Identity Crisis

we have been having all sorts of identiy crisis' here lately.

Bow: He cant decide which sport to play, right now he has a plastic bowling pin, a baseball glove and a small plastic football, he is putting the football on the ground, hitting it with the pin and then running to catch it with the glove.



Rayley: This child is one of a kind. she cant help but be. She is surrounded by boys. she goes in and puts on all kinds of necklaces, tutus, or evening dresses adn then goes out to find worms and snakes with the boys. She gets mad when they wont let her climb a tree, yet her fake heals are not exactly climbing friendly. She hates that she is the only girl, having to sleep in her room by herself, and getting that big ole space all for just her.

She also eats like a horse. I swear she is wormy. This kid eats more than 3 normal kids. BUT, aside from her feet (size 11) and her legs (size 5 is getting too short) she is too little for clothes her age.


This Tree: It survived the hurricane. two as a matter of fact, and when we logged. We logged all the pines out here, and I think it was hit by a falling tree at that time. Plus, when you log it can put the other trees into shock. Its poor top was knocked out during Ike. No, it was during Rita.. yeah. Rita almost killed it.
Anyway, it thought it was just a normal tree. Nope. Not with my kids.

But it seems to be coming back pretty good. It would do better if we would get the bush out from underneath it.


Its a magnolia tree. Big pretty white flowers. See the one about 2/3 of the way up? It will be relevent later.
here is Bow walking under it, looking for his brothers and sister.

The chickens: This was supposed to be a Hen. But she acts more like a rooster, but doesnt have wattles. I am currently asking the experts about her/him/it. Hopefully I will find out soon.



I can assure you, it would rather be a hen, cause I dont need two roosters and BR had me buy him a Jersey Giant rooster. If its a rooster then he will be taking up residence in the freezer. MAJOR identity crisis...

The boys: they want to play baseball, yet they wont practice at home. They want to help us build stuff or cook, yet they refuse to help with the prep work or clean up.

And they are apparently part monkey.





This was actually taken when they were told to GET DOWN. THey had already started their decent. Do you see the flower that I told you to remember?



I had made them get down. I told them I didnt care next week, but we had TWO games left. TWO GAMES. I didnt want a broke arm or leg!!

they were standing on branches that are smaller around than my wrist. Matt was in cowboy boots. and I KNOW that Bretts shoes wernt tied. PLUS, they were pulling the flowers and cones off and throwing them down. Bombing Rayley. If one of them was jerking on the branch the other was standing on, it could have been a catastrophy.

Our baseball team: All year we have not totaly been IN the game. Till last night. The powers that be decided that our 4 teams would have a playoff. Putting everyone on equal ground. It was a single elimination tournament. 2 teams play, the winner goes into the winners bracket, the looser into the loosers bracket.

Well, we got out there and actually PLAYED. In the top of the 2nd inning we were up 7 to 2.
Once we got to the bottom of the 2nd though, we had walked 3 and allowed one hit. This made it 7 to 4. The team we were playing has been pretty good all year.
They got another run on a bad throw. making it 7 to 5, with the 6th run walked to 1st.
Then Brett came in to pitch. the first kid hit, getting to first. The second hit, right to Matt at shortstop. It was a force play. He fielded the ball and stepped on base, but it was after a little confusion, he wanted to tag the runner, went after him, did tag him then stepped on base.

Brett had went to the mound with only one out. Matts out made it two. Then there was a hit, Brett fielded it, overthrew first, and first overthrew 3rd, they did this until the kid came home. since there was a kid on base already it was 8-7.
The next kid hit into an out, but the damage was done.

we went back up to bat in the 3rd, down by one. It was Hoover up first. He swung at the ball. And I am VERY happy with this. because this is the first year he has even done that. But he did strike out. Come to find out, when he got back to the dugout, the other kids were griping at him about it. I didnt know this part, All I knew was the dad in the dugout told me that Matt had thrown his glove. Well I was PISSED. We dont play that game. So, I told Matt he was in trouble for that. Well, come to find out, the other kids were running their heads about him striking out. Since he had HIT in the first inning, AND gotten in a few runs, I only explained to him that we dont throw fits. Instead you tell those kids that ALSO struck out, to shut up. OR ask them just what THEY Did to help the team. All but 2 of our boys batted twice. This means 19 at bats. 4 hit the ball. 1 was thrown out before he got to first. 6 of them were walked, two walked twice (brett and another), and other than the 2 that walked, NOONE else made it to base twice. They ALL struck out. at least once.

Anyway, in the 3rd, there was 4 kids go up. one was walked, the other 3 struck out. Matt was very upset. his team convinced him that it was his fault. And sadly, the adult that was IN the dugout didnt aliviate the problem. he tattled on Matt to me. Which was fine, I did need to know. Because I dont allow it at all. Whip them after the game, but during the game we stick together. BUT, tell me the whole story.

Of course, this is the same adult that tattled on me. or so the kids said. They heard him. I think the whole thing is funny.

See, Matt forgot his bat one night. I actually now know how it happened. It was the night they were running laps. The boys didnt get their stuff together, they left it, to run their laps. Well, while they were running, some of the team ran, some went out and played pitch to each other. Matts bat was handy, and they picked it up. I do remember hollerin at someone to quit trying to trip the other kids with the bat as they ran. He had ranout to centerfeild with the bat.

Anyway, it got left there. Another coach picked it up. I appriciate this. I have done it myself. I have picked up bats, gloves, batting gloves, balls, helmets, another teams scorebook, all kinds of stuff. I always bring it right back with me, or if there is a phone number try to call the owner. I have a black box that stays in the back of my truck, I keep ALL baseball stuff in there. Mine and the others I find.

Well, this coach brought the bat home. This is understandable. And I appriciate him picking it up. Starting 3 nights later, we (BR and I) started asking every coach on our field (there are 4 teams) and other feilds if they have seen the bat. its bright orange.

Everyone said no. Finally we asked the last coach in our league, he told BR that he didnt have it, but another coach (one we had already asked and one that had coached Brett before) had said he found one in the outfield. So the next game I sent Matt to ask that coach. He said that he didnt have it, but his assistant did. So Matt asked him if he had an orange reflex bat with his name engraved on the handle. He said yes and Matt asked him to bring it next game.

It doesnt say MATT on the handle, it says BYERLY. And very few people out there dont know us. For one, my kids are identified as 'BYERLY' on the field, by other parents who cant tell them apart (and sometimes by me) , for two, every coach is told at every game: 'Mrs Byerly has the books, take her your lineup' and our coach uses last names on the lineup, not first names. Also, when its time to leave, you can hear me holler "BYERLY'S LOAD UP!!" all over the park. or so I have been told. Personally I dont belive it.

Anyway, when asked by someone if we got our bat back, I said yes. Then he said "are you sure its yours?" well, aside from the fact that its bright orange, there are only about 3 of them out there like it because its an expensive bat, AND it says BYERLY on the handle, I was the only one missing a bat of that description. But I picked it up, and said "yep, see, it says BYERLY on the handle, which confuses me, cause there aint a whole lot of *#!$*^@ Byerlys out here, you'd think if someone picked it up and took it home, they'd at least see that and try to ask if it was ours."

And I was telling the truth, speaking from the heart. I will NOT excuse the fact that my child forgot it, didnt take care of it, and basicly was careless. But you show me a 8 or 9 year old that isnt. Heck, half the stuff I find at the ballpark, belongs to an ADULT. I mean if any parent out there can prove to me that thier child hasnt left something at home, at school, at the park, in the car, outside, what ever, then I will retract my statements. But I am pretty sure that you cant. Kids forget. And although I am IN the habit of checking the dugouts after EVERY game, (hence me finding owners for misplaced items), I didnt check the field. So I missed that this one was missing.

Anyway, my kids overheard this adult, telling the other adult that had the bat, what I said. No big deal, I am pretty strait forward. Of course, it offended the other guy. who said "well, I picked that SOB up by the visitors dugout, and took it home, if she has a problem with it, she can talk to me". as much as I appriciate him bring it back and being honest. I do have a slight problem.

Honestly, I dont know how it got BY the visitors dugout, we were home team that night. But, the whole thing was rediculous. We are at a ballpark, during the little leauge season and a game had just ended. I am pretty sure, whoever dropped their bat, will be back. And if its NOT a kid on your team, it is more than likely a kid on the OTHER team. A quick look at the score book will tell you which team it was, and since our coach uses last names, it will tell you that it was either batter number 2, or batter 5. A B. Byerly adn an M. Byerly.

BUT, if this is out of your realm of comprehension, or too difficult, you could always take it to the concession stand. Where the guys who run it went to school with BR and I, and actually BR was best friends with one of, when they were in school. They could have at least pointed you in the right direction of a Byerly missin a bat. Since thats the FIRST place we asked.


I dont think this guy is a bad person, I know his wife and love her to death, and I dont think they were tryin to steal a bat. I just dont know why it was so dang difficult to get it back.




And finally ME: I am not having an identiy crisis perse. BUT the kids are confusing me with a maid. its THEIR responsibility to keep up with thier uniforms. I made this rule at the start of the season, when I handed them a mesh bag and asked them to assist me in not loosing their stuff. All I asked was that they put their uniforms IN the bag, I would wash, dry and put them back. Then they would ALWAYS be right there.

This is a VERY hard thing to do apparently. Anyway, since they wouldnt help me, I told them I aint messin with it. They have to wash them and keep up with them. All weekend I told them to get their uniforms together. They ignored me, or halfassed did it. THEN, yesterday came. I had even asked them yesterday morning to please make sure their uniforms were close and together, shoes included, because I just had a feeling.

They instead opted to go out and sit on the porch to wait on my MIL.

At 4pm I called the daycare. The kids wernt home yet (20-30 minutes late) and we had to leave here at 4:30 to make it to town by 5. I already was too late to buy feed. I called the daycare. My MIL wasnt there, she was at walmart buying groceries for the daycare. Well, she gets off at 3. She buys groceries on the clock, in the morning. But anyway, I knew there was NO way she could get them home, even if she walked in the door right then, in time for me to get them back to town for a 5:30 ballgame. we have to be there by 5. Usually I dont care if the kids are late. If we dont have plans or somewhere to go its not a big deal. I do appriciate a phone call telling me that you will be late though... BUT today they needed to be home quickly. Of course I didnt tell her this, she is usually only late on Fridays, when she gets paid and runs and pays a few bills. I never thought it would be an issue.

so, I tried to search out their uniforms. If they were not on the same team, it would be easier for them to skip, BUT, they are, and if they dont show, and one other kid doesnt show, then we are one down and have to forfit.

PLUS, I have the books. I had to at least drive in and drop them off. AND, its the championship game. I really do need to teach them a lesson, by NOT going behind them and fixing everything. I really do. But dang it. When it affects other people you cant. GGGGGGRRRRRRR

So I started searching. The shirts were easy. The pants, were too, and the belts were with the pants. One pair of socks was there, and another sock. not its mate, but another sock. So I had to search for that sock. THEN came the shoes. I had seen 2 on the floor of the boys room the day before. I went and got them. And one was by the front door. I got it. Then I proceeded to search the entire house for another shoe. Starting in the livingroom. That was the logical choice. I mean one was found in here.. right??

Not under the chair, the couch, the other chair, not in the toyboy, under the fishtanks, in the laundry basket, Not in the kitchen, the launry room or my room. And it wasnt in Rayleys room. I know. I tore it apart.

No, after 35 minutes, I found it under Bretts bed. 30 feet from its mate. To say I could have bit a nail in two was an understatement.

I got it all together, loaded up Bow, Rayley had went to daycare, and we hauled butt to town. I got there at about 8 minutes till 5. She was JUST walking in the door from the store. Still had to unload it all. It was a good thing I called and asked about them at 4. Cause we would have missed it for sure if I had waited on them to show up.

I loaded them up, told them to dress on the way and we got to the ballpark in time. Of course, this could have been one day when we were late. We didnt have an ump. One of the dads ended up doing it. Not a good position to be in. His son is playing, and he has to be fair, -- if it were me, I'd be harder on my sons team, so I looked more fair. Its just common knowledge that if its a close call, you go in favor of the other team if your kid is playing on one. Thats the only way to look fair, even though your not really being fair... But its the way its called most times.

But he did a great job. Noone else would do it. And he really was a pretty good ump. even if my baby did strike out. Of course, since he swung at all 3, I couldnt argue the calls.... But we started 30 minutes late. By then Bow was already on my nerve. I usually have a hour and a half to 2 hours where he is somewhat good. We ate into that time pretty bad with the 6:07 start time.

OH and to add to my blood pressure. Tomorrow is carnival at school. Its a Right choice event. That means you have to NOT get more than 21 points off during a 6 weeks to go.

Well, Matt didnt, he got like an 87. Brett DID, he had like a 76. Fine. I had told them the whole time to be good, to keep on the strait and narrow, or they wouldnt get to go. Brett just ignored me. He kept on talking. Matt got off his normal points. SO, Brett has known he didnt get to go. Matt has known he did.

Then came the H1N1 virus, and them canceling all school activities. So they cancled the carnival. they hoped to make it up later. Later has came. its tomorrow. yesterday Brett and Matt came home, Brett gets to go. Matt on the otherhand doesnt. WHY? no this is not a case of mistaken identity. THIS is a case of ..... I dont know...

Come to find out, the principal decided that if the kids had improved their conduct in this last 6 weeks, they DID indeed get to go. If they had NOT, or if they had gotten worse, (getting a potential C for the 6th 6 weeks) they wouldnt get to go. Since there is no right choice event for the 6th 6 weeks they just combined the two.

Well, Matt hasnt gotten an abnormal amount of points off this 6 weeks. And Brett has been better. So Brett gets to go, Matt on the other hand doesnt. Because he did get caught with that menecing popsicle stick. And was suspended for a day. So, his teacher put him on the "not going" list.

Being the parent I am, I decided that if neither of my kids were going, I wasnt going to go and help. I know thats selfish of me, but, ..... Oh well.
Then it hit me. Matt had been good during the time he was supposed to.He was suspended during the 6th 6 weeks, and if the carnival had happened when it was supposed to, he would have gotten to go. He earned the right to go. and he has been punished already for the other incident. Plus, when Brett said he got to go, I was floored. I called and asked. I fiqure the worst that can happen is they take it AWAY from Brett, who doesnt deserve it anyway. The Assistant principal is checking into it for me.

we shall see how that ends up...


Oh and the dishwasher. I havent cut into the cabinet yet. The reason?: everytime I get the chance, BR is home.
Of course, I am getting tired of hearing "dishwasher guru, have you given up on it?" everytime he walks by it sticking half out of the wall. I wanted to get to it this week. But Bow wont let me alone, I have 6 cakes to make, and possibly will be at the school all day tomorrow.

Maybe next week I can get some time alone. *fingers crossed*

snakes 0 us 5

Bow is currently 'swiffering' my carpet. I usually stop him when he gets a broom or such. But I am just so glad to have him on the floor that I am allowing him his fun.

He woke up at 1am yesterday morning, and puked. in my bed.

He has a fever. after he quit puking, and I had gotten his fever down I finally got him to sleep. I was sitting here, had done up the laundry that he messed up, cleaned up the floor, and fed him some fruit cocktail. Anyway, I was sitting here, and was trying to decide if I could catch a quick nap before it was time to get the big kids up for school. About the time I decide to try it, I could hear my alarm going off. Its set a few minutes early for the snooze effect. He has literly been in my lap for 34 hours. Twice I got him down. The first time he went to sleep, and I was able to get the kids up and going and then BR held him while I cooked supper last night, but other than that he hasnt gotten up. He is a laplander anyway, but whe he feels bad, he is REALLY clingy.

I would get him to sleep, but inevitably I would have to go potty. And when I did put him down he would wake up and cry.

Anyway, thats been my last 2 days.

earlier in the week I sent the boys out to practice pitching. They went out and said they kept smelling something. Finally they looked. In their backstop, which is made of deer netting, was a snake. It was about 3 feet long. Just a chicken snake, but it had tangled itself up in there.

A few days later, we were out working on the boar pen, Wilbur is starting to get old enough to fiqure out he is a boy, and we need to seperate them, and kept smelling something dead. this is a different smell than the soured corn that usually perments from the hog pen. Brett got to looking. Sure enough, there was a 4 foot snake. we fiqure it was a chicken snake, but it was closer to decomposed than to identifiable. We fiqure the dogs killed this one. no other explination is plausable.

So counting the spreading adder and the copperhead, plus the small one in the netting, thats 4 snakes, in a short period of time, that we have killed or have been killed. not a good record when you concider we have lived up here for 4 years and never seen a snake, except the 2 hognose snakes the boys got down in the back of the pasture.

That was on Saturday. We built our fence, and got it done. Now we just have to build the gate.

Sunday we went over and helped my father in law start his fence for his mule. I told you about that right? He called me, said he was buying a mule, needed a round pen, trailer and such? Cause he didnt have a way to haul it or place to put it. He has a pasture for his horses, BUT, the mule is onery, and if you let him go on a few acres you will never see him again.

Anyway, off we went to build that. Bow had a blast he thinks anytime the tractor is running its a great day.

He helped his dad drive for a little while, And Brett got to run the bucket while we loaded stuff into it. He did pretty good.

We only got half the posts put in the ground. He is using pipe, and although we had been asked to come over and do it a week before, nothing was ready for us to get started. The pipe wasnt cut, the string wasnt pulled, nothing was measured. heck, the pipe wasnt even pulled up to where we were putting it in. Instead we got to go on an easter egg hunt for it, in the overgrown weeds and poisen Ivy. Since I couldnt pick it up, they had to. and now BR has poisen ivy on him.

when we got home we were messing around outside, and found ANOTHER snake. this one was in the backstop too. but it was closer to 5 foot long. You couldnt even pull it out. BR told Brett to cut it out and so he did, then brought it down to the pigs. Rayley got mad because noone would let her bring it down.

I just wonder, since we have killed 2, and had 3 die-that we know of, how many more are out there? I blame it on having chickens. I know they are after eggs.

Matter of fact, I called my mother in law yesterday. I asked what was up. "we are just killing snakes" come to find out, she had torn down a wrens nest about 4 times in her laundry room and dog trot, but then it snuck around and nested in an old plow on the front porch. She didnt know it until the babies hatched, and now snakes are coming up.. It was just rat snake, but it was about 4 foot long, and coming across the yard as my sister in law, who always goes barefoot was walking out to her truck. After Suzie (and I quote) "jumped 4 foot in the air, squeeled and did a back flip" she killed it.

So, I reckon its the season for them.

Ball season is winding down, and I have to make a baseball field cake. The boys are not practicing much at home, therefor they are sucking on the field. Both pitched this week. Managing only a few strike outs and allowing some hits. Since most of our team could care less about being out there, we just threw the ball around and let them score.

Brett is getting good at drawing the ball to him on base though. He loves to screw with the pitcher and get the ball thrown away so he can steal a base or allow a score. Of course it fits, since he loves to agitate people so much.

I finally got that party planned, and now I just have to get the cakes made. We are just going to collect money (why do I say we?? I mean ME) then I will buy soda's and pizza. we will set up a tent and enjoy our end of year party at the ballpark.

Then comes the hard cakes. The boys asked me to bake them each a cake for their last day of school. I said I would. Now, I am in a pickle. I dont know WHAT to bake. We are the bulldogs, so I might try to do a bulldog cake.


And the National Wild Turkey Federation Banquet is well underway. We had our meeting for it last week. BR went with me and had some great ideas. We are selling tickets now.

I also talked to a friend. We met because our boys are on the same team. she does taxidermy. So, I found the perfect gift for Martha and Elray. She loves coons, and he hunts them. We are going to get a coon stuffed for them.
I got all the other kids on board, so we will split the cost and come out much cheaper in the long run.

BR and I also went to the cemetary working this weekend. Here we have community cemetaries, you go a few times a year, do a cleanup, and then sometimes there is a buisiness meeting. We are trying to fix it so you have to have an ancester IN the cemetary to be burried there. It only makes sense. This cemetary has been there for hundreds of years. BUT, new people are moving in, or just buying lake houses, then they find out there is a free cemetary and want in. Well, we cant get more land, so we are running out fast. Folks are just dying to get it. So we had to change the bylaws.

we voted last year to change it, agreed on what it should say and then proceeded to accept it. I tried to help, since I have written bylaws before, but because I am under 60, I dont have the intelegence needed to form a complete thought or opinion.

So, they handed out the new sections. I pointed out some problems with the first. both in grammer (yes, I CAN find grammer mistakes) and what made a loophole in the intent of the changes. THen, came the line and I quote "... you must have a direct decendant burried here....."

Well, I know that not everyone does geneology. But, everyone SHOULD know what a decendant is. Its YOUR children and childrens children.

This was pointed out. We even said just say "you must BE a decendent of someone previously interned..." but no. Instead we had all of them saying it was fine. Okay. At this entire meeting there was ONE couple that would be elegable after these new bylaws went into effect. They had a daughter burried there. The rest of us were screwed.

They finally put in ancesters. still swearing that both words meant the same thing. And I swear the woman that is president was staring dagers at me. Her sister or cousin or something even walked over to me and tried to tell me how I was wrong and that it all meant the same thing, and I should just let those that had more expierence and education handle it. To say I saw red is an understatement. Whats sad is, aside from BR and myself, one other woman, and a cousin and his wife, who are in their 50's. Noone else there is under 70. Now, if their own kids and grandkids cant be bothered to show up for the meetings and dinner on the grounds, who do they think will be taking care of the cemetary when they are gone? Seriously?


Even my own grandfather was adamant about the fact that I was wrong. That BR was wrong, and a handful of others. And noone could convince these people any differnt. even when BR looked up ANCESTOR on his phone and gave them the definiton. They said their 'dictionary book' at home said differently. Like because he used a phone to go to dictionary.com it somehow made the definition an antonym.

They never did get it right, and we left there with it added as "....with a direct decendant or ancestor burried here......" thinking back, that opens it up to inlaws being burried there because thier daughter or son who is the spouse of someone with direct linage is burried there. THus bringing in the exact people that we were trying to keep out. Its not like we are trying to be mean. But there is very limited land. And no way to get more. unless we steal it through eminent domain. And I am not in the habit of acting like an out of control goverment. I wouldnt want someone walking up to me and telling me they were taking MY land because they couldnt take care of business. I would not accept that gracefully.

The food was good, and I did have one person come up and thank me for arguing about the word decendant. They said I was right, and they were proud that someone as young as I am is willing to be involoved out there. Its a sad day when you are thanked for taking care of those who came before you and built everything that you take for granted.

I just have to wonder, at what age do they think I will become intelegent enough to speak in their presence? seriously. These were not the only issues with the new bylaws, it was just the most glaring.

When we left there, we went and dug taters. We only did one row, seeing if they were about ready. They are getting there, and we got a few messes. There is nothing better than eating something you grew with your own hands.

Oh and my chicken eggs are still in the incubator. They are on days 10 and 9. I candled them a few days ago, and will do so again tonight. At that time there was only three out of the 40 plus that were clear, or unfertilized. I did break one yesterday. It was devoloping nicely. Till it splattered. But, maybe I now have that out of the way, and the rest of the hatch will go smoothly.

The rest of my week is supposed to be slow. I actually havent left the house since Tuesday. And other than going in for a function at the kids school on Friday, I dont have to.

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before I start.
WIll you PLEASE take the time to vote for our field? PLEASE. its awful. the bathrooms are nasty, the field is a hazard (if you slid into 2nd base just right, you can take it with you half way to 3rd and the mound has a hole big enough to break a horses leg if they step down wrong.) plus a thousand other things. so please vote.

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Okay, do you have someone that you want to drive stark raving mad? I mean to the point of them finding a cliff to throw themselves off of?
I have a solution. And no, it doesnt involve a gun. Unless they are a collector and have been able to stock up on amunition, then you might want to rethink your plan...

Follow these instructions to the letter:*

Go to their house, open their dishwasher, now, there are 8 screws that hold the cover on the door on the inside. Take those out. You can keep them or hide them, they will never use them again. Matter of fact, throw them all over the living room carpet. This way they might step on them, and wonder where they came from while rubbing the now oozing wound in their foot, or it will scare the crap out of them when they are minding their own buisiness vaccuming one day.

Pull the two sections apart and pull out the mechanism that locks it in place.

Dont hide the mechanism, set it right there, on the counter. Leave them a note that says "I was thinking of you" and leave.

If you are brave and have no fear for your life being ended in a hail of gunfire or being beaten to death by a small latching mechanism and possibly stabbed by the screwdriver they will inevitably use trying to get it back in there, you can even sign the note, or call them later and ask how things are going.

I promise you they cant get this sucker back in here. you can get it back in the door, but not in the cover. OR you can get it back in the cover, but not the door. I know, I tried for over an hour. this is the most irritating peice of pretend metal I have ever had the misfortune to come in contact with in all my 33 years.

And dont even ask what I was looking for when I got in there. I guess a big blinking light that said "I am a bad part, please replace me" There was no burned wires, no fuses broken, no various blinking lights. Just wires all going in differnt directions.

OH and when I got in there, I had to get like 7 gallons of water out of the bottom. nasty stinky water. I think I also need to clean out the trap.

this is not an easy task.

SO, after I tore apart the door, I decided to get on the phone with my dad, who unfortunatly when asked if he knows anything about dishwashers said "just that I divorce them", but we decided my best course of action was to trouble shoot it on the net..

We think it might be a froze up motor. I thought it might be a module in the dial, at first, which is why I tore into the dishwasher front, but since there were no blinking lights and the trouble shooting FAQ's said no, we deduced it wasnt.

I am currently awaiting my dremel to charge up, so I can cut a metal band that is holding this sucker in place. They put this metal band on there, so it wouldnt shift during moving. UNFORTUNATLY they did it when it wasnt accessable AFTER the fact. I cant get to the screw head. not that its a normal screw head. its one of those octagon things that was invented just to send someone that is very close to the edge, smooth over it. I have beat it, and tried to pry it, and hammered on it. I have jerked and pulled and pushed, cussed and hollered.

But its staying put reguardless of what I do.

Oh and speaking of screwdrivers.. I told y'all about how I sent Hoover in one day to get me a phillips screwdriver. He came back out about 20 minutes later. By then I was highly upset. my screwdrivers hang on the wall in the laundry room, they are EASY to find. PLUS I told him where to go.

"Mom, I looked and looked, all I could find was this one that said "stanley" will it work?"

I have to admit, I laughed till I cried. So, thats what we call phillips screwdrivers in my house now. "Stanleys"


anyway, If I get in there after I grind the thing off, and can fix it I will update you.
But I will leave you with these 'surveys' that I have filled out on facebook. They are kinda neat.



30 things you dont know about me:

Answer these 30 Things You Wouldn't Think To Ask. Then tag me so I can come and have a look. After that, tag 25 friends who you'd like to answer these questions.

1. Have you ever been searched by the cops?
Nope. Amazingly enough.. knock on wood.

2. Do you close your eyes on roller coasters?
Never been on a roller coaster. But I close my eyes when I jump stuff on a horse.

3. When's the last time you've been sledding?
1995 (?) There was an ice storm in Jasper, I got stuck at work at the Ramada Inn and used a fed ex box to slide down the driveway all night.

4. Would you rather sleep with someone else, or alone?
Do you think I am stupid enough to answer this any way except one? I am blonde, not a moron.

5. Do you believe in ghosts?
Yep. and Santa Clause-- the easter bunny is a crock though.

6. Do you consider yourself creative?
Nope, unless you count the kids I created. Then yes. I can create destruction with no problem. Its a talent.

7. Do you think O.J. killed his wife?
DUH. who doesnt?

8. Jennifer Aniston or Angelina Jolie?
Jennifer Angelina is a crack pot

9. Can you honestly say you know ANYTHING about politics?
Damn Skippy I do. Wha'cha wana know?

10. Do you know how to play poker?
Nope. But my kids do. Well not Bow. But the rest of them do.

11. Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight?
Havent we established already I have kids?

12. What's your favorite commercial?
Geiko. or that baby with the blackberry. cant remember what he is selling, but he is hillarious.

13. Who was your first love?
Please see #4....

Honestly, My first love. It was BR. I mean it IS BR. :)

14. If you're driving in the middle of the night, and no one is around you, do you run a red light?
Stop and Roll Baby. Stop and Roll.. Unless I need a cigerette, then I take the time to find them.

15. Do you have a secret that no one knows but you?
Well, if i told you then it wouldnt be such a great secret now would it??


16. Boston Red Sox or New York Yankees?
Astros? Rangers? Uhhh HELLLO... Alright, gotta pick a Northern Team? yankees. The curse of the Bambino

17. Have you ever been ice skating?
Yep 1978 In Dallas Texas at some ice rink..

Come on. I live in Texas. Okay, we have had a few ice storms. and I accidentally skated across the patches.

18. How often do you remember your dreams?
Like sleep dreams? You'd have to sleep to have them.
or dreams like "when I grow up dreams"? Those I dont have anymore. well, except to get sleep.


19. What's the one thing on your mind?
Politics, the awful state our country is in, and needing a fresh glass of tea. and the stupid bulb in my TV. with out it how am I going to watch the news for my politics??

20. Do you always wear your seat belt?
Yes, and I hate that thing with a passion. stupid law.

21. What talent do you wish you had?
shoot, I am such a multifacited person that I dont need any more amazing abilities.
Okay, cutting hair. THen I could cut the boys ... Or at least fixing hair. Then I could fix my own.

22. Do you like sushi?
It makes a damn good crappie bait.

23. What do you wear to bed?
work out pants and a T shirt, socks, and all the underlying nessecities. I was the only one to come out of a housefire at 4am fully dressed.

24. Do you truly hate anyone?
Yep. I honestly do.

25. If you could sleep with one famous person, who would it be?
Seriously? Why would I want to? I am not being facetious. I am in love with my husband, and they are all fluff. Heck, most of them look like girls anyway.

26. Do you know anyone in jail?
Not at this moment. I dont think... Hey wait... where is.. oh nevermind.

27. What food do you find disgusting?
liver and onions. or just liver. but especially onions.

28. Have you ever made fun of your friends behind their back?
Nope. Its more fun to make them look like an idiot to their faces. But if I do, I try to remember to write it down, so I can tell them the next time I see them.

29. Have you ever been punched in the face?
punched, kicked, headbutted,
again, I have 4 kids. plus I have horses, goats, pigs, dogs. I get a busted lip at least once a week.
By another adult? no. noone is that dumb.

30. Do you believe in angels and demons?
Again. I have KIDS. I definatly belive in demons.
Angels? I aint so sure about. Unless you count the baseball team. But last I heard, they were pretty bad too.



ABC's of me:
A - Age: How rude.... Okay since most folks on here graduated with me..... 33

B - Bed size: Queen. But I would swear its a twin with all the kids that end up in it, and BR..

C-Chore you hate: Everything. I am L-A-Z-Y. I hate cleaning the kitchen to cook, cooking the food, cleaning AFTER I cook, washing clothes, cleaning the house, dusting. I REALLY hate dusting. folding clothes, putting them up.... But matching socks is my worstest one... GGGGGGGGGRRRRR

D - Dog's name: Duke and Darla.

E - Essential start your day item: getting up, getting the kids gone and taking a nap till the others wake up. But I dont usually get to do that, so a 'souped up coffee' (4 expresso's 1/4 cup sugar and 1/4 cup steamed milk)

F - Favorite color: used to be red, but I reckon Pink now....

G - Gold or Silver: Gold. may as well shoot for the stars...

H - Height: 5' 2 1/2 with my boots on....

I - Instruments you play: on purpose? none. I cant carry a tune in a bucket. Tone deaf. waaay tone deaf...

J - Job title(s): neatness engineer, travel plan coordinator and executionist, nutrition specialist, stain eliminator, nonprofit paladin, farmer, rancher, laymen nurse, accounts payable, stockboy, supply acquisition specialist,interior decorator, common laborer, organizational specialist, psychologist, bookkeeper, hacky, , referee, fashion advisor and buyer,toxic waste cleanup and disposal, carpenter,event planner, photographer, plumber, laundress,, HVAC tech, disciplinarian, and occasionally a correctional officer.

K - Kid(s): this should be under H for heathens, - but since its here. Brett 10, Matt 9, Rayley 4 and Bowdrie 17 months.

L - Living arrangements: just barely.. oh you mean where?? with my 4 loving and adorable children and my wonderful and attentive spouse in Ebenezer I am also a satireist, maybe I should add that under J
* Edited to add, after my latest phone call from the school, I might be down by 2 of the residents They seem better suited for military school, or Gitmo. .

M - Mom's name: The name she was given or what I call her? we'll go with Mary Leann

N - Nicknames: Missy, Sunshine (Honest, I swear! .... ), Chelle and Hey you,

O - Overnight stay at hospital: yuck... yep. 4 kids, (2 by C section dang it.. ), gall bladder removal

P - Pet Peeve: people who act like I have all the time in the world because I am a stay at home mom... See J... Oh and polititians and liberals. Maybe my biggest is liberal politians...

Q - Quote from a movie: " We're burnin' daylight" (John Wayne in the Cowboys) "We dont rent pigs" (Robert Duvall in Lonesome Dove) "aint got no gas in it" ( Billy Bob Thornton in Slingblade) and "what we have here is failure to communicate" (Strother Martin)

R - Right or left hand: Right handed

S - Siblings: Biological? none that I know of --but.......

T - Time you wake up: The time I get out of bed? or actualy wake up? 5:30. but I dont function well until noonish...

U- Underwear: T shirt! oh I thought we were doing word association... Most of the time..

V - Vegetable you dislike: just about any veggie that isnt fried. one I hate the worst? Stewed Okra and Maters... Fry them and I cant get enough. Make them slimey and I will puke...

W - Ways/Reasons you run late: see K, and J. Oh and BR. I swear I hate being late...

X - X-rays you've had: Feet, pelvic,

Y - Yummy food you make: I dont know... everything I cook gets ate.. but that might be from lack of choices... I guess biscuts and cornbread, although my family loves my cakes.

Z - Zoo favorite: The exit. You try dealing with 4 kids in a zoo....
Okay... uhhhmmmm..... I like all animals.. mostly. But I have a dang zoo at home. Horses, pigs, dogs, cats, chickens, kids, fishes, underwater snakes, snails, shrimps, crawfish, and usually a wild animal that my kids found and I am 'helping'.

More useless trivia about ME:

1. First thing you wash in the shower?
Shower? whats that? alright, I do get them, and usually the first thing I wash is Bow.. Cause I very seldom get one that he is not involoved in... But the first thing I wash on me?? I reckon my hair.

2. What color is your favorite hoodie?
Dark Blue with grey. Its my Cowboys hoodie.

3. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?
of course. Why would you kiss someone that you would never kiss again?
Thats how you get cooties..

4. Do you plan outfits?
I plan on them being clean--not that it always works... . But color corrdinate? HA!

5. How are you feeling RIGHT now?
Tired and agervated. I want to sleep. But I aint near as upset as the cat. Bow has her in a deathgrip...

6. What’s the closest thing to you that's red?
The light on the end of the USB cord that goes to my printer. Oh wait as I look around, there in the middle of my living room floor is my silicone hot pad.. I dont know why or how its in here. But it is.

7. Tell me about the last dream you remember having.
I am not allowed to dream. You have to get into different sleep stages to dream. I am the mother of 4 with 3 inside animals and BR and I have seperate alarms his starts at 4:30, mine at 5:15, I never get past the cat nap stage all night. Speaking of cats. I will kill her if she wakes me up again tonight. at least 12 times she woke me up last night. 12 freakin times.

8. Did you meet anybody new today?
no, but its early yet- I also have not offended anyone. The good news is, I have also not been given any wild animals today.

9. What are you craving right now?
sleep, caffene, nicotine. Ohhhhh how I want a cigerette.

10. Do you floss daily?
truthfully? yes. but only the teeth that have something stuck in them....

11. What comes to mind when I say cabbage?
Honestly? the joke about low riding trucks...
then
MONEY! then sausage, then farts...

12. Are you emotional?
How many times do we have to go over this? I am a woman, who is trying to quit smoking, with 4 kids. my harmones are more erratic than a mexican jumpin bean. I also dont get my way very often, so I am whiney about that too.

13. Have you ever counted to 1,000?
Yep. I worked as a cashier for many years.

14. Do you bite into your ice cream or just lick it?
lick. I got sensitive teeth.....

15. Do you like your hair?
Nope. Only certain people are able to cut it, and last time I didnt get someone who could. Plus, its baby fine, although there is alot, and 25 different colors, and wont hold a curl, and I have a cowlick in the back on the nape of my neck... (yes, you did hit a sensitive spot... thank you for reminding me how bad it looks...)

16. Do you like yourself?
In what capacity? Am I a good person? I would like to think so.
Am I always right? perfect? nice? calm and nonjudgemental? NOPE.


17. Would you go out to eat with George W. Bush?
Hell Yeah. altough he is a little liberal for my tastes, I think he is a good man. An honorable man.

18. What are you listening to right now?
Megyn Kelly on Fox News

19. Are your parents strict?
see-ins how I am married, and have been for 14 years, plus I have lived on my own for 16, I gotta say: it dont matter...
But WAS she? depended... If she wasnt busy with new friends, or great parties, then yes. She would pretend to parent --otherwise, she didnt care, till she sobered up and couldnt remember where she allowed me to go...

20. Would you go sky diving?
Hmmmm... ya know.. I dont know. I reckon if the commercial jet I was riding in gave me enough warning, then yes, I would gladly jump out. But to jump out of a perfectly good plane? kinda seems self destructive to me.. Plus, the older I get, the worse my landings are. I'd probably break something.

21. Do you like cottage cheese?
yep. Nothing like curdled milk... LOL yes I do. although I dont know why...

22. Have you ever met a celebrity?
yeah. I worked at Ramada Inn for years, thats where most of the 'talent' for the Rodeo stayed. Jerry Clower was the best. He was a nut. Coming down for coffee in his jammies.

23. Do you rent movies often?
no... I suck at remembering to bring them back.... which means I own alot of rented movies...

24. Is there anything sparkly in the room you're in?
uhhhhhhh.... water in the fish tanks?? spit on the windows where Bow was banging and trying to get to the boys when they left, then when BR left.. Maybe a few other things, but I am under NO illusion that it might be me....

25. How many countries have you visited?
one. Mexico. MANY YEARS ago. when all you had to worry about was TB and dysentary.

26. Have you made a prank phone call?
DUH, I grew up before caller ID and *69.....
I actually remember buying my first cordless phone. Speaking of which. my kid told me the other day "they should invent a phone with a cord on it, that way you dont loose them as badly"

27. Ever been on a train?
I think as a kid I rode the zoo trains...

28. Brown or white eggs?
green! LOL some of my chickens lay blue/green eggs, the rest lay brown ones. I dont care about the color, I want FRESH eggs.

29.Do you have a cell-phone?
Nope, I have a SMART phone.. damn thing can do more crap than I can... I bet it could turn on the washing machine if I was smart enough to tell it to.... But I do LOVE my blackberry. :)

30. Do you use chap stick?
sometimes. Usually I find the tube and its empty.. stupid kids..

31. Do you own a gun?
Is this a serious question? I am on the Friends of the NRA banquet committee. Sorry, the absurdity of the question startled me. Yes, I do indeed own a gun, and I hope to win a few more on Saturday. Keep your fingers crossed for me.

32. Can you use chop sticks?
Nope. and as long as I own a gun, I will never be forced to.....

33. Who are you going to be with tonight?
well it depends... what time?? I will be with the baseball team, then my heathens, and eventually BR. or maybe he will be with me at the ballpark.... I dont know.. But I can assure you that I will be with the heathens at the ballpark..

34. Are you too forgiving?
hmmmm I'd say no... I tend to hold a grudge. badly..

35. Ever been in love?
Yep, have been for 16 years , 6 months and 8 days -- or at least thats the only reason that I can think for never having killed him....

36. What is your best friend(s) doing tomorrow?
working I hope. He needs to make money to spend at the banquet...
The other is working too.

37. Ever have cream puffs?
Not on purpose.. I dont even know what one is...

38. Last time you cried?
probably yesterday. and if not, I can promise it was at some point in the last week..

39. What was the last question you asked?
"well it depends.... what time?" that was the answer to # 33.
Okay, not counting this? ahhh what serendepity... I was JUST interupted by a phone call..... so the last question I asked.... "do you listen to anything? or do you just wait for the noise to stop before you start talking again?" a question posed to my mother because she was again telling me how to raise my children and to be careful with them around the pigs.. They are actually SAFER if I keep them in the hog pen all day instead of letting them go to school or walmart. DUH.

40. Favorite time of the year?
Spring, its baseball and new life. and hunting season...

41. Do you have any tattoos?
Unfortunatly no... But I plan on it soon.

42. Are you sarcastic?
I am not sarcastic, I speak the truth in a way that at times makes people pause, and occasionally laugh. And hopefully in my bluntness/humor someone will start to think JUST a little before they open their mouths next time...

43. Have you ever seen The Butterfly Effect?
I have seen the effect a butterfly has on flowers, and plants.. but from the previous answer I am guessing this is a movie, so no.. I dont reckon I was blessed with the cinematic veiwing of this particular
show.

44. Ever walked into a wall?
yep. and occasionally I will argue with one..

45. Favorite color?
well, it was red. but since every color has a 'cause' associated with it now, I am leaning towards pink.. at least until they make a ribbon and stick a color on HIA syndrome. then I will champion the cause to find a cure.

46. Have you ever slapped someone?
yep. and the adjustment in attitude was amazing..
"I hate rude behavior in a man. I won't tolerate it. " Woodrow Call

47. Is your hair curly?
nope. and no matter how hard I try, it wont do it. Except for a few locks that resist ALL strait ironing if I get a bad cut... but they are more wavy...

48. What was the last CD you bought?
I am not sure... A comedy one I fiqure... I think Jerry Clower, I was trying to introduce my children to true comedy...

49. Do looks matter?
of course they do. Ever seen an ugly Miss America? Yes I think they do to a point, although you dont have to look like a barbie doll to be successful, you do have to be clean cut and wear attractive clothing.

50. Could you ever forgive a cheater?
no, nor a lier or a theif. I have standards.


51. Is your phone bill sky high?
I personally think so. 80.00 for a home phone and 160.00 for 5 cell phones (BR has a blackberry plan)- I have my mother and inlaws on my plan. Although I dont know why, none of them are smart enough to fiqure out how to use one...

52. Do you like your life right now?
Well, concedering the alternative, I reckon so.....

53. Do you sleep with the TV on?
Yes. I go to sleep everynight watching Antiques Roadshow. The last 3 nights I havent made it past the 1st appraisel...

54. Can you handle the truth?
Yes. Its the only way to live. The only thing that thrives living under BS is mushrooms, and most of them are poisonious.

55. Do you have good vision?
sure do. If I have on my glasses.. If I dont have them on, then I honestly DIDNT see you wave at me, or at the end of the isle at walmart. I wasnt being rude. I swear.

56. Do you hate or dislike more than 3 people?
Oh yeah...

57. How often do you talk on the phone?
a day or an hour? I'd say.... 15 or more times a day.

58. The last person you held hands with?
hmmm.... BR I reckon... But it was more of me HOLDING his hands.... Bow or Rayley if it was mutual..

59. What are you wearing?
work out pants (yes, that is an oxymoron) and a T shirt that says "I'll try to be nicer if you'll try to be smarter" So far I havent had to be nice at all today....

60.What is your favorite animal?
One that I dont have to clean up after.. right now, none... Especially not this freakin cat who wont get away from me..

61. Where was your default picture taken?
In my bathroom... thats where I make all my cakes... see... stupid question, faceious answer...

62. Can you hula hoop?
well, I COULD, at one point in my life.. havent tried in years, but since I have bigger hips now I am bettin I could rock a hula hoop....

63. Do you have a job?
ahhhh my favorite question and one that starts many a debate around here.... Lets see.. according to BR: No.
But I like to think I do a little something... so lets see what you think....
neatness engineer, travel plan coordinator and executionist, nutrition specialist, stain eliminator, nonprofit paladin, farmer, rancher, laymen nurse, accounts payable, stockboy, supply acquisition specialist,interior decorator, common laborer, organizational specialist, psychologist, bookkeeper, hacky, , referee, fashion advisor and buyer,toxic waste cleanup and disposal, carpenter,event planner, photographer, plumber, laundress,, HVAC tech, disciplinarian, and occasionally a correctional officer.


64. What was the most recent thing you bought?
Tickets for the FNRA banquet. You should come. Call me and I will give you a great deal on tickets.

65. Have you ever crawled through a window?
yep. more than once. Although the last time was to escape a housefire, so I dont want to repeat it..

Oh wait, the actual last time was when I was working at the Rayburn Superette, I had forgotten my keys to the store at home, so I crawled through the window to get the store ready to open while someone brought me some keys to open the door from the inside. Either way I am getting too old and fat to do it again..

Odd things about me

1. Do you like blue cheese? Nope. Cheese has gotta be an orangish/yellow. Blue is moldy. And I was raised not to eat mold. plus I am alergic to pennicilian.

2. Have you ever smoked a cigar? Yep

3 . Do you own a gun? Is this a serious question? Yes I do, Doesnt everybody?

4. What flavor Kool Aid was your favorite? was?? IS.. GRAPE!

5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments? Only if the stick turned blue....

6. What do you think of hot dogs? Great with Ketchup adn dill Relish, just dont tell BR. Then I will hear "nobody, and I mean NOBODY, puts ketchup on a hotdog"

7. Favorite Christmas movie? Rudolph the claymation one with Burl Ives

8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? Coffee, but I am too lazy, so Dr Pepper

9. Can you do push-ups? On purpose? why?

10. What's your favorite piece of jewelry? Its a toss up between my grandmothers wedding ring and mine.

11. Favorite hobby? I'll get back to you on that when my kids are grown. I dont have one right now, I have kids. OH wait. Volunteering. Yep. its a hobby. or an obsession...

12. Do you have A.D.D.? Nope, I am completely together... oh look a kitty.... Just kidding. No, I have blonde. Or HIA, if you ask BR....

13. What's one trait you hate about yourself? Just one? physical? mental? I'd say my inability to keep a clean house. Or my stomache. you wernt specific.

14. Middle name? Lee

15. Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment? I am tired and my body hurts, Rayley is annoying me, and my head hurts.

16. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink? Dr Pepper, Tea, Dr Pepper,

17. Current worry? Money... that sounds good.

18. Currently hate right now? The road our country is headed down.

19. Favorite place to be? Home. on my couch. or the ballpark. watching my kids play.

20. How did you bring in the New Year? BBQing here at the house, hosting a party- actually by midnight everyone had left and I was cleaning.

21. Where would you like to go? Now? or for eternity? I'd like to go back to Vegas, or DC. But I do plan on getting to Heaven eventually. And yes, I know they are polar opposits..

22. Name three people who will complete this: is this supposed to be 3 of my wierdest friends or what? Sneaking these questions in to make it to 44 is not nice.

23. Do you own slippers? Yes. But I can only find one.

24. What shirt are you wearing right now? My Buckwear Tshirt that I won at the NRA banquet a few years ago, It says "vegitarian-- Old Indian Word for Bad Hunter"

25. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? HECK NO! Its like ....... YUCK!

26. Can you whistle? If I suck in, so honestly, no.

27. Favorite color? It used to be red... I am leaning kinda towards Pink now.

28. Red or white wine? Strawberry Hill.. I dont do wine..

29. What songs do you sing in the shower? LEAVE ME ALONE! GIVE ME 5 MINUTES! GO AWAY! I JUST WANT TO BATHE IN PEACE!!! oh... thats not a song?? well it should be...

30. Favorite Girl's name? Scarlett

31 Favorite Boy's name? Landry

32 What's in your pocket right now? Aint got one. Wearin work out pants. Yes, its an oxymoron for ME to wear workout pants.

33. Last thing that made you laugh? I dont know. Something Holly said during our marathon brisket cooking today- But I cant remember what...

34. Worst injury you ever had? accidental? or on purpose? When I had my feet broke and reset was pretty painful. But.... accidental... I dont know. I am a klutz, so I have a new bobo every day. Maybe when I superglued my eyes shut..

35. Do you love where you live? Mostly, but its becoming too crowded. OH you meant the town. Same answer.

36. How many TVs do you have in your house? 5, but only 2 are hooked up.

37. Who is your loudest friend? ... uhhhh..... Holly. It would have to be her.

38. Do you have any pets? Yes

39. Does someone have a crush on you? God I hope not. Unless its BR. If someone does, he is an idiot.

40. Your favorite book(s): Tom Clancy. or John Sanford

41. Favorite sports team? Dallas Cowboys. DUH

42. Who is your least favorite sports team? New Orleans Saints, or Washington Redskins, or who ever beat us last week. But the saints and skins are at the top!

43. How many cell phones do you carry? just one. I cant even keep up with it.

44. What's your favorite casual place to eat? a GOOD mexican food resturant.

okay, thats enough for now. I'll do the rest later.
Wish me luck with the evil dishwasher. I did the math today, and I should be thankful for as long as its lasted. 3 years is 1095 days so, if you take away the days that I screwed around and didnt wash dishes, (although why would you? it would just double up the next day so lets dont. anyway, double that. cause even if there was a day that I DIDNT wash dishes and we DIDNT have any, there are lots of days that I ended up with more than my 2 loads.. lots more than I skipped, so lets say we add another 300, cause in 1100 days I bet that 300 of them I did an extra load. so, say 2190 plus 300, you have roughly 2500 loads that have went through that dishwasher.

I guess it deserves to die. Its not right. Its only 3 years old, but it did a lot of work. I just cant let it go quietly. I have to perform an autopsy.. or a mechropsy...


*Disclaimer
I dont reccomend that you actualy do this to someone, unless they have a wonderful sense of humor, because they very well might end up loosing their grip on reality and you will see them on the 6 oclock news trying to get to the CEO of GE. or at the very least breaking onto the set of 30 rock and trying to strangle that Baldwin brother.


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Well, we have had a very full week. Friday I was bound and determined to get my hair cut. So, I called, yes, at 10am. I had to get groceries and pay a few bills anyway.
Since I didnt have a babysitter, off Rayley, Bow adn I headed to town. I ended up holding Bow while I got my hair cut, and when we left, we looked like a sasquatch had been shaved beside us. I had worn a fleece jacket thing with work out pants. So, we were going STRAIT home. I was MOTIFIED that someone would see us. Bow literly had handfulls of 3 inch long blonde hairs ALL over him. and I had clumps of them ALL over me.

But I was happy with my haircut. Then my grandfather called. Could I pick up some fetlizer?
ACK! so I drug the kids into the feedstore. with hair falling all over the place. I appologized to the lady for bringing in a kid with no shirt on, and for me looking like I had gotten attacked by a weedeater and had the evidence all over me. We got our fertlizer and headed home.

I changed clothes, sat around for a few minutes, did a load of laundry and went back to town to get the boys. I still hadnt got groceries or ran any erronds. I took the boys strait to the barber shop. They looked like they hadnt had a hair cut in months.
I bet there was 5 people in front of us, and only 2 barbers. But we waited. Bow was sitting in my lap and kept doing his 'gimme' hand at those getting hair cuts, patting his head and grunting. When he would get restless I would tell him to sit still, he would be next. This would calm him down and he would sit still for another 15 minutes. FINALLY, it came our turn. He sat in my lap, and we got his hair cut. He never said a word. He just would turn his head, look down, look sideways. what ever we wanted. He was soo good. Brett and Matt arent this good when they get their hair cut! And this time I didnt have as much hair on me. or him.

Finally the boys got done, And we left, we had been there for almost 2 hours. Which meant no grocery run. we had to be at the banquet hall for set up at 6. I grabbed them some food, (they got McDonalds adn were THRILLED!!) and we headed to where I had to help set up. I turned on the DVD player in the truck, gave them a movie they hadnt seen in months. and told them to BE GOOD.
we were out in the country, and they were 5 feet from the door. I wasnt worried about anything happening. Other than them arguing over the movie.

Then I went in to set up.. We had dozens of tables and hundreds of chairs to set up. Eventually the kids got bored, and I let them out to play on the playground behind the center. Brett opted to help us. And he did help.

We finally got home around 8. I had to be back by 10am. And we went to bed so we could start all over.
At 9 my sister in law came and got Bow adn Rayley. I was so thankful that she did this for me.
I took Brett and Matt back with me, and they helped to set up all the merchandise. They really did work. When they had nothing left to do, they got their DVD player, set it up in a corner and watched Quigly down under.

We got done around 1, ran a few of those erronds, came home and BR was already here. He had worked that morning so couldnt help. We all got dressed and headed back at 3:30. The doors opened at 5:30 and we had a little more to get done.

The banquet was a Friends of the NRA banquet. Its a dinner and auction, with raffles and games. All the money raised is put back into the communities. Its given for shooting sports, training and education. Very seldom can I afford anything on auction, maybe a print, And this year there wasnt any prints I liked, we always do the raffle.

But I was happy with the raffles. there were 10 guns on the general raffle tables, and another 5 guns that we qualified for with the smallest raffle package that we bought.

I was working the event, so I didnt get to visit and BS with many people, but I still had a blast. I did get my grandfather to come too. he didnt stay long, but he did come.

BR helped me by running one of the games at one point. But it was the boys that I was very proud of. Our representative, he was so nice to the boys. He had gotten Brett to help him the night before, and Brett became his follower. well, at the actual banquet, Brett and Matt were his shadows. He even gave them NRA hats. They had a blast. I lost them a few times.

The first time I left the cashiers desk and asked BR where they were. He pointed them out to me. They were on stage, Brett had a rifle and Matt had a Redhawk pistol. They would have made Vanna White proud. And the feild rep intoduced them over his microphone. Said "if you have any questions, grab one of my assistants, this is Brett with the rifle, and Hoover with the pistol, and they will help you out".

A little while later BR asked me if I had seen the boys, I said No. He said they are over there. Well, they were walking around the room. Showing off guns. Matt had an AR-15 and Brett had a limited edition shotgun. They were in hog heaven. All I could do was pray they didnt drop them. (and before anyone freaks out, there were NO bullets, and its only a .223. plus, they dont shoot any faster than an expert with a pump shotgun can shoot They just look ugly.)

The boys worked the room all night, when they wernt busy showing off stuff, they were working the tables. We had football type grids- where you could win a gun, raffle drawings, and various other things. They would sit and take money, they would sell tickets, and bring me credit cards to run.

Someone came and got me when they went on stage for the check presentation. The 4-H shooting sports was given 11,060.00 from last years FNRA banquet. Not bad for a little club with less than 15 members.

I was very proud of them. And got quite a few compliments on their behaviour adn how nice and polite they were.

When it came time for the raffle drawings, I was worried about BR paying attention. I was really busy checking out people, but decided to take the tickets from him. I had his package, mine that came with my ticket, and my grandfathers and uncles. (since they had left).
BR and Matt were drawing the numbers, and since they had tickets I was worried about them not checking to make sure THEY didnt win. I went and checked, they were making sure it wasnt them! They had it together.

they went through almost all the buckets. I hadnt won crap. I had 4 sets of numbers in my hand. FOUR SETS. and they danced all around my numbers. The one that ended in a 4. They called out the 3 twice, and the 5 once. It was the same for a few of the others.

They got down to three items, and I went to stand by BR. So I could bitch about my kids not drawing my ticket. I was tapping my toes (I was wearinng my lucky boots after all) and quietly chanting my numbers-- There wasnt many buckets left,and I really didnt know what they were calling for.
Then Tony started calling. 52012.....7!

yes, I jumped up adn down, and yes I screamed. Then Tony said "committee members cant win." I cant remember what I said- as I was running from the very back to the front of the place.. I am quite sure it started with BULL...
He told Brett to check my ticket to make sure the numbers matched... I told Brett to show me his first... We matched!



It was a joke anyway. Why would I buy tickets if I couldnt win?

It was a .22/410 combo. Its a little single shot youth rifle. I had put in tickets and so had BR. We used to have 2 of these, But one of them was in the house when it burned down. The other was in my truck. So we only had one.

I went and was giving the guy my name who was writing on the guns. We dont get to take them home, you have to go through the check at a licenced firearm dealer same as if you went to a store and bought it. As I was standing there they did the next to the last bucket. I cant remember what it was. But it wasnt my number.

THEN, it was the last gun on the general raffle table.

52012...7

I was standing RIGHT beside Tony, who had the microphone. and still went to hollerin. See we have a rule, he calls out the number ONCE. Then he says "going once, going twice, calls out the number and then GONE!" he drops it and draws the next one. I wanted to make sure he didnt drop MY winning number!!

This time it was an 870 Remington 20 Gauge pump shotgun.

Then they went to the red and yellow tables. Depending on the size of package you buy, you get put on these tables. We were on the cheap table. I had 999994.
They called 999995 adn 999993, but never 999994. Oh well. I had gotten 2 guns. and that was better than nothing! :) My prizes exceeded my out of pocket.

The event was over a little after 10, but we had to clean up, count up and get everything settled. We left there at 1am.

BR was starving, so I drove to wataburger. Two other committee members that had left about 10 minutes before me, were in line in front of me. That was NOT a good omen.
I called Amanda, telling her that I was on my way soon. She said Bow and Rayley were asleep and had been NO problem.

I got to the window to pay 43 minutes after I pulled into line. I kid you not.
Then I was blessed with them standing around arguing about who was not doing their work. They hadnt even STARTED my food yet.

It was another 15 minutes before I got it. I was so mad. But everyone was starving, we had ate a VERY rushed meal at 4:30. People were already lined up to get in and staring at us as we ate, so we took about 10 minutes to scarf down some food (the committee members have to eat beforehand, otherwise you will never SEE food. ) and then opened the doors.

Yesterday I spent cleaning house. and washing dishes. Because my dishwasher decided that after 2 to 3 loads a day for 3 years, it was time to die. I kid you not. We moved into this house in April or May. I think we bought it in April and got moved in the first of May. THREE years ago. Everything that breaks, breaks in these months, because thats when the warrenties are up on it. SO now I get to wash dishes by hand. I dont like washing dishes by hand. I like to put my dishes, scraped, into the dishwasher and turn it on.

but such is life. I dont like making beds, folding laundry or vacumming either. (which by the way, BR and the boys broke the belt on my vacuum again..... on monday- since I havent made it to the grocery store all week, I am swimming in dog hair and small peices of paper.. why do small peices of paper end up on my floor you ask? well so do I.. I dont know why they are there. My kids just manage to produce them. ALOT of them..)

They broke the belt cleaning up my incubator. I have had this thing for years. Since before the house burned, but never had the chance to use it. So, they cleaned it up, in the middle of the living room floor, its a cabinet one, about 3 1/2 feet tall, almost 3 feet long and about 18 inches wide, and they left it in the middle of the living room floor, until yesterday. I got BR to help me get the brooder out, it will go down to the coop, and get this in that corner.
I put my first ever eggs in it last night. 23 various chicken eggs, I hope some of them hatch. We shall see in 21 days.

OH and now that the FNRA banquet is over, I get to start on the NWTF banquet. The first meeting is Thursday. SInce Baseball is winding down, (7 games left) and School is almost out (if they dont close us down for H1N1- I refuse to call it swine flu, and I wont even get started on THAT vent... yet... ) I will have some time on my hands for more projects!

I wana talk about ME-------

this blog is all about me.
Just kidding. although it should be. I decided the other night that I wanted to have nails again. I have had nails since I was in highschool. I couldnt afford to go and get them done, so I learned how to do them myself. For the most part I always had them. There were a few months off and on where I would just get tired of doing it, so I'd let it slide. then I would have to do them again.

Well, the other night, I decided that I didnt like how my hands looked. I wanted nails and was going to do them. I dug out all my stuff and then played mommy for another 4 hours. I eventually went to bed. My nails wernt done. I hadnt even finished cleaning the kitchen.
I was laying there and I decided I was going to do them. It was 12:03. BR asked where I was going. I told him. He said "at midnight?" yep. I will do them tonight, and paint them tommorow as we are driving to ball practice.
He just laughed. So, I got up and did them. I filed, I filled in, I worked on them and only got interupted twice. Once when Rayley woke up and once when Bow did.

Not my best work, but since I hadnt done them since I had Bow 18 months ago, it wasnt bad. before I got pregnant with Bow I used to change them with the seasons. Decorate them for which ever holiday was coming up. It was pretty good work. But since Bow I havent really cared. Just been in a funk I guess.

I did get one coat on, right before I drove to the ballpark. I didnt do it earlier that morning because BR decided that we had to build fence again. So I worked with him for a few hours.

It has taken me 3 more days to get enough coats on them that they are right, and to get the top coat on. They are drying as I type.

Bow is down for a nap, and I refuse to clean right now.

We had out last meeting for the banquet last night. I think we will have a pretty good turnout. My family has all bailed on me. Noone is going, but that is okay, BR and I will go and so will the boys. Amanda volunteered to keep the youngest two. Which helps, becuase I didnt know what to do with them. I wont be asking anyone to keep them. It makes it hard to do some things, but I dont want to be that person. the one who always dumps her kids off. I can deal with them at the ballpark, grocery shopping and other things. Its not alwys easy, but I can handle it. Nothing has been said, but seeings how instead of hearing "why dont you drop them off here" I hear "Why dont you make someone else volunteer at the school, or keep the books, or do so and so, because I am sure its hard to do it with a toddler and a preschooler".
Of course, when these same people ask me why they dont ever SEE the kids, I will tell them simply "we have plans for that day" because it never fails, they only seem to have time for them when I have plans for us, or when BR is off.

Now, I will admit, my grandfather always asks me to let him keep them. But I just feel so guilty leavng them there. Baseball runs late, and its hard to keep up with Bow. Much less Rayley.

Anyway. since God never gives you more than you can handle, I reckon he thinks I can handle it. Or he gets a kick out of watching steam come out of my ears.

BR has been working alot lately, and he wont get to this game tonight either. I hate it, both boys are supposed to pitch. I wish he could get to see them.


After I did my nails the other day Matt said "why did you do that?"
"cause they are pretty, and they make ME feel pretty"
"but didnt it hurt to take your nails off and put those on?"
"yep. sure did...."

I just wish I could cut my own hair. that way I wouldnt have to fiqure out how to get it done. That is one thing that you cant do with a toddler and a 4 year old. Honestly. But, I guess I can just grow it back out. I can cut my own bangs, and long strait hair is easy to trim. I will miss the short cute bob. I enjoy having it. But I never can find a way to get it cut, so its more frustration that anything.

well shoot, here I said it wouldnt be all about me and it is.

Let me change that.

On Saturday I was 'blessed' with this.




I think its a hoot owl- just a baby. It couldnt fly, woulnt eat, and would just 'pop' its beak at you. It never offered to bite, and was very gentle.

Just for clarification, I no longer have it. Its illegal to havea bird of prey in your possesion in Texas. And honestly, I dont want the darn thing. It would kill my chickens.




Sunday we went to practice.



thats Brett pitching and Matt on short stop.


I forgot Bow's harness. And BR was helping on the field, so I was chasing him like a run away mule. HE wasnt being bad, he just wanted out on the field with the big boys to play ball.

Then I remembered the rope in my truck.



He wasnt happy. But didnt cry, he is used to it for the most part.






Plus he could play with Rayley.





Till she got tired of him messing up her 'drawins'





so next thing I know, Bow is off again.



And he knows that I will step on the trailing end when he is running. So he gathered it all up and took off with it.

I took him in the dugout and tied him. then he got a helmet, and headed out to the field. He didnt get far, but it was cute.


I also remembered that I have to get that teachers poem finished up. I have just not been in a creative mood lately. I will have to think about it.

Oh and Matt lost his bat again. We have no clue where its at. They cant imagine, and I am NOT happy. That thing is expensive. And Matt cant just pick up any bat and use it. We bought that one because the ounces and length is right. Stupid as it sounds, an ounce makes a huge differnce in batting.




Yesterday I got an email that was supposed to be here the night before. Changing the time for our last NRA banquet meeting. It was 3:30 and I had to be on the other side of town by 5. I needed a shower, and BR was at work. He called me in the meantime and I asked him what time he was coming home. He had about 4 more hours of work. Rayley was taken care of. She had been asked to go to Amanda's for the night since she was off work. But there were 3 more, and I couldnt take them with me.
BR actually called me back and said "I'll come home, watch the kids and then go back out to work"
I thought that was very sweet of him. Plus he got the incubator that I have had in storage for YEARS, out and cleaned up and we are trying to get it stabilized so we can incubate some eggs.

ANd none of it was a dream. I swear. The incubator is still in the middle of my living room. Oh and I cant vacuum, cause they broke the belt when they tried to use it to clean it up some...



oh and I dont know if I showed you these.







this is my pig. Pork Chop. Not to be confused with the hogs we have down by the chickens. Pork Chop is a Pot Bellied pig, I got him when he was 3 weeks old and I was in High School.

When BR and I first started dating he said that he would never allow a dog in the house.

SO I said "what about a pig"
"sure"

well, he didnt think I was serious.

That is why I usually get THIS look now....



ANyway, he married me. and my pig. Pork Chop did live in the house for a few years. Till he and his companion got too big. Shortly after I got me the pig, I got BR a Bull Mastiff His name was Jake. They were the best of friends.

And when we went off to Lousianna when Matt was 3 days old, for him to start pipelineing or doing fiber optics or something, I had to leave my baby and Jake behind. We lost Jake shortly there after. But Pork Chop is still at my Mother in Laws. We had built him a pen and I dont have a fence to keep him in here. The only pasture I have, is beside the highway, and I am so scared that he would get out and get hit.

He is nigh on 15 years old. But he still loves his momma.

And since then we have had dogs in the house.
Heck, I have kids, and honestly, the dogs are cleaner, aside from the hair. But they do clean up some of the messes the kids make when they are eating... They almost earn their keep.

I promise to do better.

Okay, I will admit, I have been avoiding you. Honestly. When I let the blog slide for as long as I have been, I hate to come in and try to catch up. Its just awful. And the guilt... I feel guilty for not having been here. for not tattiling on my kids, for ignoring you, now I feel quilty for lumping it all on you at once.

So I wont. I am going to run down what has happened. It will be a crappy post. But if I get it all off my chest now, I can pick back up. I have wanted to come in and tell you a few things, but then felt bad because I would be ignoring other things.

First of all, I am NOT happy about quitting smoking. I dont lead the type of life where I can just drop a habit that helps to keep me sane.

So, here I am diving in with both feet.

Animals (wild and otherwise)- *My chickens were disapearing at an alarming rate, Finally we got the coop where they cant get out. We hope. I have lost well over a dozen.
*While I was doing my hair getting ready to go somewhere and Matt had been sent out to let the chickens out, He came busting in the bathroom door. With an adult female cardinal in his hands. He had caught it. He had failed to let the chickens out or feed the hogs, but he managed to bring a full grown wild bird in my house.
*a week or so later, Matt found a differnt cardinal dead outside the coop. They are trying to get in and eat the chicken feed. Not sure what happened to this one, but it was just dead. We were in a hurry, and they couldnt burry it. So he sat it on top of the BBQ pit and it was forgotten about. for over a week. We traced down the smell and disposed of it later.

* while at the coop one night right at dark the kids were driving me nuts, we were putting up MORE chicken wire and I finally told Matt to take a barefooted Bow home, he had terrorized the chickens, the hogs were convinced he was food and he was hanging on the wire. Matt did, but not with out being upset. Rayley went too. Brett stayed, because Brett doesnt listen. As we were gathering up the tools ready to head home Darla (the mo-ron dog) started barking and baying something about 15 feet from the coop. Where the kids had just been playing. we went and looked. There was a copperhead. VERY poisonous. After it was killed and fed to the hogs, we went home, with strict instructions to the kids to NOT go down barefoot again, and me on a mission to find Bow some rubber boots. I found some, but his foot is too fat to fit in them... I dont know what I am going to do.

School- *Brett cant seem to keep his mouth shut. AT ALL. he gets at least one demarit a day in one of his classes. I dont get it. Now he doesnt get to do the school carnival this month because he lost too many demarits.
*Matt got suspended for taking a popcicle stick to school with yarn wrapped around it. Apparently it resembled a shank. (prison term for a homemade knife). He said it was a backscratcher. But did admit to me that if you wanted to pretend it was a knife you could. Of course, it all depends on the kid. If a little less boyish child had came to school with it, it could have been a magic wand ala Harry Potter, or a conductors stick. Its all in their imagination.
*report cards, my kids made As and B's. EXCEPT Brett, he had a C in conduct. for talking. GGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Birthday- *We drove all over hells half acre in a blinding monsoon to get Matts birthday present -- correct that. I drove. In Beaumont. BR sat in the back, and my dad beside me. BR bitched the whole time about my driving. Yet never offered to turn the key. But we did get them 2 3-D targets for achery. a turkey and a deer. They LOVED them.
*my dad came in for about a week, to see the boys play ball and visit, and for Matts birthday party.
* I made Matt a birthday cake. Well, the week started by me making 36 baseball cupcakes for Matts baseball team. They turned out really cute.
THEN, I made a beer can cake for a friends husband. This is the beer can:



This is the cake:



AND then, the next day I started Matts cake.

this is what he wanted, when I vetoed trying to do a shotgun...



This is what he got:


All told I spent about 45 hours that week baking and decorating cakes and cupcakes.

But it was worth it.


Baseball- * Matt finally got to pitch. He started the game. OMG. you would think they handed him the keys to the city. If our city was worth handing keys to.
He didnt do badly. He had some great pitches. He had some bad pitches. He walked 6 kids. BUT never walked in a run. Instead we gave them 6 runs by throwing the ball around like drunk monkeys and giving them bases. They didnt steal them, we just handed them over. 3 kids hit, and got on base because again, we acted like we had never seen a baseball before. and he struck out 2 kids. ONE time we were able to get someone out when they tried to steal.
He wasnt great, Lord knows that, but he was good. And it was his first time. and he NEVER walked in a run. would he if his team hadnt have given away all the bases that they did? I dont know. Because he never had that chance. I just hope he gets the chance to pitch again. He enjoyed it, and with some guidence, he might be a decent pitcher.
When he went up to bat he hit a GREAT hit. I mean a HARD hit. unfortunatly, he hit it right over 2nd bases head and 2nd base is like 7 foot tall. The kid never even knew he caught it. But Hoover was out.
He didnt care. He was just so thrilled with having struck out 2 kids. and I was very proud of him. VERY proud.
It almost killed me. My nerves were SHOT. He was up there, sinking, no matter what he did he was just digging in a deeper hole, and I was having to watch it. But he was on cloud nine. I kid you not. they beat us 8 to 0. We had 3 go up in the first inning to bat, and 3 went down- Brett and another kid hit, but were thrown out, and in the second inning 3 went up and 3 went down. hoover was the only one to hit and got out on his flyball.
* 2 games later, Brett started the game. 1st inning he walked 2, struck out 1 and one hit off him. but we were able to throw out 2 of those that got on base, so they only got one point. The next inning he went out, walked 2 and they pulled him. We ended up going with 2 other pitchers before it was over. then they put him back on the mound with 2 outs and 2 on base. He walked the first one, hit the next one, (we got one of them out in the meantime) and then struck out the last one. Ending the game. we only lost 9-6 that game. Hoover hit but was thrown out and got walked once. Brett was walked twice.
* After their trouble with school all week I told them that to play they would be running 15 laps after the game. They offered 30. I am not talking bases here. I mean all the way around the field. Their daddy wasnt able to go. He had to work, Well, last night we got there late, 10 minutes late. and Brett wasnt able to start pitching. Since the game was started by the time we got there. They were at the bottom of the line up and Brett went up with 2 outs. A kid got thrown out while he was batting and so we took the field. we were up by 5 runs already. They got 2 runs out of us that round with Brett catching the ball on 2nd to get the 3rd one out, and we got to bat. Brett was up first, He walked. Then wanted to pick at the kids by jumping off 2nd base when he stole it. Trying to get them to throw away the ball. he LOVES to do this. And honestly, he had everyone in the stands laughing at his antics. He is such a clown. Matt was up next. They had been put at the bottom of the lineup since they were late. Usually Brett bats 3rd and Matt 6th. Well Matt laced one out to the dirt, they fumbled it a little and he was able to get to first safe. where they threw it away! he got second, then they threw it away again! he took 3rd and Brett went home.

There was a few walks, and then a wild ball and they sent Hoover home, He came in flat on his back. We have to slide if the play is close, or we are out, and by george he SLID. literly on his back. But it was WONDERFUL!

Then, after 5 more points, we took the field, the same kid was pitching but getting tired after he walked 2 and we only had one out they decided to change pitchers. BRett came up. He struck out the first kid and the second hit a good one, but it was fielded and he was thrown out. We mananged to win 10-2!!!
* Both boys were told after the game that they would pitch again soon. This is VERY hard on my nerves. VERY hard. BUT Hoover hits better when he has his mind on something else. I tell you, he lets his head get in the way. I am not kidding. this night he was worried about getting suspended and what was going to happen to him.
And I feel sorry for the coaches. I keep the books, and honestly, you couldnt pick a more scatterbrained person to do it. I swear I pay attention, but writing it down, I miss the next play. I KNOW they cant fiqure out what I have done. LOL

Bowdrie *still refuses to talk. He points and grunts. If you ignore him, he will just get it himself.
* I am ALWAYS dragging him off the table, out of the fridge, out of cabinets.
*and digging things out of the fish tank that he has put in there. He has stripped about 6 inches of vention blinds from my window and broken them up and put them in the tank, all the leaves off the ivy. and YES I do disipline him. He just is hard headed.
* He thinks he is as big as the other kids, doing everything they do, but messier.
* And he LOVES the chickens and hogs. If someone leaves the door a little open, he is headed to see them.

Rayley - *Drama QUEEN. but we have gotten a pretty good attitude adjustment and she is doing MUCH better.
* LOVES to go down and throw food to the chickens and hogs. Unless you ask her to. Then she just doesnt want to go.
* was counting something the other day, and I was playing with Bow. She told me "mom, will you be quiet. I keep running off track" It took me a few minutes to fiqure out she meant that she couldnt KEEP track of what she was doing.
* told me "ya know, I reckon being a girl isnt so bad, at least I dont stink like the boys do" when they had been playing outside for hours and sweating. I was nice and didnt tell her that she did indeed stink as bad as them.
* has decided that I 'contribute to her headaches' by 'being contrary and annoying her'

There are some others, but honestly, I cant remember them. Sorry.


I did make the boys run those laps. They only got 10 because they wanted to turn out the lights at the feild. So they will be giving me the 5 they missed plus more when we practice this weekend.


I have also been working on the Friends of the NRA banquet, I am having alot of fun, the other committee members are fun to be around and make me feel very welcome. Almost too welcome. Concidering I am now the treasurer.

I have been spending my spare time trying to get items to raffle off, use as door prizes and selling tickets. I just hope I dont sell so many that I sell my way right out of winning a gun or three. :)

I think I have hit the highlights. I am sure I missed something, or alot of somethings, but the sit ups have me addled. Oh yea. I am DETERMINED to get in some sort of shape other than 'round'. I want that tatoo that I was going to get the weekend I found out I was knocked up with Bow. I want it BAD.

So, I have promised myself, if I can refrain from smoking, and can wear something other than sweatpants with out having things hanging out that shouldnt, I will get it.

yellow roses with the stems entertwined. I dont know why I want it so bad. But I do.

Now I have to fiqure out how to get the kitchen clean, and pork chops fried, (that I have to cut out of a 12 pound loin that I need to carve up and freeze), a loaf of quick beer bread made (homemade of course), taters mashed (and cooked), peas and corn done, before BR gets home in 30 minutes. He called an hour ago and said he was headed this way, but I didnt want to stop while I was on a roll...

Damn guilt...

ACK! I just heard his 18wheeler drive by!! why wont my twitching nose do anything for me??






while I wrote this, the school called, with their automated thing, to tell me that my son was absent today- They call at 6:30PM. To tell me that he was absent, and to contact the administration office to let them know why. THEY SUSPENDED HIM!!

AND, he is in 3rd grade, I KNOW he wasnt there.Because he was with me and if he was older, school skipping age, dont you think calling me a little earlier would be smarter? That way I might could find my kid within hours of them leaving the house and not halfway into the night when they have been gone 12 hours if they dnt happen to show up at home after school.