed to sleep from the time I got him home on Monday till around 7, then ate and went back to sleep and slept all night long. He was still a little pekid when he got up to go to school, but did tough it out.

And I started the process of trying to get them reinstated on the bus, I dont know that my MIL will be able to take them back and forth all the time. you never know when she will be sick, her truck will break down permanetaly or she will quit her job. I spoke to their principal. She refered me to the Assistant superentendant. I tried to see him yesterday, and he finally called me back today.

He said I had to fill out a peice of paper, turn it in to the school, and then get denied at the school level, then turn it in to him, for him to make a desicion.
It doesnt look promising.

You know what will really tick me off though. If I DO take my kids out of school and home school them. I will STILL have to pay school taxes. Because I am fortunate enough to own land. I swear, I am SOOO tired of taxes. Why should I have to pay in and 40% of americans dont pay the first red cent? No income taxes, no property taxes, no medicare/SS taxes, no road and gas taxes, no school taxes, yet, they seem to benifit from all the taxes I pay.

A flat tax is the way to go. Then I wont feel so screwed all the time.

gosh, I cant seem to get away from the soap boxes today can I?

we put up some of the Christmas decorations last night. Now I just have to find something to do with the tree. The box I had it in was wore out, so now I have to find a tote to put it in. If I cant find one soon I might have the kids make some pink and red hearts out of construction paper and hang them on it!

My grand plan, when I was under the impression that one day I would be able to build a house, was to have a wall in the living room, with a fake panel, and a closet behind it. On a track, would be my fully decorated Christmas Tree, to be rolled out on Thanksgiving, and rolled in on the 1st of January. I always thought it was the brightest idea in the world. Everytime I mentioned it BR would just nod his head, and go back to talking about what ever interested HIM at the moment. Thats his way of pretending to agree to what I like, and then doing what he wants anyway.

Same with the floors I want. If you have ever been in a really old house, not a really old MANSION, but a really old house, where they used what they had and did what they could, the floors are differnt sized boards, all put together in no particular pattern. It makes for a really pretty floor. So I always said that I wanted to take all sizes of boards, 1 X4, 1X6, 1X8 etc, in differnt lengths and nail them down, with big 10 penny nails. (possible with the roundness ground off so they were more squared) and then beat on them. a slight gouge here, a few scratches there, walk on them with spikes, hit them with a hammer, then take a watered down stain, a dark stain, and whitewash them. wipe it up quickly, just getting the stain down in the imperfections that you had put in the wood. Follow up with a nice thin layer of fruitwood stain, Then put about 30 coats of polyurithane on it. so it had some depth. Voila, you have a floor with character, and when your kids come running in with a baseball bat and are hitting the beautiful wood floor with every step you are not freaking out. Its just MORE character.

Alas, BR gave me the same "awww look, an idea from an idiot" nod and started talking about beadboard on the walls. Walls that I, by the way, want painted red. But he insists on beadboard and stain.

I am sure that he will get his choice. same with this house. I didnt want this particular trailer. But then when he dies, I will just paint everything what ever color I want. and trash the floors, and cut a hole in the wall and stick in a Chrstimas Tree.

Or maybe I will do it all while he is at work and not tell him about it till he finds it and its too late.

I find that its easier to say why I dont want something, explain it all, listen to him tell me that my reasons are stupid, then let him do what he wants, then in about 3 months he is saying how stupid that decision was. I never say a word about it.

Poor Bow, he misses his brothers so bad. Rayley has been real good with him today. Or at least better than usual. She is actually sorta playing with him. They are STILL on me, under me and beside me, but not quite as bad as usual.

Maybe I will sit here on the couch and do nothing for the rest of the day. I mean, it only took me about 3 hours to write this. between messing with them and doing other things.

Maybe I will just take me a nap. OH wait, nix that, another overflowin toilet, a princess in a tizy and Bow just emptied an entire basket of socks on the floor. ALL over the floor..
guess I should get up and get something done.

Edited to add:
OH and I just found out that I also have to come up with a new poem to put at the teachers seats during teacher apriciation week, when the PTA sends them out to lunch.

Maybe I will try to come up with some now, and let y'all vote on them.

Monday, January 5, 2009

A public Service announcement

YEsterday I woke up with a headache. This is what I get for trying to quit smoking. well BR wanted to go and wash his 18 wheeler. I always get stuck with the inside. Where its a nasty dusty mess. There really isnt alot of grease or oil, like there is on the outside. But there is enough dirt and dust to plant a pototoe patch.

When we finally got back, and after everyone had a good shower, cause we were black with oil and dirt from head to toe, BR and I decided to go and put corn in the feeder and get his SD card from his game camera also. 2 days ago two turkeys had walked from the stand plumb up to the back of the house. Matt wants to go on a turkey hunt for his birthday in April. I would love to be able to afford to take him somewhere that he is going to get a turkey, but he will have to settle for hunting 50 yards from the house and hoping to see one.

Anyway, we all got on the tractor. Rayley had decided she wasnt goin to go, she was going to sit on the couch. I went outside holding Bow, and BR said he would just come back and get me and the corn on the tractor. The boys were already outside and the minute he walked towards the tractor they jumped on. When he started it, Bow begged to be let down, he was headed to daddy. then the door busted open, Rayley pushed past me and when asked where she was going she nonchalontly said "well, I decided y'all might miss me too much if I stayed"...

The kids all got in the bucket, I sat on the fender and Bow got to help drive, and we drove the long way around to the feeder, so it took 3 minutes. But it was a fun family outing.. or some such crap.

when we got back BR started looking at the pictures. TUrkeys, 2 bucks we had never seen before, a doe or two, another coyote, rabbits, robins, birds that are just a blur. it was full of 192 pictures.

He deleted the ones he didnt want, then was double checking with me on what he needed to do. I was laying here, trying to fight puking with a headache from hell, and told him to right click and send it to his desktop. Not realizing this created a shortcut, Usually myself, I sent everything to my documents. BUT he has his deer folder ON his desktop. that is as far as he goes into the computer. PERIOD. So, he did that, then he draged it over to his folder and put it in there, went through deleted some more, named the folder with the date, named the pics with the date. and then went to delete the pics off the card.

He deleted everything. all those pics, cause they wernt on his computer, he was working off a shortcut.

I KNEW there had to a way to recover them. But about that time my sister in law and Mother in law came over.

When they left the kids shot their bows adn arrows. They are getting really good. Even Rayley, who consistantly hits at about 8-10 yards, with a 9 pound bow and a 10 lb draw. She might weigh 30 pounds soaking wet.

The boys are shooting at about 12-15, a little heavier draw, and are aiming at circles on the target and doing quite well. Even Matt who usually gives up on anything that might smell like work. Or that he is not doing a good as Brett at.

I am VERY proud of them.

Anyway, I started trying to find programs. and I found QUITE a few. But they ALL cost me money. And even though BR said "30.00 isnt bad, and you will always have the program then" I was determined to find a free one. SO, I kept searching.

Now, even if you have NEVER deleted pictures off your camera, or its never reformated the card and you lost pics, it will happen. its the nature of the beast. I would reccomend that EVERYONE get at least one of these programs, but both of them are free, one for a limited time, and the other one will find files you deleted out of your hard drive.
These programs took me about an hour to download, so those of you on a quick conection will be done before you count my spelling mistakes.

I downloaded about 4 programs, and they all found 192 pictures, BUT they would only give me thumbnails until I paid for them. (I swear it said 15 day free trial), or better than that, one just gave me a list of what it found and no thumbnails. and then held it for ransom for 70.00. NO THANK YOU. I didnt pay that much for the dang game camera!!

Then finally I found a free one, But it only could recover 98 photos... not sure why. but then I found the two below and downloaded them, I was able to recover the pics with no problems, put them on a new SD card and give them to BR to put on his computer.

I really do think its a good idea to have these programs just in case, you might not ever be dumb enough to delete your pics, but you never know when one of your kids will do it!!

Finds folders in your Hard drive AND on media cards

Finds deleted Memory cards (SD card) pictures.

Just be sure, if you dont download these, to let me know when you loose a file, or data on a SD card, so I can laugh at you. Its only fair, you laugh at me all the time :)