Very weird. They almost never sleep in, which means neither do I. Today, is a perfect day for them to start though.
We are expecting the (alleged) biggest storm in 7 years.Today-windy, Tomorrow- COLD and VERY WINDY,-Thurs (Thanksgiving) VERY COLD AND WINDY.
I have already snuck out and fed the animals, who were all hunkered down and keeping warm in their little pen, did the dishes ( whoo-hoo!) and started laundry--Go me! I have decided that it is SO much easier to be productive without little ones underfoot. :)
And with Thanksgiving rapidly approaching I plan on hanging out in a nice warm house, fire blazing and pies baking!
Today's agenda: loading up the fam-damly ( weather permitting) into the van and procuring straw, and more grain for the spoiled animals, and the ever present pile of laundry.
Still learning all of lifes lessions, one day at a time.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
Well the weekend came and went...
Happens fast don't it. Saturday night we went to a rodeo and TRYED to watch it, as much as the kids love horses and action, I thought they would be more into it then they actually were.
We sat in the isle and in no time it started to take on the appearance of our living room with scattered coats and children blocking the walk way. Yup, we are THOSE people. After the mutton busting, and bronc riding I looked down to see my little boy playing with the hair of a young lady who was unfortunate enough to be sitting in front of us. I called him back away from her, and gave her the "I'm sorry if my kid is messing with you" look. And again my little guy snuck up and flirted with her. This pretty much happened during the course of the whole rodeo. Thank God the young people had a sense of humor and more patience then me. But who wouldn't love being flirted with from my little guy, with those BIG brown eyes and mischievous smile.
Between watching the kid's interaction with other people ( some good, some not so good) and the numerous trips to and from the bathroom I am not sure I seen much of the rodeo myself.
Bought paint. Gotta get moving and paint me some kitchen cupboards!
We sat in the isle and in no time it started to take on the appearance of our living room with scattered coats and children blocking the walk way. Yup, we are THOSE people. After the mutton busting, and bronc riding I looked down to see my little boy playing with the hair of a young lady who was unfortunate enough to be sitting in front of us. I called him back away from her, and gave her the "I'm sorry if my kid is messing with you" look. And again my little guy snuck up and flirted with her. This pretty much happened during the course of the whole rodeo. Thank God the young people had a sense of humor and more patience then me. But who wouldn't love being flirted with from my little guy, with those BIG brown eyes and mischievous smile.
Between watching the kid's interaction with other people ( some good, some not so good) and the numerous trips to and from the bathroom I am not sure I seen much of the rodeo myself.
Bought paint. Gotta get moving and paint me some kitchen cupboards!
Saturday, November 20, 2010
turned 30 blah blah blah
This last week I turned 30. Gasp. I wallowed in self pitty pretty much all week, about how little I have accomplished in the last 10 years and what I plan on for the next 20.
My darling dear cousin took me out lastnight to "celebrate", bought me some drinks. I had planned on getting so shamelessly drunk that I would forget my name. No such luck. Turn's out that responsibility's a bitch. And with some A-hole pretty much chasing us around all night begging to buy us drinks, I was just not in the mood at all. I knew I would have to get up early this morning with my baby girl (4 1/2 months) and with the other little ones so that they woulden't destroy the house beyond repair.
While managing to get tipsy and alittle drunk, it was not what you might call a "good drunk". Why, can anyone tell me, why do guys hang out in bars and stalk women who are obviously married, and obviously not into them? Seriously... NOT GONNA HAPPEN BUDDY thanks but not thanks, GET A LIFE!
Woke up bright and early this morning ( against my protests) to screaming children. Tryed to take a hangover cure bath. Not a good plan when you have 7 people in a 1 bathroom house. In the @20 min I was in the bath, 3 ( three!!) people came in to shit in the toilet not a foot from my head...( WTH we're they saving it or something???)
So I think I will attempt to clean the house for awhile and nurse the crummy lollypop head feeling I have for a bit. Here's hoping 30 starts to suck alittle less in the near future. ~ Cheers. Blah.
My darling dear cousin took me out lastnight to "celebrate", bought me some drinks. I had planned on getting so shamelessly drunk that I would forget my name. No such luck. Turn's out that responsibility's a bitch. And with some A-hole pretty much chasing us around all night begging to buy us drinks, I was just not in the mood at all. I knew I would have to get up early this morning with my baby girl (4 1/2 months) and with the other little ones so that they woulden't destroy the house beyond repair.
While managing to get tipsy and alittle drunk, it was not what you might call a "good drunk". Why, can anyone tell me, why do guys hang out in bars and stalk women who are obviously married, and obviously not into them? Seriously... NOT GONNA HAPPEN BUDDY thanks but not thanks, GET A LIFE!
Woke up bright and early this morning ( against my protests) to screaming children. Tryed to take a hangover cure bath. Not a good plan when you have 7 people in a 1 bathroom house. In the @20 min I was in the bath, 3 ( three!!) people came in to shit in the toilet not a foot from my head...( WTH we're they saving it or something???)
So I think I will attempt to clean the house for awhile and nurse the crummy lollypop head feeling I have for a bit. Here's hoping 30 starts to suck alittle less in the near future. ~ Cheers. Blah.
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