Home [Is Where You Are]

I wrote this for my babies, quite a few years ago.

snow babies

[8.15.10]
 
You are my lights;
the stars & moon
that paint my skies.

The love that carries me
through dark moments –
when i’m lost, you find me.

The sounds of your laughter,
your words, your songs;
the way you both smile.

These are my reasons;
Your love lights my paths
& brings me home again.

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Kids Say Such Funny Things

“Mom, you came over with the Pilgrims, right?” 
No! I’m not that old!
“Are you sure? I thought I saw your picture in the chapter about pilgrims.”
Do you know how long the rest of your life is? Add it up, math genius, because that’s how long you’re grounded.

If you were a milkshake, what flavour would you be?
“Olive Oil, so you wouldn’t drink me.”
Ooh. Clever.

“Okay, I got the gnome out of the grave so now I’m sane again!”
‘Just watch out for the four-legged eyeball!’
Uh.. No. I’m not even going to ask.

“Nana said you should let me watch The Hunger Games.”
No way. That movie is about kids killing kids.
“She said you watched scary stuff when you were a kid.”
Yeah, look how I turned out.
“Good point!”

(After listening to the kids talk about the “old days”, before mom and dad had “cool stuff”)
You know what would be funny?
Hubby: “You’re not unscrewing the backs of their chairs so that they fall when they sit down.”
You never let me have any fun!

“Mom! He’s looking at my monitor!”
‘Mom, she’s watching something she shouldn’t.’
“No I’m not! Mom! He’s breathing my air!”
“Mom, she’s on my planet.”
(To hubby) This is why some species eat their young.
Hubby: “Use salt and pepper, Robert Irvine says it adds flavour.”

Aside

The Minimalist (War) Game

I’ve decided to do The Minimalist Game (http://www.theminimalists.com/game). You get rid of something you don’t use, don’t need, etc., every day. So far, so good. Six days into the year, and I’ve gotten rid of a basket of stuff already. Okay, technically it’s still here. Tomorrow, though, it’s going elsewhere. The kids’ clothes is going to my bestie for her daughter, the rest is going to goodwill or being given away.

Did I mention that getting rid of things with the kids in the room is a war of its own? “Why are you getting rid of that, mom?” “You’ve never played with this, ever. You didn’t even know it was in here.” “But I was going to play with it right now! You just found it first!” Riiiiight.

My kids are shooting each other with their nerf guns. Should I intervene? Nahhh, not yet.. School has been called for tomorrow again, because of the weather & such. I haven’t told them that yet. It was called today, & hubby went in around 9 a.m. & woke our son by calling “Get up, you’re going to be late!” THEN he told him school was called.

I was eating toast this morning, because hey, I like toast. Hubby’s sitting there laughing at me, because I threw a bite of the crust in the trash. I asked him, “What are you laughing at?” His reply? “I’m watching crazy brain eat toast.” Ha! He’s so funny. Funnnny. Really though, it was funny.

I was shot in the head with a Nerf bullet just now. It’s on. This is war.

nerf war

Trap the Kitty

I just walked into the living room to find my daughter tying a laundry basket to my elliptical with a scarf. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Making a trap for the cat, for my game,” she answers. Oh, of course. How silly of me.

IMG_3719[1] He doesn’t seem concerned, our kitty.

So, that Director (of a child care center) job I had & loved so? It is nonexistent, as of mid-November. We can blame the owner & her moment of “wtf”-ism for that. She (allegedly) went off & left the kids alone while they were napping, so she could go down the block & get lunch. *headdesk* I found out two days later, when I came in to work & State showed up & spoke with me about it. Owner denied that she left them alone, she said there was someone else there. Since she kept saying it, I didn’t see any issues with showing the State ladies the video footage when they came in & asked to see it. Apparently, she really did leave them alone – that’s what the footage showed, at any rate.

lemongrab

State shut us down for it. I was beyond furious (about her behavior), to say the least. sigh. She lost her business and put us out of jobs, so I hope she really freaking enjoyed that chicken. -_-

I had this plan to write more, but the kids are growing ravenous. They may resort to gnawing on one another’s arms if I don’t feed them soon.

Up next in the wonderful world that is my brain;

Cartoons promised me self-cleaning houses & fold-up cars by the year 2000. What happened?

Sooo…

It’s been a while. Ahem. Told you I was horrid at keeping up with these things!

Started a new job two months ago, I’ve been busy with all that.
The kids keep on growing, busy with that, too!
Every time I think I want to write, something sidetracks me or I’m too tired & I’m all “meh”. I’ll try to do better from here on out!

That’s if my kids don’t drive me into hibernation with their fighting first. Rawr.
Today my daughter shouted that she was going to go out her bedroom window and run away. (This was after I told her no, she couldn’t go outside in the rain). So being the jerk I can be, I went out on the front porch (her window exits onto the porch) & waited. A minute later she pulls up the shade and.. I jumped out at the window and yelled “RAWWWWRRR!” She screamed and dropped the shade.

haha yes. I’m a jerk. But hey, she’ll think twice before threatening to go out the window now!
(& yes, maybe a little payback for the attitude she’s been giving me all day. ahem. ahh, tweens. *headdesk*)

I love my kids, more than everything. Doesn’t mean I don’t have those ‘I’m hiding in my room and never coming out!’ moments myself. :-p

Now I’m off to do laundry, as I’m back to work tomorrow. We were closed today for the holiday.
I’ll try to keep up with this thing better!

xo.

Do It Yourself. (No, Make Me.)

I want to punch winter in the face.

Being off work leaves me with lots of free time. That leaves me bored. Rawr, boredom. It’s too cold to go take pics or whatever (punching winter in the face, here). So I’ve been doing some redecorating & DIY type stuff. I painted my living room last week. It was supposed to be grey, but it came out a shade lighter than was intended, so it looks a little like a purple-grey, sometimes. I like it, still, so I’ll stick with that colour. The lighting sucks in this pic, so you can’t really see the proper colouring. siiiigh. Image

I’ve been doing some more killing-time DIY stuff, too. Painted some frames black to go on the grey wall. Did.. uh, some other stuff. I forget, already.

Tried to fix some drawers on a hideous antique chest-of-drawers (which I’m going to paint). Being the genius I can be when my attention span wanders, I grabbed a tube of super glue to toss it out of my wayImage, and didn’t realise it was leaking. So it stuck to my finger before I could get it off. Took me 15 minutes to get the wretched thing off (& with only minimal skin loss).

I started re-doing the front of this two door night stand thing today. I’m new to the DIY fix.it.yourself crap, so I was trying to put this red cardstock stuff on the front, with that mod podge (mod hodge? hedgehog?) stuff. It.. failed. Haha. I really like the colour of the cardstock, and it’s stuck on there, but it bubbled. Glue + cardstock = bubbling. I might pull it all off & re-do it with red contact paper. Or maybe I’ll say “RAAAAWWWR!”, run in circles, kick it twice, and leave it until my borderline obsessive twitchiness kicks in. Then re-do it. See? All bubbly! Rawwwr. Two hours and that’s what I ended up with. Then I tried to do the top. Same result. haha.

ImageI liked the blue that’s on the top (though I had to yank all that hideous gold trim off) but I want it red. My plan is/was to paint black the places where I yanked off the trim. Maybe I’ll just paint the doors instead of papering them or whatever. Maybe I’ll just kick it back out into the garage.

I want to paint my kitchen orange. & blue & red. Yes, all three colours. haha Might look like a bigtop, so I’m still working out how I want it. Maybe I’ll paint the cabinets, and I want to build a coffee table, if I can find the stuff I want to use..

I really need to stop watching DIY network & HDTV.

On the work side: I was offered a position at two different places! yay! But I had to turn them down because my lovely future sis.in.law moved back to her & my brother’s hometown two weekends ago, and I had planned on conning her into watching my wild ones (for pay, of course). Boo. haha. Still waiting to hear from Toyota, now that I’ve taken every test & physical known to man.

My son’s starving again – it’s been almost two hours since he ate last, oh no! – so I shall go toss food in his direction (a.k.a fix dinner). That’s if my daughter doesn’t sneak up on me again & give me another mini heart-attack. I think I’ll ground them both for a million years.

[[Hubby: “I know you’re bored, but we’re on a budget.
You can’t re-do the whole house until you get another job.”
Me: ‘Can I rip out the bathtub?’
Hubby: *headdesk*]]

I’m not sure how to post youtube vids in here. But this one? Perfect for the parents out there. ^_^

Computers = Insanity

So, I haven’t written in a bit. In my defense, I’ve been very busy doing a lot of nothing. ahem.

I’m really not sure where my days are going. I haven’t been nearly as productive as I want to be during this ‘off work’ time.  i’ve spent half of today trying to fix my son’s computer (again). i’m uber close to lobbing it out the window in a fit of rageousness.

He said he had a ‘bad day’ at school, because he had a headache and he’s tired. His crankiness level certainly isn’t helped by the fact that he can’t get on Minecraft, because Internet Explorer keeps shutting down. (My kids might be a bit addicted to Minecraft).

So my sis.in.law and I thought it would be groovy to give Insanity a shot. You know, that crazy workout program? So we sat down & watched it (while eating popcorn & drinking soda. Ha!). Then we thought ‘hey let’s try that!’  Yeaaaa.

There’s a reason it’s called “Insanity”.
You have to be insane to do it. :-p

We didn’t even make it through the fitness test at the beginning. Lungs fell out of chest halfway through, pretty sure I kicked mine across the room while attempting a powerkick that would make Bruce Lee cringe. Workout program, my non-Insanity’d butt. More like torture program.

You have these three overly cheerful people (who are obviously robots, in reality) and they’re all “Oh yay, let’s do this!”

So you start doing these outrageously exhausting kicks & jumps (“Faster!” the robots chant as you’re gasping for oxygen & trying to find where you kicked your lung, “C’mon! Faster!”). We had to give it up halfway through it – it’s definitely not the workout program to do if you have a jacked up back. & these human-robots want you to do this everyday? Sure, when you hook a caffeine drip straight to my heart and get me an oxygen tank.

I could barely freaking move the next day (& the day after that). I think my spine melted into goo. Painful, aching goo.

Of course, my husband throws his two cents in (& he’s right, of course): “It’s called IN-SAN-I-TY! Why did you think they gave it that name?” Shut up, darling, before I send the exercising robots after you, and then switch your coffee to decaf. (Insert grumbling – achy, painful grumbling – here).

That was four days ago. I’m almost able to walk without cringing now.

I’m secretary of the PTO at my kids’ school, right? Right. I’ll be the first to say that I’m the worst PTO secretary ever. I’ve been to a couple of the school-related things to help out (bookfair, photo day, that kind of thing) but I haven’t actually made it to any of the PTO meetings. Head, meet desk. When I first joined, hubby’s car was jacked up, so we were sharing mine. He drove mine to work on the nights of the meetings. When he got it fixed — well, I still didn’t go to the meetings. PTO Secretary Fail.

Anyway, book fair’s this week at school. I volunteered to help out a few days. Do your kids have these book fairs? The book pricing at these things is ridiculous! I think my textbooks for my college classes were cheaper than the six books my kids bought between them at the last one.

It’s like:

“Mom, book fair is this week!” Great, I’ll go take out a loan so you can get a book you’ll glance at once and toss on the bookshelf, to never touch again. “Awesome, thanks mom!”

I love books myself. I think I’ll marry them.

I think I’ve made up for not writing the past week. I should go be productive now, but I’ll probably make more jewelry (which is productive, as it’s for my business) and watch Supernatural or Doctor Who.

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