Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Come in with the milk


Today's post has nothing to do with milk. I just like saying that. I was also up most of the night because I couldn't sleep and Leo was on the boob tube and every time I see him I have to say, "Come in with the milk." When the kids got up and came in to get breakfast I said, "Come in with the milk." Marian said the milks in the fridge and I just got up. I don't have milk. Chrissy just rolled her eyes and asked if I had peed in any bottles.
Today I was going to stack this lovely pile of wood. The key word was, well, was. It's just too big and I'm too lazy today. My excuse will be that I didn't have anywhere to put Dane while I did it. Since we are do to get another inch and a half of rain I think that the excuse will wash. So to speak.
I took a picture from the barn window to try and show you how our back yard resembles a lake. The windows are so dirty and it's so grey out that this was the best picture of the bunch. It really is this gloomy out. I can't wait to go on vacation. Except for the fact that I don't like to fly nor do I want to put my entire family all on the same flight. That's a story for another day. If I talk about it, all of my irrational fears will pop out and we won't be going anywhere. Except to the mud hole of the back yard.
I have also decided that before we leave the homestead that a few things need to be taken care of. I decided all closets need to be cleaned and at least half of the basement needs to be sorted and gone through. Sounds easy enough. The girls room was cake. In and out in half a day. I also went through all their drawers and sorted winter from summer and did a huge Goodwill run. Danes room was a little harder. You see I haven't got rid of anything of his. Something in my head is saying if you get rid of the baby clothes you will not be having anymore. (Babies) Agh! I love babies. I want more babies. I wanted to have ten kids. I didn't even make it to five. Then on top of that my cousin called me and said she knows a family that really needs clothes and that I should get off my buns and pack up what I have and fork them over. So I have packed up what was in Dane's room and put the bins in the van. (Six Rubbermaid bins full, this does not include what I have in the basement.) So sad:(
Today, if I ever get off the computer, I am cleaning the bathroom and hall closets. Bathroom will be cake. Hall closet is full of my moms clothes. All I can say is, Come in with the milk.
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Monday, March 29, 2010

Rain Rain Go Away

A few weeks ago I took theses pictures of the river behind or house. We still had some snow on the ground. It's very peaceful to sit and watch and listen to the water as its going by. Not this day though. I had Dane with me. When Dane is with you you spend your time with one hand on his person at all times. He's very slippery. The water is very cold and I don't want to go in after him. As a matter of fact we don't take him to the river very often and when we do we tell him awful things about it. To try to scare him so if he gets loose hopefully he won't head in the direction of the river. This day he is throwing sticks in the water and I have one hand clutched to his hood and the other is clutching my camera.
I'm standing at the top of the bank. I can't go down the path because it's muddy. The one good thing I notice is the water is calm right around the edge. Which means if Dane goes in, I can grab him before he gets too far. Yesterday afternoon I was back by the water and there was no way I was letting him even close. The whole river looked like one big rapid. Of course I didn't have my camera. (I was supposed to being stacking wood and Dave doesn't think its productive to stack wood with a camera wrapped around my neck)
Anyway the water is over halfway up the bank. No place to really sit down and enjoy myself. I think this summer we are going to put a picnic table in and maybe a barbecue grill. That way it looks and feels like we went somewhere without leaving the yard. I have MUCH work to do in order to do that and I'm anxious to get started. If it would just stop raining. And warm up a little.
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Friday, March 26, 2010

PLease let this be a quiet weekend

My wonderful oldest child living at home recently had to do a report on something. It could have been on anything in the world. For some inane reason she picked Jupiter. That was after I told her she couldn't do Uranus. She had to do a written report, an oral presentation, a Three D model and a poster. She got an A grand total. I can't say she did the whole thing on her own. She really needs to thank Mr. College student himself, Grand Master B. If left to her mother to help her, she would have failed. So I owe Grand Master a big Thank You too. Thank You Grand Master B.
Last weekend was so long and busy that Dave and I are both hoping this weekend isn't. But already Dave has to work tomorrow morning and I told the girls they could have play dates that are both potential sleepovers. Why do I do this to us?
This picture will be us again this weekend. Dave out cutting wood well into the night because the day is too full. Sigh. Nothing smells better than fresh cut wood. (I like wood) Hee hee hee hee hee. EXCEPT for fresh cut grass. (I used to really like grass)
My boy really likes being out with his dad while dad is cutting wood. You have to watch him like a hawk. He was in the house with me and I went pee walked out of the bathroom and he was gone. I asked his sisters if they saw him and they said "Who are you looking for?" At that exact time I heard the front end loader fire up and I hauled ass out the door. You can't see behind you in those things and its dark. I almost shit my pants. But as usual Dave had me covered and the boy was with him. I swear that child will be the death of me. A few weeks ago Dave was (as usual) cutting wood and Dane snuck out to be with him and I didn't know he was gone for at least twenty minutes. When I found him he was playing on a roll of wire mesh. Thank God for tetanus shots. Dave didn't even see him outside. I have a feeling that we are in for a long summer.
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Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Spring Cookie Day

This past weekend we had had two days of marathon baking. I mean I like to bake as well as the next person but two days standing in the kitchen takes alot out of you. We did have great amounts of fun. Only Kadie can get these kind of smiles from her sisters. They drove me crazy asking when Kadie's coming and when we had to make a trip out to pick up important items I forgot to buy (like butter) they kept saying hurry home Kadie will get there before us. Jeez, you think she was company or something. Personally I think she only comes to use the washer. As a matter of fact, I'm expecting that kind of a phone call any minute.
Saturday I really didn't have to do much. I made the dough and Kadie and the girls did the rest. I became chief dish and bottle washer. I didn't mind. It was more fun watching Kadie as she tried to explain to her younger siblings what to do next without throttling them. Every once in awhile Kadie would look at me and say," I wasn't this bad was I?" In which I would just laugh. She was an only child for eleven years. She was so easy to amuse but if there would have been two of her I just don't know.
This is slacker. All she wanted to do is drink my Dr. Pepper, made with real sugar and go outside and play. I don't think she decorated as many cookies as she ate.

I thought Sunday was going to be an easy day. Or sort of easy. We have church at 8:30 and it gets out at 10:00. We need to leave by 8:05 to be on time for check in. When we get home we have a lunch and this Sunday we thought we'd work outside. We have an early dinner and I take Chrissy to Youth Group and stay in town until she's ready to come home. Nothing works out.
At 7:00 am we notice steam pouring out of the wood boiler. This means that the boiler is too hot and the boiler is releasing steam to cool itself down. (I'm not sure why it does this maybe so it won't blow up or wreck all of the pipes and motor it is connected to.")
Anyway, its not good. (This happens rarely) What we have to do is use hot water to bring the temperature down. So I put three kids in two showers and told them to have at it, they could stay in as long as they want. Or until we yell for them to get out. I ran the dishwasher and washed a load of whites in hot water. Plus I took a shower. The darn thing was still running hot. AGH!
Dave gets it under control and I take the girls to church and he's going to shower and bring Dane with him. The girls and I were twenty minutes late for church and Dave and Dane were thirty five minutes late. (Our service runs at least ninety minutes)
Then on the way home Chrissy tells me that the boys are doing something different than the girls are at youth group and they are getting all kinds of munchies for free and so to counter that, she wants to make cupcakes. One hundred of them all decorated for spring. Oh, and she wants to bake them. I won't bore you with the rest of the afternoon I'm sure you all know that she got bored after the first batch and I got to do the rest. We made it to youth group by 5:30 and hung out in town until 8:00 and then slugged our way home and fell into bed.
What happened to Sunday being a day of rest?
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Friday, March 19, 2010

because pictures don't lie

My children keep snatching my camera and taking pictures of me. I don't like having my pictures taken. Now I know why. Let me dissect this picture for a moment. First, where are my eyes? What happened to them? And my hair. You would think I would do something with that. It just hangs bringing attention to my no -eyes. I won't go on because as you and I can see we both know that I need to go on a drastic "get my eyes back" routine. Either that or I must stop smiling.
So, because I don't want to be the fat mom anymore I have been cutting back and trying to walk everyday.
It's the obstacles that I've had to overcome to do this though that have been driving me crazy. Dave went out of town. (I was a basket case and drank and ate all weekend) My friend came for a few days while he was gone and helped me drink more and eat some more. Eating really is over rated. NOT! But the worst thing that has happened to me is my stinking armpits. I have been using that salt stick deodorant. Remember? Well since I've been walking (GROSSNESS ALERT!) I've been one big sweaty, stinky mess. On top of that my armpit (my right one if you wanted to know) has developed a rash that won't go away. I've tried everything and I can get it to almost go away but then it just comes back. I've stopped using fabric softener and used every kind of cream you can imagine. Even something for jock itch. It was there PEOPLE and I was desperate! Just to let you know I don't have Jock Itch arm pit. The stuff didn't work.
The worst part is "I stink" I can't use any deodorant because of the rash and let me tell you a rash and a salt stick don't mix. Trust me on this.
So if you see me know that I over shower on a regular bases but please stand down wind. It's for your benefit only.
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Monday, March 8, 2010

Barn Door

I ran into a little problem over the weekend. And this darn door caused it. Last week when I was out taking some pictures, I snapped this photo. This is the same barn door that fell on top of Mimi when she Dane's age. Dumb door. It's on an old slider and we (meaning Dave) thought he had fixed it. Him being pretty good at stuff like that I was surprised to see it on the ground. So I snapped a few pictures of it and went on my merry way.
The problem started yesterday when my loving husband went to go cut some wood. He came back inside a few minutes later and said,"The barn door fell." I didn't think anything of it and I said,"Yeah, I knew that." Then in my excitement of telling him not only did I know that but I took pictures of it.
His reaction wasn't quite what I expected. I'm not sure what I expected to be honest.

Dave: You knew the door had fallen?

Me: Yes, I just said that.

Dave: Your not just being a Monday morning quarter back here are you?

Me: WTF? No, I just told you it was on the ground and I took pictures of it.

Dave: When?

Me: When what?

Dave: When did YOU take pictures of the BARN DOOR ON THE GROUND?

Me: I dunno, the other day, maybe Tuesday. But I think I heard it fall last Friday when the wind was blowing really hard. I heard a big bang that day.

At this point Dave's face is looking a little funny I hafta say.

Dave: So let me get this right? You heard a big bang over a week ago and you didn't go see what it was.
(This was not a question people) Then when you do finally go out back and see that the barn door is on the ground, you take pictures of it. Is that right?

Me: Sighing, ummmm, yeah. At this point I'm thinking is this a trick question.

Dave: Did it EVER occur to you that maybe on Friday you should have told me about a big bang? Or even better yet when you went out back and saw the door ON THE GROUND. Maybe instead of taking pictures of it for your BLOOOOGGGG, you should have told me?

Me: Humph, I wasn't even gonna post those pictures, but now you've given me something to write about I think I will. Thanks.
Dave: Your Welcome, glad that I can be of service.

I don't think he was serious though.
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Friday, March 5, 2010

Spring?

If I remember correctly, I posted this same picture last year. Only now it's this year and this is a different picture than last years.
What it means though, and I pray diligently, that spring is here. Unless it snows again. And it could. March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb.
But isn't this exciting!? Flowers! I love flowers that come up and bloom from the cold hard ground. When everything seems to be wrong all you have to do is see the first flowers of spring. Life keeps moving on, and the cold doesn't last forever.
And my boy, he's loving the outside too. We took a trip to the river and he walked through every puddle of water he could. I didn't let him go down the river bank. I wasn't feeling like a swim to fish him out if he fell in. That kid has no fear. I think it has something to do with his Wisconsin Badgers jacket. How can you be fearful with a Badger on your back? I think it's time to go buy him a pair of rubber boots.
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