I'm Alive!

Wow. I've done a horrible job of blogging this summer. I've done a tad bit better at commenting.

There really hasn't been much to talk about. I've been spending my days watching old shows & movies with the kids. Reading, reading, reading! Working on Bear's blanket. I scrapped the original one and started a new one on a knitting loom. Bear is ok with that. I will be finished before school starts. Oh yes, I will. I'll post a pic of it just for ya'll! ;) Oh yeah, and spending some time on that huge time waster, Facebook.

I've also caught up on some doctor's visits. Had some blood work done to check my thyroid. My thyroid is ok, my cholesterol is just over the high mark so I have to make some food changes. Never fun. Of course, with my thyroid ok, I have to wonder why I'm so tired and unmotivated a lot of the time. Maybe I'm just lazy. ;)

I will also have my very first mammogram next week. I'm not nervous about the results but I do have a lot of fibroids. I wonder how that will play out. We shall see. I am anxious about having it done only because it's an unknown world to me. Not sure what to expect. So, all in all, I'll be glad when it's over.

Last weekend, I went to Moms' Camp with Bubba's Sis. It was so nice to getaway. We went trail riding, skeet shooting (and I have the HUGE bruise to prove it), learned how to knit, and how to transfer a picture onto fabric for a photo quilt. We came away with some excellent ideas for Christmas presents. We were going to do archery but both of us decided that our arms just couldn't handle it after 25 rounds of skeet shooting. That gun was heavy!!

Back to the skeet shooting, I'm not sure why I bruised like that. I held the gun snug where the instructor told me. However, I bruised on the soft part of my upper arm. So weird. The gun wasn't even there. Sunday, I felt like I had been in a car accident. The kick of the gun really impacted me. It was fun, but I'm not sure I'd do it again. I didn't hit a one anyway. Hand-eye coordination is not my friend. Plus, with my astigmatism, moving objects aren't my friend either.

Cleo, our 8 year old cat, had to have minor surgery last week. She's recovering remarkably well. We've kept her separate from the boys for several days. Elvis can't stand it. For one thing, his man cave is under our bed. He sleeps under there All Day Long. Cleo has been recuperating in our bathroom/bedroom. Elvis doesn't like being denied. Today, we let Cleo free and have been keeping a sharp eye on all the animals. We don't want Cleo to have a set back. I'm pretty proud of her! She seems to be a healthy healer. Whew.

I've also been going to lunch, movies, & shopping with friends. That's always one of the highlights of summer for me. That and vacation but vacation didn't happen this summer. It's still been a good one!

I hope ya'll have been having a wonderful summer!


What Is Old Is New Again

Lamb is currently obsessed. With the tv show, Happy Days. It started when we took her to see the musical. I have been borrowing the series from the library (sadly, only up to season 4 is on dvd at this moment). She's like me in that she likes to watch things in order. So you can imagine her horror when season 4 came available before season 3.

She decided to be a rebel and watch it anyway. Because she's naughty like that.

Imagine my horror when she lamented that watching the show always makes her hungry. Mrs. C makes *the* best meals and they are always homecooked. There's always good food in the fridge and pantry.Poor Lamb. She grew up in the wrong era. Instead she got stuck with a mom who can't stand to be in the kitchen. There's not enough room with all the dirty dishes that Lamb hasn't taken care of yet. (I bet Joanie never neglected her chores.) It's hot. It's stressful. And I don't produce good meals.

Oh, happy days here in the 2000's.


I Worry Myself At Times

While at the Dr Pepper Museum, yes, yes, I know I have yet to share pictures. I plan to do that soon. Anyway, while there, I greatly embarrassed myself.

At the ticket counter, the lady told us there was a whale where you could guess how many Dr Peppers it could hold. At the end, I commented to the family that I didn't see the whale to guess. They looked at me dumbfounded. Then burst out laughing.

She said "well" not "whale" and I never even connected the dots.
Even though I took pictures of it.


Yes, It's Summer

We have been on summer break for almost a month. A month trying to entertain a high strung/high energy child.

My kids love each other, are best friends, in fact. But, they are kids. There's been a lot of bickering back & forth. Which means room time. Ahhh, room time.

When they were younger & were sent to their rooms, Lamb would get in her closet and Bear on his wall on the other side. They'd continue to talk back & forth using their imagination. Not so anymore.

One particular afternoon, they continued to fuss & argue even in their rooms. I had to demand no talking to each other. Lamb decided to be passive aggressive. She pulled out her recorder and started playing Hot Cross Buns. Over and Over again.

Bear could be heard in his room saying: "Bear wishes someone would kill the dead rat making horrific noises in Lamb's room." Over and Over again.

I have a lot of patience but even I reach my wit's end. I might have raised my voice. I might have been angry at Bear. The details are sketchy.

A few minutes later, I received this on my cell phone.Dang. He makes it hard to stay mad.

Ah, summer time.