Life has gotten "semi" back to normal, but still crazy. How do people with more then one child, a job and a life get by? I have one child, a job and a life and barely make it some days!
Things have been a little more hectic now that we are back to school and my PTA obligations are in full swing. It seems we go from one event/fundraiser to the next. With the Halloween Spooktacular behind me, now all I have to do is get the banking done for the 10 events before it and I will still be behind 10 more! I'm struggling with the taxes and extremely frustrated. But enough complaining!
I went for a consultation to finally have my tubes tied...that's good right? Well, you would think so, but I had to use a whole new Dr due to our new insurance. Not really thrilled so far considering he sent my for a mammogram because he found 2 lumps, and those lumps didn't show up on the mammo so then they did an ultrasound and it was nothing, but yet an MRI was "suggested". Oh and on top of that I have a bacterial infection and the medication is causing back pain like there is no tomorrow...and the Dr office says it's "normal". So I am all set to be sterilized on 11/11/11, lucky right? I just hope this guy listened to me and remembers to take out my IUD (which is most likely the source of my infection according to webmd) because he didn't even want to talk to me about the procedure....UGH!
Okay DOUBLE UGH!
XXXOOO
Sunny Spot
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
I do not blog enough...do I?
Do I? I want to, but it always seems like there is something going on and it gets pushed to the background.
Lately I have just been bogged down in volunteering and PTA stuff and it seems night and day there is always something that needs to be done...lists made, money collected, ego's stroked. This list goes on and on. Today, I have gone through all I could and now you have my full attention. So, let me tell you about our 2011 vacation. Let me remind you this is the ONLY family vacation we take each year, all the others it's usually just Danny and I.
It started out GREAT, the weather on our trip to TN was beautiful. It wasn't a bright sunny hot day, but overcast and warm and it didn't rain (which is ALWAYS does). Ryan and I didn't fight too much over driving or music selection. We got to TN and the days were nice and I got to relax a bit when we were there. Usually I go into mode and feel like I have to do everything for everyone, because I am there.
On Sunday morning we woke up and weren't in a hurry to get on the road, but were ready for the next 10 hours in the car and then 7 days of fun in the sun, fishing, ice cream and a good book. Can I tell you that's NOT how it happened? For some reason I downloaded the directions to my car improperly and we took a route that added 3 hours to our tip getting us in late, very tired and even more hungry. The drivers on the road were rude (very unlike the south) and the traffic was horrible. Okay, so we shake that off...
Monday morning we wake up and the boys want to go get fishing licenses and hit the pier, I want to get to the grocery store and sick up so I can hit the beach. Done!
Tuesday, the same thing minus the grocery store. I wanted to go over to Oracoke for the day since we missed out last year, but Ryan said we would go Wednesday. While at the pier that morning, Ryan hears the Oracoke has been evacuated due to the predicted Hurricane, so much for that! Now we start to wonder what is going to happen. We start our planning, if the hurricane is due Saturday we will leave on Friday....or do we wait for the evacuation orders? We hem and haw and decide we aren't going to ruin the nice days we still have ahead of us and get back to our vacation.
The days are beautiful, the sky is clear the waves are rough, but I don't spend much time in the water....only go in ankle deep to cool off. Wednesday evening the town is a buzz about the storm. I walk up to the local gift shop / book store to look for a new book again this year about the history of the Outer Banks and strike up a conversation with the owner. She is a local and very sweet...every time I go in there she is very talkative and helpful and he book suggestions are always good. I ask her what she thinks about evacuations and she said they usually do it 24 hours ahead so we still have a day or two. She also said we should relax and enjoy the nice days ahead, orders won't be issued until Friday. I had also been at the realty office earlier that day and that was also the consensus.
So I go back to the house and the phone is ringing, not my cell phone, the house phone to which I have NO idea what the number is....I answer. "Good Evening, this is the Dare County Sheriffs Department. Please note with the impending storm all visitors are under a mandatory evacuation orders. Please proceed immediately and you are asked to check out and depart by 10am tomorrow morning Thursday August 25th".....FUCK! (sorry)
Can you say Crisis mode? I start going room by room, picking up dirty laundry to wash and dry and get packed. We have to bring in all outdoor furniture and gather up everything we have spewed throughout the house thinking we had another 5 days. We need to try and get the car repacked, now in a hurry, and on the road.
We make it out as you may have guessed. It took us over 16 hours to get home because they started evacuations right up the coast, so as we hit major vacation areas the traffic hot worse and worse...and Interstate 95 was the evacuation route they opened. Any of you who have traveled this road knows it's hell on a good day, but make it the only major road open it SUCKS ASS!!! We spent 5 hours in Maryland alone because we hit just as DC was ending it's day and Ocean Beach was being closed. We got home late that night and only took in all the food we opted to tote back with us....everything else would wait.
The next morning we got up and had to go into hurricane preparedness mode ourselves. I got up and hit the grocery store before everyone bought the last of the milk and bread, because those were 2 things I DID NOT have. I did get what I needed with the exception of water in bulk, I bought a few cases of bottled water to have to drink and I figured mother nature would provide us with the rest of the water we would need if we lost power. So I put our heaviest pots outside for the rain to fill, took in all the furniture and stoed the rest of the outdoor "flying objects". I filled buckets and took out candles and dropped the AC temp a few degrees so the house would stay cooler longer if we lost power.
Right about this time is when Ryan got called into work...state of emergency is called and off he goes. FEMA was setting up a command center and God forbid they miss a meal! He left Friday morning and came home on Monday night. Danny and I fared well by ourselves. The roof didn't leak and we never lost power, the only damage sustained was the one lonely branch (more twig then branch) fell in our yard. We did have a casualty during the storm, my VERY low lying garden met it's demise and drowned....so we didn't get any cucumbers for pickles and even less tomatoes for sandwiches.
Do you think I earned another vacation? I mean I did COMPLETELY miss mine....48 hours of driving and all I had was a long weekend.
Lately I have just been bogged down in volunteering and PTA stuff and it seems night and day there is always something that needs to be done...lists made, money collected, ego's stroked. This list goes on and on. Today, I have gone through all I could and now you have my full attention. So, let me tell you about our 2011 vacation. Let me remind you this is the ONLY family vacation we take each year, all the others it's usually just Danny and I.
It started out GREAT, the weather on our trip to TN was beautiful. It wasn't a bright sunny hot day, but overcast and warm and it didn't rain (which is ALWAYS does). Ryan and I didn't fight too much over driving or music selection. We got to TN and the days were nice and I got to relax a bit when we were there. Usually I go into mode and feel like I have to do everything for everyone, because I am there.
On Sunday morning we woke up and weren't in a hurry to get on the road, but were ready for the next 10 hours in the car and then 7 days of fun in the sun, fishing, ice cream and a good book. Can I tell you that's NOT how it happened? For some reason I downloaded the directions to my car improperly and we took a route that added 3 hours to our tip getting us in late, very tired and even more hungry. The drivers on the road were rude (very unlike the south) and the traffic was horrible. Okay, so we shake that off...
Monday morning we wake up and the boys want to go get fishing licenses and hit the pier, I want to get to the grocery store and sick up so I can hit the beach. Done!
Tuesday, the same thing minus the grocery store. I wanted to go over to Oracoke for the day since we missed out last year, but Ryan said we would go Wednesday. While at the pier that morning, Ryan hears the Oracoke has been evacuated due to the predicted Hurricane, so much for that! Now we start to wonder what is going to happen. We start our planning, if the hurricane is due Saturday we will leave on Friday....or do we wait for the evacuation orders? We hem and haw and decide we aren't going to ruin the nice days we still have ahead of us and get back to our vacation.
The days are beautiful, the sky is clear the waves are rough, but I don't spend much time in the water....only go in ankle deep to cool off. Wednesday evening the town is a buzz about the storm. I walk up to the local gift shop / book store to look for a new book again this year about the history of the Outer Banks and strike up a conversation with the owner. She is a local and very sweet...every time I go in there she is very talkative and helpful and he book suggestions are always good. I ask her what she thinks about evacuations and she said they usually do it 24 hours ahead so we still have a day or two. She also said we should relax and enjoy the nice days ahead, orders won't be issued until Friday. I had also been at the realty office earlier that day and that was also the consensus.
So I go back to the house and the phone is ringing, not my cell phone, the house phone to which I have NO idea what the number is....I answer. "Good Evening, this is the Dare County Sheriffs Department. Please note with the impending storm all visitors are under a mandatory evacuation orders. Please proceed immediately and you are asked to check out and depart by 10am tomorrow morning Thursday August 25th".....FUCK! (sorry)
Can you say Crisis mode? I start going room by room, picking up dirty laundry to wash and dry and get packed. We have to bring in all outdoor furniture and gather up everything we have spewed throughout the house thinking we had another 5 days. We need to try and get the car repacked, now in a hurry, and on the road.
We make it out as you may have guessed. It took us over 16 hours to get home because they started evacuations right up the coast, so as we hit major vacation areas the traffic hot worse and worse...and Interstate 95 was the evacuation route they opened. Any of you who have traveled this road knows it's hell on a good day, but make it the only major road open it SUCKS ASS!!! We spent 5 hours in Maryland alone because we hit just as DC was ending it's day and Ocean Beach was being closed. We got home late that night and only took in all the food we opted to tote back with us....everything else would wait.
The next morning we got up and had to go into hurricane preparedness mode ourselves. I got up and hit the grocery store before everyone bought the last of the milk and bread, because those were 2 things I DID NOT have. I did get what I needed with the exception of water in bulk, I bought a few cases of bottled water to have to drink and I figured mother nature would provide us with the rest of the water we would need if we lost power. So I put our heaviest pots outside for the rain to fill, took in all the furniture and stoed the rest of the outdoor "flying objects". I filled buckets and took out candles and dropped the AC temp a few degrees so the house would stay cooler longer if we lost power.
Right about this time is when Ryan got called into work...state of emergency is called and off he goes. FEMA was setting up a command center and God forbid they miss a meal! He left Friday morning and came home on Monday night. Danny and I fared well by ourselves. The roof didn't leak and we never lost power, the only damage sustained was the one lonely branch (more twig then branch) fell in our yard. We did have a casualty during the storm, my VERY low lying garden met it's demise and drowned....so we didn't get any cucumbers for pickles and even less tomatoes for sandwiches.
Monday, September 12, 2011
September 12th
I spent the better part of yesterday between trying to avoid the reality of the day and tears. Although I did not lose anyone I knew, it has always been a very emotional day for me. I remember that day like it just happened and relive it every year in my mind.
On that fateful morning I was 6 months pregnant and successfully sleeping in until my phone rang. I rolled over and ignored it, then it rang again...ugh! Who would be calling my at this ungodly hour? Don't people realize I am gestating here and trying to get as much sleep as I can before this baby arrives? I lumber out of bed and answer the phone is my VERY best annoyed voice..."ahhh HELLO", it's my mother and she asks me how I can possibly be sleeping with everything that is going on...well mother I'm hatching your grandchild and I'm entitled to a little extra sleep! I look outside our 2nd story apartment window in Fairlawn, NJ and it is a glorious day...you are right, how can I let this day get away from me! I ask her what's going on and why she is up so early and calling me, "turn on the TV, we are under attack"..."huh? Attack, what do you mean?"..."Jody, your father is in the city and I can't get a hold of him, you are the only line I can get out to". I turned on the TV in the mean time, just in time to see the second plane hit and my mother gasp, probably for the second time that day. I told her I would call her back, I needed to get myself together. At the time Ryan and my brother in law were working in Westchester, NY. I needed to call and be sure they were okay and then my sister and the girls. Before that happened my phone rang again, it was my father he was in Lodi, NJ...he stopped at the shop and got held up and never made it into the city that day, but he couldn't get a line through to my mother, so I was going to be the go between. I called my mother and told her my father was okay and still in NJ...one tragedy divered. I spent the balance of that morning on the phone making sure everyone was where they were supposed to be and safe...they were! In the mean time my mother insisted I pack up the dog and come and stay with her, she didn't want me alone and that close to the city. It was days before things got "back to normal" for us, but for others, nothing would ever be the same.
As the days and weeks passed I found myself watching endless hours of coverage, people jumping out of buildings, walking away covered in debris, firefighters in full gear combing the falling buildings, a debis field in PA where a plane went down, families waiting to hear...it was endless and I couldn't stop watching. My heart broke and I cried...I wanted to help but couldn't.
Although a lot has changed since that day, if I close my eyes I can feel the warm sun on my face and the fear in my heart as I watched our lives and skyline change forever.
On that fateful morning I was 6 months pregnant and successfully sleeping in until my phone rang. I rolled over and ignored it, then it rang again...ugh! Who would be calling my at this ungodly hour? Don't people realize I am gestating here and trying to get as much sleep as I can before this baby arrives? I lumber out of bed and answer the phone is my VERY best annoyed voice..."ahhh HELLO", it's my mother and she asks me how I can possibly be sleeping with everything that is going on...well mother I'm hatching your grandchild and I'm entitled to a little extra sleep! I look outside our 2nd story apartment window in Fairlawn, NJ and it is a glorious day...you are right, how can I let this day get away from me! I ask her what's going on and why she is up so early and calling me, "turn on the TV, we are under attack"..."huh? Attack, what do you mean?"..."Jody, your father is in the city and I can't get a hold of him, you are the only line I can get out to". I turned on the TV in the mean time, just in time to see the second plane hit and my mother gasp, probably for the second time that day. I told her I would call her back, I needed to get myself together. At the time Ryan and my brother in law were working in Westchester, NY. I needed to call and be sure they were okay and then my sister and the girls. Before that happened my phone rang again, it was my father he was in Lodi, NJ...he stopped at the shop and got held up and never made it into the city that day, but he couldn't get a line through to my mother, so I was going to be the go between. I called my mother and told her my father was okay and still in NJ...one tragedy divered. I spent the balance of that morning on the phone making sure everyone was where they were supposed to be and safe...they were! In the mean time my mother insisted I pack up the dog and come and stay with her, she didn't want me alone and that close to the city. It was days before things got "back to normal" for us, but for others, nothing would ever be the same.
As the days and weeks passed I found myself watching endless hours of coverage, people jumping out of buildings, walking away covered in debris, firefighters in full gear combing the falling buildings, a debis field in PA where a plane went down, families waiting to hear...it was endless and I couldn't stop watching. My heart broke and I cried...I wanted to help but couldn't.
Although a lot has changed since that day, if I close my eyes I can feel the warm sun on my face and the fear in my heart as I watched our lives and skyline change forever.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Confessions of a recipe hoarder
I have a confession to make, which I think I may have made in the past...I am a recipe hoarder.
I LOVE to collect recipes. It started a few years ago with the Food Network Holiday Cookie edition and has become a labor of love and a collection of papers. Now mind you, I try all these recipes at LEAST once, if it's good we will try it again and it goes in the "keep pile" if it sucks, it get thrown out. So no, I don't just clip them...I try them and try to sort them.
Over the last year the cabinet I keep all these papers in has become a bone of contention. When my husband opens it and a flurry of papers comes out, I am reminded that I need to cook more and collect less...to be honest it looks a lot like my container cabinet and has the same effect on my husbands sanity. These papers are in binders held together with the biggest rubber band I could find and when you open it, it's like a Jack-In-The-Box. Other are stuffed in like category cookbooks, other are stuffed in between other binders, it's a total mess but I LOVE RECIPES....I will say it over and over again! I love to cook them by the book, play with them to my own tastes, and sometime make them TOTALLY different. Food can do so many things and sometimes a basic recipe can become your signature dish with just a few additions and tweeks. I haven't found my "signature dish" YET, but I'm working on it...but I digress.
The recipes I have contain appetizers, main courses, sides, salads, beverages, late night munchies, game day fare, desserts, kids party ideas, you name it I probably have a recipe or "how to" on it...food and parties make me VERY happy, but then again doesn't that make everyone happy??? My friends laugh at me because they can issue an invite to me at noon and at 2pm I can show up with warm cookies, cake or brownies (NO NOT FROM A BOX!)...I always have ingredients for a yummy on hand. Yes, I have a few key recipes I use over and over again, but those mostly come out of the Joy of Cooking with hand written notes in the margin of tweeks I've made or a note my mother made me of variations. And don't forget, when in doubt, call mom and write the same recipe 10 times and stick it in the same JOC and shrug when you see the other 9 copies and put it in anyway!
So the moral of this story is this: I AM GOING TO ORGANIZE MY RECIPES!!! I have been to Borders and picked up a "RECIPE" book where I am going to start with my "BEST OF" and most used recipes. Then I am going to sort the rest by their intended use...BBQ's, Kids Parties, School Parties, PTA events, etc...you get the idea. I am going to try and do this before the end of the year so I do not have to go into the New Year Resolution about getting it done...I will just have to resolve to maintain it. If you don't hear from me in 4 months, come by a poke me with a stick as I may have been buried alive by my own collections of recipes.
Happy Thursday XXXOOO
I LOVE to collect recipes. It started a few years ago with the Food Network Holiday Cookie edition and has become a labor of love and a collection of papers. Now mind you, I try all these recipes at LEAST once, if it's good we will try it again and it goes in the "keep pile" if it sucks, it get thrown out. So no, I don't just clip them...I try them and try to sort them.
Over the last year the cabinet I keep all these papers in has become a bone of contention. When my husband opens it and a flurry of papers comes out, I am reminded that I need to cook more and collect less...to be honest it looks a lot like my container cabinet and has the same effect on my husbands sanity. These papers are in binders held together with the biggest rubber band I could find and when you open it, it's like a Jack-In-The-Box. Other are stuffed in like category cookbooks, other are stuffed in between other binders, it's a total mess but I LOVE RECIPES....I will say it over and over again! I love to cook them by the book, play with them to my own tastes, and sometime make them TOTALLY different. Food can do so many things and sometimes a basic recipe can become your signature dish with just a few additions and tweeks. I haven't found my "signature dish" YET, but I'm working on it...but I digress.
The recipes I have contain appetizers, main courses, sides, salads, beverages, late night munchies, game day fare, desserts, kids party ideas, you name it I probably have a recipe or "how to" on it...food and parties make me VERY happy, but then again doesn't that make everyone happy??? My friends laugh at me because they can issue an invite to me at noon and at 2pm I can show up with warm cookies, cake or brownies (NO NOT FROM A BOX!)...I always have ingredients for a yummy on hand. Yes, I have a few key recipes I use over and over again, but those mostly come out of the Joy of Cooking with hand written notes in the margin of tweeks I've made or a note my mother made me of variations. And don't forget, when in doubt, call mom and write the same recipe 10 times and stick it in the same JOC and shrug when you see the other 9 copies and put it in anyway!
So the moral of this story is this: I AM GOING TO ORGANIZE MY RECIPES!!! I have been to Borders and picked up a "RECIPE" book where I am going to start with my "BEST OF" and most used recipes. Then I am going to sort the rest by their intended use...BBQ's, Kids Parties, School Parties, PTA events, etc...you get the idea. I am going to try and do this before the end of the year so I do not have to go into the New Year Resolution about getting it done...I will just have to resolve to maintain it. If you don't hear from me in 4 months, come by a poke me with a stick as I may have been buried alive by my own collections of recipes.
Happy Thursday XXXOOO
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Oh Come On...Really?
So today I had some time to burn and decided to get back on track with the regular blogs I read and post some comments that I have neglected...well as it turns out Google won't allow me to do this now! It's the strangest thing, I can see my blog and can write a response...but when I choose my Google ID, it kicks me out. Google Help is of NO help at all...does anyone have any suggestions?
I have been very laxed on my good reader/commenter side of the blog world and read some very good posts that I wanted to leave feed back on, but again maybe my bad blogger is being punished by the cyber gods!
Know that I am reading and trying to comment but not being successful...Happy Tuesday XXXOOO
I have been very laxed on my good reader/commenter side of the blog world and read some very good posts that I wanted to leave feed back on, but again maybe my bad blogger is being punished by the cyber gods!
Know that I am reading and trying to comment but not being successful...Happy Tuesday XXXOOO
Friday, May 13, 2011
Grace
I have heard this used often of late and I find myself thinking about this terms and it's beauty.
When I hear the word I think of Grace Kelly, a classically beautiful women...elegant!
I also think of a beautiful blond hair, blue eyed little girl who is a perfect mix of her parents.
I see a dancer, not a performer of today, but a classic ballerina like I had in my musical jewelry box as a child.
A simple word that means so many things. Webster's has 8 different definitions of the word...example:
unmerited divine assistance given humans for their regeneration or sanctification
Of late this is how I see grace. People use it to express how they see other deal with or react to a situation. Today, for example, a fellow blogger used the word grace to describe how a friend dealt with a terminal illness. Every time I see the term, I wonder how others feel about it. How do you feel about grace? Do you see a women or a young girl? Do you feel it or see see it? In yourself or other? So many questions...share, I would love to know!
XXXOOO
When I hear the word I think of Grace Kelly, a classically beautiful women...elegant!
I also think of a beautiful blond hair, blue eyed little girl who is a perfect mix of her parents.
I see a dancer, not a performer of today, but a classic ballerina like I had in my musical jewelry box as a child.
A simple word that means so many things. Webster's has 8 different definitions of the word...example:
unmerited divine assistance given humans for their regeneration or sanctification
Of late this is how I see grace. People use it to express how they see other deal with or react to a situation. Today, for example, a fellow blogger used the word grace to describe how a friend dealt with a terminal illness. Every time I see the term, I wonder how others feel about it. How do you feel about grace? Do you see a women or a young girl? Do you feel it or see see it? In yourself or other? So many questions...share, I would love to know!
XXXOOO
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Bad Blogger
I know that I have been very negligent about writting since the first of the year. But let's face it, I've never been very consistant! I always have good intentions, but they don't always work out the way I plan.
Last I posted we were going to pick up the new car and we did. I am still suffering with some anxiety driving and am trying to get past the 1600 mile post at which I had my accident and looking forward to making my first payment on the car next week.
Speaking of next week, Danny and I are heaing out on our annual road trip to Tennessee to see my parents. We are leaving Saturday morning and will come back next weekend...plan on heading home Saturday but we will see how the week goes, maybe I won't come back at all! Not that I have any desire to live in TN, but I would love to relocate to a warmer southern climate and be closer to my parents.
While we are gone my husband has a guy coming in to re sheetrock the house. Over the years we have had "repairs" made that weren't the best jobs and some roof leaks that have now been fixed. So we need to get new drywall up so I can have a summer filled with lots of painting! These kinds of projects need to be done while I am not in residance for a few reasons:
1) I have some MAJOR anxiety when it comes to opening walls and exposing what has crawled up and died. Or worse, old wood that now needs to be replaced and more $$$ to be spent. I like to leave this kind of thing for my husband to have to deal with since I get everyday reality, he can have the construction reality!
2) I cannot stand the mess or the disorder that comes with major projects. I don't like to have strangers in and out of the house with mud and dirt on thier shoes because I clean behind them...just like my grandmother! I would clean up the night after they left and have to do it everyday because I couldn't sleep knowing there was dirt and dust and squalor sleeping with me.
3) I tend to cook to ease my anxiety so there are WAY too many breaks to make any job productive. When we had the roof done last fall it was a 6 hour project that turned into a 3 day project, everyone needs to eat! They need a snack and coffee every 2 hours and 3 good meals to keep them strong. My husband disagrees with me, but I can't have a house full of Testostrone and not feed it.
As you can see I have some definate issues, but I'm working on them by doing my part and leaving town for 7 full days so it can get done.
So as you can see I have no good reason for not blogging, I think I've just gotten lazy. I will work on this while I am away and see if I can put aside an few minutes to let you know how it's all going.
Happy Wednesday
XXXOOO
Last I posted we were going to pick up the new car and we did. I am still suffering with some anxiety driving and am trying to get past the 1600 mile post at which I had my accident and looking forward to making my first payment on the car next week.
Speaking of next week, Danny and I are heaing out on our annual road trip to Tennessee to see my parents. We are leaving Saturday morning and will come back next weekend...plan on heading home Saturday but we will see how the week goes, maybe I won't come back at all! Not that I have any desire to live in TN, but I would love to relocate to a warmer southern climate and be closer to my parents.
While we are gone my husband has a guy coming in to re sheetrock the house. Over the years we have had "repairs" made that weren't the best jobs and some roof leaks that have now been fixed. So we need to get new drywall up so I can have a summer filled with lots of painting! These kinds of projects need to be done while I am not in residance for a few reasons:
1) I have some MAJOR anxiety when it comes to opening walls and exposing what has crawled up and died. Or worse, old wood that now needs to be replaced and more $$$ to be spent. I like to leave this kind of thing for my husband to have to deal with since I get everyday reality, he can have the construction reality!
2) I cannot stand the mess or the disorder that comes with major projects. I don't like to have strangers in and out of the house with mud and dirt on thier shoes because I clean behind them...just like my grandmother! I would clean up the night after they left and have to do it everyday because I couldn't sleep knowing there was dirt and dust and squalor sleeping with me.
3) I tend to cook to ease my anxiety so there are WAY too many breaks to make any job productive. When we had the roof done last fall it was a 6 hour project that turned into a 3 day project, everyone needs to eat! They need a snack and coffee every 2 hours and 3 good meals to keep them strong. My husband disagrees with me, but I can't have a house full of Testostrone and not feed it.
As you can see I have some definate issues, but I'm working on them by doing my part and leaving town for 7 full days so it can get done.
So as you can see I have no good reason for not blogging, I think I've just gotten lazy. I will work on this while I am away and see if I can put aside an few minutes to let you know how it's all going.
Happy Wednesday
XXXOOO
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