It's becoming difficult to find a story to go along with a song I want to play.

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Misty follows EVERYBODY into the bathroom. If you don't want her to follow you, slide the door shut completely. If she can get the tinyest bit of finger between the door and frame, she's coming in!

So yesterday, she invited herself in while Daddy was going potty. She proceeded to try to yank off her diaper. Mark, instead of helping her calls me in and says "she needs help, she wants to go potty!"

I slide the door open the rest of the way and I'm nasally assaulted. I run to the window, yank the string to open the blinds, and open the window as wide s it possibly can open. He has the nerve to ask "what's your problem?".

So.. here's "Linger" by the Cranberries.

One of my favorites from Otis Redding.

I've loved this song ever since watching "Duckie" lip snyching and dancing to it in "Pretty in Pink"wayyyyy back in the 80's.

I'm dedicating it to some friends of mine who are having problems with men that haven't figured out "if momma ain't happy, nobody is happy"

Mark goes through spells where he forgets, becomes an insensitive ass, and the terror ensues.. It's kind of like cutting his own throat. The food comes cold and tasteless, the clothes are wrinkled and the option of wearing a clean favorite is out the window. I'll wash all the clothes he'd never want to be seen in first. Then, I'll hang them on pink hangers.. in an attempt to demasculinize him.(He laughs at that one)

And sex, if you are lucky enough to get any, is hohum.

The tinyest things can make your world so much easier... bringing me back chocolate from the beer store you frequent, taking us out to dinner once in a while so I don't have a colossal mess to clean up every night once everybody is in bed. Giving me a hug when you pass by, instead of squeezing my butt.

Finally, if you expect me to not get upset about constructive criticism, try to do the same.

That's all for now. I hope all the men are behaving out there!

Organized Chaos

I really hope the state of your closet doesn't directly reflect who you are.

I've been tagged byKristen. Thank goodness I have no picture to go along with this.

Picture if you will, a family of seven in a house with 2 rooms, one bath, and 2 closets, one of which is a coat closet by the front door.

Three Random Facts:

1. There is not a bit of wasted space in my closet.
2. The light burned out long ago. I haven't bothered replacing the bulb because I don't want to see what all is going on in there.
3. The sliding closet door is off the track.

Three Items I've Never Worn But Still Haven't Tossed:

1. Mark's clothes
2. Very LARGE Dr. Denton footed pajamas in baby blue.
3. Children's clothes

Three Items I'll Never Get Rid Of No Matter How Ugly They Get:

1. Black Lame hand-me-down prom dress from sis that I never got to wear.
2. Knitted off the shoulder blouse
3. Very odd late 80's early 90's style shirt with sheer sleeves and lots of sparkly beads sewed all over the front.

Three Items People Wouldn't Expect to Find In My Closet:

1. A wicker basket way at the top filled with "toys"
2. An enourmous bull whip.. very hard to manage
3. A vent-a-hood that is part of an "on hold" renovation for my kitchen.

Three Items That Make Me Say "Oh Lord, What Was I Thinking?":

1. A very odd late 80's/early 90's style shirt with sheer sleeves and lots of sparkly beads sewed all over the front.
2. A DKNY denim vest in orange and blue tie dye.. yeah, just as hideous as it sounds. FreeCycle, here I come!
3. Big clunky leather sandles with cork soles.

Three Things That I Have A Suprising Number Of:

1. Mommy jeans that I don't wear.
2. Size 3-5 jeans that I *can't* wear.
3. Sweatshirts that I wouldn't wear.

Three Dominant Colors:

1. Black
2. White
3. Red

Three Items That Put Me In A Good Mood When I Wear Them:

1. Size 3-5 jeans
2. lingerie ;)
3. Well worn blue jeans

Three People To Tag:

1. Kellee
2. Micheel
3. Linda

Thanks Kiki, that was really fun and a lot less painful than I first anticipated!

Rita came for a visit today. We didn't see the ugliest side of her, just a little glimpse of how horrible she must have been before toning down a great deal.

The winds had us a little scared due to the tree that fell on our house with no winds whatsoever a few months ago.

We got a lot of rain.. still, I doubt it's going to add anything to the lake. Everything has been so dry for many many months. The lake bed resembled a peeling sunburn the last time we checked the levels.
Even though things weren't that bad around here, most of our area, if not all, has been without power. I'm so thankful for the cool breezes and the generator that we are using to power our necessities.. the TV and the computer.
The song playing is dedicated to Elisa, who reminded me of it.

"Patience", by Guns'n'Roses. I think dealing with the aftermath of the hurricanes, helps teach us all to use a little patience..

Just testing out some things here.

Can these links be heard seperately from the background music?

More Than A Feeling
Babe, I'm Gonna Leave you

New song. One of my favorites from the Toadies, "I Burn", It's off the Rubberneck album.

If I could/would dance, I could totally choreograph a dance for this song.

If anybody has a song they'd like to hear and I have it on my computer already, I will host the song. Since I'm on dial-up it's a very time consuming activity.

Anytime I hear this song by Boston, I am instantly propelled back to my teenage years. I remember swimming, tanning, and hanging out at Collin Creek Mall in Plano with all my friends (hellions). I remember the boys that I thought I would ALWAYS love.
I wonder if this song brings back memories for any of you. Are there any songs that take over your thoughts and bring back vivid memories?

More Adventures in Moving...

So the holes had been dug, Mark had gotten all the water pipes glued and in the holes. It was time to get the electric line in and back fill the trenches.

These things ALWAYS sound so much easier said than done.

As soon as the girls got off the bus, we took off.
Mark drove his truck with newly adopted trencher in tow. Inside his cab were Crista, Heather, and Skip, the perpetually stinky chihuahua.
Following closely behind, was me in the Suburban with Hannah, Misty, Bethany, and Angel, the smiling Dalmatian.

Heather and Crista took turns watching Misty and Bethany and coming to tell me how the other was doing wrong by the little ones while we were lugging around 133" of electrical line. The line was three wires twisted together and were as big around as my wrist. It was cumbersome and grueling work.

By the time we got the electrical in it was 7pm. From 7pm till midnight, we followed him around to light the way as Mark used his new toy to back fill and flatten the piles of dirt PERFECTLY. I had 5 girls whining in the Suburban that they were hot, bored, hungry, thirsty, tired, and dirty.
Any time we opened the doors Angel would try to shove her way in. She stunk horribly and was covered in mud from exploring the pond.

I would flip flop from LIVID with my husband that he was so preoccupied with getting this done on a school night, (I was filthy and blistered and still had to cook dinner and clean the little ones), to thankful that he has the skills and knowledge to do all of this.

The girls slept as I scowled at their father off and on. We got home around 2:30am in perfectly chipper moods. HA!
Misty and Bethany thought it was morning and time to get up.
Heather, Crista, and Hannah took turns taking a shower while I cooked( I have no idea how they worked out who was getting to shower first). Can't wait to get in the house with 3 bathrooms!
Misty won't settle down at night till Bethany goes to bed. Bethany was working her daddy , in a way that only a true "daddy's girl" can. When I'd tell her it was time to go to bed, she'd climb in his lap to cuddle him while he oggled farm equipment on Ebay. Mark, being the guilty father who feels he never gets to spend time with the kids, is loving all the attention she is giving.
At this point I have a HORRIBLE tension headache from the drive, the cooking, the baths, the bickering, the OCD trench driver. I lost my cool, hollared to him that he had to "work with me here!" Bethany went to bed totally pissed off, I carried Misty off to bed with me and she finally fell asleep around 4am.

Apparently the power flickered some time in the night, as it often does. I woke up with a start at 8:30am and yelled a profanity when I realized my alarm had not gone off. Now I had to spend all day Friday with these miserable people!!

So guess what Mark said this morning? "Next time I think I'll hire a team of migrant workers willing to work for less than minimum wage.. they could have gotten this done in 2-3 days and wouldn't hate me before it was complete." LOL! Ok, so he didn't word it quite so politically correct. But you get the idea.. Hence, the pic above :)

Here's some sci fi hokey.. ;)

I'm pretty convinced that we have a friendly ghost in our house.

Years ago, before we moved in, a friendly woman died of lung cancer in our house. She passed while being held by the ex wife of a neighbor of ours in the bedroom that I sleep in every night.

Only recently have things started adding up in our vivid imaginations..

1. Years ago Heather claims to have seen a figure in the bathroom.
2. Hannah and some friends were playing video games in my room and the string that turns off the closet light was pulled down.
3. Misty started talking to invisible things on the ceiling months ago.
4. We smell cigarette smoke in the house at odd times.
5. Misty has never seen a person smoke a cigarette and was impersonating a person smoking.

This past weekend, (could have been due to misty having an intolerance to Sudafed in my breastmilk, but it SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME NONETHELESS) She had a crazy look in her eyes, she talked to the ceiling and closet, she punched the pillow repeatedly, she flopped about on the bed in a creepy manner, and the coupe de gras was her sliding down the bed saying in an unnatural way saying "weeeee!" I grabbed her up and left the room at 3am. We came out, and turned on the TV.Of course, it never fails.. when you are thoroughly freaked out, you will see the spookiest movie trailers.. "The Possession of Emily Rose" was the creepy trailer for me on this night.

Update on moving adventures : It is currently raining on my poor hubby as he trenches away.

I feel guilty for not being there suffering with him.

Adventures in moving!

Murphy's law and how it applies to us.

We bought approximately 36 acres in December of 2003.
We contemplated building for awhile, then decided we were ready to just get out of this CRAZY neighborhood.
We found a 5 bedroom 3 bath mobile home and had it moved onto our land in May 2004.

We rented a trencher on Friday for $150.00 so we could plumb and light our house.
Here's things going smoothly with the excellent piece of machinery.
(unfortunately, when you turn a corner it kicks HUGE mounds of dirt back in the hole. The holes have to be dug back out with shovels. Guess who digs when hubby is handling the machinery??)






Here's the flood on our land from the water main that my husband accidentally hit with the trencher.
We waited for 6 hours for the water company to come fix the leak. Apparently the water company is a one man operation and he never thought to put his phone on vibrate for church.
I'm not a total moron, but are there really services that last that long?











Here's my husband calling Home Depot after the chain fell off the trencher while he was trying to dig through thick clay soil.
He got the chain back on.. they told him we could have it for one more day *WHEW*!
(Notice the severely frustrated look on his face?)


I overcame some serious fears this weekend. One, I drove there and back 2 times by myself. I have serious driving phobia. I don't like driving somewhere I haven't been many times, and I HATE driving on the highway.
I can't even describe the elation I felt when I had made it there and back. Pulling into the driveway was paramount to giving birth.

Another good point, by the way things feel, I am pretty sure I've made some serious muscles in my arms, back, tummy, and butt, from all the digging. My legs got quite a bit of exercise from running back and forth across the 36 acres.

Oh yeah, one really tragic thing. There's a guy that lives behind our land (we call him "pirate guy" he has a big jolly roger flag hanging outside his house.. don't ask.. i don't know!) He had another neighbor digging out his pond to make it deeper.
Apparently the neighbor digging got his backhoe stuck and had his wife come over with the tractor to pull him out. The tractor tipped, she fell off, the tractor fell on her and killed her.
I can't even imagine the hell he is going through right now.
We don't know him or his wife or anything about their family.. We heard the story through a neighbor that does or hay mowing.
Mark and two of the girls were sleeping at the house when it all happened. They say they remember hearing someting but thought nothing more of it and went back to sleep.

I know it's all going to be worth it..

A joke from Hannah

A group of whales was swimming around in the ocean. One saw a boat and said "HEY, that boat holds the sailor that killed my brother! Lets go blow bubbles underneath it till it tips over!"
The boat capsized and the whale said "HEY, that's the sailor that harpooned my brother!! Let's swallow him!"
The other whale said "Look, we agreed to the blow job, but we're not swallowing any seamen."

Lovely 'eh? The joys of motherhood...

Artwork by Bethany 4yrs old

Do you remember the first time you lost a balloon?


My four year old daugher experienced her first devastasting loss yesterday while out with her daddy.
They had gone to the bank to deposit money and she was ecstatic to recieve a green balloon attached to a curly white ribbon. Her daddy tied it lovingly around her wrist right before walking out the doors so as to protect her from the heartbreak of losing it.
The door of the truck was open, she was inside, the ballon was outside, she yanked her hand to try to bring the balloon inside with her. The ribbon slipped loose of itsself and fell next to her as her green balloon floated away. She wouldn't really discuss it with me, so I thought there was no major traumatic feelings. I was a little concerned that she seemed to show no emotion over it.
Later lastnight, she came to me with this drawing. She was visibly upset. She told me how it all happened. She said it just kept going higher and higher till she couldn't see it anymore. I remember that feeling so well... I've been having that same feeling lately.

I am deeply saddened when I hear comments that fellow Texans of mine have made regarding Katrina survivors in our community. Comments like "They are living better now than they were before", "They are all violent and theives" etc..
When do people lose that feeling of empathy? I feel like the world is a horribly jaded place lately. I worry about the future for my children if this type of catastophe can be taken so lightly.

I've been purposely trying to search out awe inspiring stories of selflessness to try to give me some faith in humanity. For some reason I keep ending up googling the very things that are driving me absofrigginlutely insane.. "katrina prophecies", "bible prophecies", "Nostrodamus predictions".

I talked to a friend today and she first told me that "I'm not concerned.. i know i'm not perfect, but i know there's a place for me". I told her I wasn't worried about myself. I'm worried for the future of our children.
I hope everybody helping raise the future adult citizens of the world is doing their part to raise them with empathy and love for everything and everybody around them.