Three Days of Thankfulness

Sadly, I've already fallen behind in my thankfulness.

The past three days I've been a little hard pressed but here it goes:

November 3rd
This weekend, I did something to my back (actually my neck with radiating pain down to my hip - but now I'm getting technical). I finally got an appointment with my chiropractor. I really wanted acupuncture (yes, I'm nuts, but it's addictive) but he said no. I had a lot of inflamation and it would have made the adjustments more painful.

Result: I am thankful for a chiropractor who knows how far to push me and my joints.

November 4th
I was invited to a jewerly party tonight. I talked to the hostess several times during the day. Saw her when I picked up my kids and told her I would see her at 7pm. 7pm came and went and I was still at home dealing with an unruly child who was freaking out about homework. At 7:20pm I got a call from the hostess, wondering where I was. I rushed over and had a great time, with me being the butt of many "lateness" jokes. It's okay though, I know my weaknesses.

Result: I am thankful a friend who is my keeper, even though she has her own family to deal with.

November 5th
Same "friend" from above and I decided to get healthy - ha!! We walked, and walked, and walked. After 2.2 miles and 1+ hours, she relented into letting me to take a "shortcut" back to her house. We then sat and talked. A "great" time was had by all.

Result:n I am thankful for being able to walk 2+ miles without actually collapsing!

Added bonus: I am also thankful for the friends I have weather or not they realize it.

A Month of Being Thankful

Because Miss Marfa issued the challenge, I may as well try a little (since I have neglected my poor little blog recently).

November 1st & 2nd

Today I was met with lovely, happy, cheerful children and wondered when the pod people had taken over my children. The loved on each other this morning, smiled when I told them that they had to get ready for school, talked nicely while walking out the door, and hugged each other after school. They continued down this horrifying path until dinner. At which point, DD threw the fit of all fits about what was served for dinner.

The result: I am thankful for things never changing too drastically in my life and for my children, may they never be replaced by pod people.

Oh, oh Sheila!

Yeah, yeah, it's been like forever!! And now I am blogging about my husband.

As we all know, when men (because no woman I know would do this) get to a certain age, they go through a mid-life crisis.

A Mid-life Crisis is defined by Wikipedia as "For the approximately 10% of middle aged adults who go through an age-related midlife crisis, the condition is most common ranging from the ages of 30-60 (a large study in the 1990s found that the average age at onset of a self-described midlife crisis was 46). Midlife crises last about 3–10 years in men and 2–5 years in women."

Now I will have to give my DH a little credit. He has not has an affair (that I know of). He has not gone out to purchase a little sports car (and if has, he better share). He has not taken to drinking excessively (no comment needed). He has not started coloring his hair (unless he's coloring it grey).

He did however, get a wild hair about getting a motorcycle. I am fine with a motorcycle as long as he takes the precautions necessary for riding a motorcycle. He took the class and we went shopping for the mistress in question:

My dear friend and fellow motorcycle widow, informed me that we (the family) get to name the new mistress. While DH and the DH of my fellow widow were riding on Saturday, we had a chance to discuss names. Now while she is a Japanese make, I couldn't bring myself to name her a name I can't actually pronounce. So since I agree with my best friend and I think life should come with background music, we named her Sheila, as in Oh Sheila by Ready For The World.

The difference between a frog and a toad.

Setting: Rural home in the Northeast, United States, having received excess amounts of rainfall.
There is a large puddle at the base of the driveway due to drainage issues. The residents loving refer to this as "Lake (fill in last name)".

Scene: Home Interior

Husband: That's the damnedest thing.
Wife: What?
Husband: That's the damnedest thing.
Wife: Honey, what are you talking about?
Husband: That's the damnedest thing I've ever seen.
Wife: (exasperated) What are you talking about?
Husband: You know "Lake (fill in last name)", there's a frog swimming around in it.
Wife: What do you mean a frog swimming around in it?
Husband: (louder) A frog is swimming in "Lake (fill in last name)"!
Wife: No, you must be confused!

Scene: Home Exterior

Wife: Well I'll be damned, there IS a frog swimming around in "Lake (fill in last name)"
Husband: I know, can you believe it!!!
Wife: But is it a frog or a toad.
Husband: I don't know, it's an amphibian swimming around in "Lake (fill in last name)"

Enter friend-on phone with wife
Wife: How do you tell the difference between a frog and a toad?
Friend: I don't know but I happen to be on the computer, let's google it.
(below is what was found)





My question is: Who is going to open their mouths to find out if they have teeth or not?!?!?

I used to have a life, but Facebook ate it!

D from Oz said it perfectly. Facebook has consumed everyone's life and I have issues with one thing to do much less two! :)

Updates:
- School is back in session. Can we hear a "Hip, hip, hooray!"
- Hubby is gone again, finally. (Insert another cheer.)
- Plans have been made for two trips this fall. Both to see a wonderful gal.
- DD is more sassy than ever. - Who'da thunk!
- DS wants to sing, dance, and play an instrument this year. I'm just not sure when he's going to have time!
- Still have over 200 pounds of puppies in our home.

That's about all there is and nothing more.

Where have all the flowers gone? ...

Apparently I am channeling my inner hippie:

Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Young girls have picked them everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the young girls gone, long time passing?
Where have all the young girls gone, long time ago?
Where have all the young girls gone?
Gone for husbands everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the husbands gone, long time passing?
Where have all the husbands gone, long time ago?
Where have all the husbands gone?
Gone for soldiers everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the soldiers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the soldiers gone, long time ago?
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Gone to graveyards, everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the graveyards gone, long time passing?
Where have all the graveyards gone, long time ago?
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Gone to flowers, everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Young girls have picked them everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Anyway - where has the time gone? It's a rhetorical question since I KNOW where it has gone. It's gone to kids, family, girl scouts, e-mails, cleaning (ha), dishes, laundry,....need I go on? Also, this whole Facebook thing has flummoxed me! So I'm failing miserably at blogging and facebook.

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A Mother's Day

As I sit here alone on Mother's Day, I am reminded of several poems I received by e-mail and thought I share them with you. By the way, I am alone because, being a mother, my daughter gave me her 24 hour stomach virus. The rest of my family has gone to a really nice brunch in Colorado Springs.

What is a Mother
It takes a Mother's Love
To make a house a home
A place to be remembered,
No matter where we roam

It takes a Mother's Patience
To bring a child up right,
And her Courage and her Cheerfulness
To make a dark day bright.

It takes a Mother's Thoughtfulness
To mend the heart's deep "hurts,
And her Skill and her Endurance
To mend little socks and shirts.

It takes a Mother's Kindness
To forgive us when we err,
To sympathize in trouble
And bow her head in prayer.

It takes a Mother's Wisdom
To recognize our needs
And to give us reassurance
By her loving words and deeds.

It takes a Mother's Endless Faith,
Her Confidence and Trust
To guide us through the pitfalls
of selfishness and lust.

And that is why in all this world
there could not be another
Who could fulfill God's purpose
as completely as a MOTHER!
-Helen Steiner Rice

Poem to Mom
My son came home from school one day,
With a smirk upon his face.
He decided he was smart enough,
To put me in my place

'Guess what I learned in Civics Two,
that's taught by Mr.. Wright?
It's all about the laws to day,
The 'Children's Bill of Rights.'

It says I need not clean my room,
Don't have to cut my hair
No one can tell me what to think
Or speak, or what to wear.

I have freedom from religion,
And regardless what you say,
I don't have to bow my head,
And I sure don't have to pray

I can wear earrings if I want,
And pierce my tongue and nose.
I can read and watch just what I like,
Get tattoos from head to toe.

And if you ever spank me,
I'll charge you with a crime.
I'll back up all my charges,
With the marks on my behind.

Don't you ever touch me,
My body's only for my use,
Not for your hugs and kisses,
that's just more child abuse..

Don't preach about your morals,
Like your Mama did to you.
That's nothing more than mind control,
And it's illegal too!

Mom, I have these children's rights,
So you can't influence me,
Or I'll call Children's Services Division,
Better known as C.S.D'

Of course my first instinct was
To toss him out the door.
But the chance to teach him a lesson
Made me think a little more.

I mulled it over carefully,
I couldn't let this go.
A smile crept upon my face,
he's messing with a pro.

Next day I took him shopping
At the local Goodwill Store.
I told him, 'Pick out all you want,
there's shirts and pants galore.

I've called and checked with C.S.D.
Who said they didn't care
If I bought you K-Mart shoes
Instead of those Nike Airs.

I've canceled that appointment
To take your driver's test.
The C.S.D. is unconcerned
So I'll decide what's best.'

I said 'No time to stop and eat,
Or pick up stuff to munch.
And tomorrow you can start to learn
To make your own sack lunch.

Just save the raging appetite,
And wait till dinner time.
We're having liver and onions,
A favorite dish of mine.'

He asked 'Can I please rent a movie,
To watch on my DVD?'
'Sorry, but I sold your TV,
For new tires on my car.

I also rented out your room,
You'll take the couch instead.
The C.S.D . Requires
Just a roof over your head.

Your clothing won't be trendy now,
I'll choose what we eat.
That allowance that you used to get,
Will buy me something neat.

I'm selling off your jet ski,
Dirt-bike and roller blades.
Check out the 'Parents Bill of Rights',
It's in effect today!

Hey hot shot, are you crying,
Why are you on your knees?
Are you asking God to help you out,
Instead of C.S.D.?'
-MOM (Mean Old Mother)

Happy Mother's day to all!!