Monday, August 29, 2011

Chicken soup

Chickens running around today and I thought I would post a few tidbits of my life these past few days.

Hurricane Irene caused us to move home early from camp. It was sad to leave camp but it was nice to come home and have an extra day and extra hands to clean.

I took the day off from work today to get the boys ready for school. It was the first time in over a year that I didn’t answer any emails from work or even acknowledged the fact that they wanted information from me. I feel like this is the first time I can put in for a day off that I actually took.

I took the boys back to school shopping. We bought all the supplies, 9 pairs of shorts, 6 pairs of socks, a pair of work boots, 2 pairs of jeans, a pair of sneakers, two back packs, and two NHL T-Shirts, a lunch box and two thermoses and the total came to just over $300. I think that was a fantastic day shopping and my hubby almost croaked. I guess compared to a kayak it was money well spent.

My hubby is reading my blog now. It has been almost two years since I started and now I have to worry about things that I say about him.

My hubby is the greatest guy in the world…this is for his benefit not mine.

Peanut is a freshman in high school this year. He is playing football for his high school and made first string. I am so proud of his determination. I just hope that he keeps making us proud.

Jelly, who is not an athletically inclined child, decided that he would go out for track this year. It is his senior year. My hubby wonders why he decided this year to do it. I don’t. The team is going to Disney for a meet this year and Jelly thinks that it is the greatest thing since sliced bread.

We have never taken the kids to Disney.

Butter starts school tomorrow. I am worried sick that with both boys in sports at the other school, he will be spending too much time by himself at home. I am an hour away and the hubby is working a second job so that means some nights he may be home for three hours by himself. Ugh! Sick, I tell you sick.

I joined weight watchers. I found that I have gained 15 pounds in the last 2 ½ years and that makes me sick as well. I tried so hard to lose the 60 pounds before, to gain 15 back is heartbreaking. This time I feel like I get it. I am down over 6 pounds in the last four weeks. At this rate I will be back to the weight I want to be by the time I take the hubby on our 20th anniversary trip.

I still don’t know where to take the hubby that won’t break the bank but will still be romantic.

That’s it for now…I am not going to ramble on and on because at this rate I could.

Monday, August 22, 2011

Need to stop the ride...

I have been having one hum dinger of a month and my emotions are in overload.

I realized today that it has been a whole month that I have been riding this rollercoaster of a life and today I am asking when it is time for you to just throw your hands up in the air and let it all go?

My family has been feeling the same tension and frustration and it is not a good thing. We are all testy and perhaps it is all for the same reason.

I had a dream. Well, we had a dream.  A want maybe is the better word for it.
For those who have been following for a while or even know me, know that I spend the entire summer at my summer home.

We have been doing this for the last 15 years. My husband has never known a summer that he did not spend it at our camp or the one next door.

Back about 11 years ago we were told that we would have the opportunity to buy the land that we currently rent that our summer camp sits on and build a house of our own. In the year 2011 the lease would be up and we would have the option.

Wouldn’t you want to look at this sunrise every morning?

That has changed. We now would need to buy an entire house that someone else built on the land for $500,000. Who the hell has that kind of money? Not me!!!!

We are down to our last full week at Rocky Pond and the kids are fighting. So bad that Jelly gave Peanut a black eye for teasing him about taking the last Twinkie.

I am rude to my friends and snapping at the slightest thing that NEVER would have bothered me before. Believe me when I say, I can take a lot but not now. Things are not “nothing” but I am definitely reacting a lot stronger than I would have in the past.

I am crying on my way home from work because I am overwhelmed there.

I SNAPPED at the cable people because I can’t seem to have them understand that someone disconnected my cable from the phone and they claim I “never called them or put in an order for a disconnect”.

I am sorry to spew my mental grief but I needed to let it all out somewhere before I snap at the wrong person.

Me and stress have never been bed fellows unless you count a hospital bed.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

The Lawn Ornament is GONE

I thought that last year I posted this little story about a very expensive lawn ornament that has been in front of my in laws house for the past 14 years.  When I went looking for it I could not find it.  Regardless, this has been the ONE thing that my husband and I have not been able to agree on since 1998.

This morning my 18 year old son sold it for $400.

Let me tell you how funny this is and how I have been chuckling inside for the past two days.

When my husband bought it in 1987 it cost him almost $18,000. He babied this thing for YEARS.

When we took it off the road in 1997 it was because it was too small for our growing family. Not to mention the amount of gas this thing took, ugh that hurt more.

In 2000, I was offered $5000 for it and I took the offer. The offer was rescinded because the person thought it was important to get my husband involved. My husband said he would not sell it for less then $10,000. Oh well.

In 2006, I was offered $2000. My husband said no.

Last year he had offers for $800-1000. He kept saying no.

This year I put my foot down and told my husband that it was no longer his. Since it sat in my in-laws front yard for over 14 years it was time to get rid of it and I sold it to my oldest son. (for a cleaning of the house and a few loads of laundry) Then proceeded to tell him that I would double whatever he made on selling the truck so that he could buy his own car.  He cleaned it up all nice and shiny.

He sold it. Now he has $800 toward a car for him and I don’t have to listen to my FIL bitch at me EVERYTIME we go over there.


Friday, August 5, 2011

A post for me to release some tears...

There have been many times in my life that I wanted to say something but the emotional aspect of what needed to be said has stopped me from doing so. You know that feeling that you have when you know if you start to talk about something that you are going to cry? That has been the case just about every aspect in my life.

I have to let some of it out and here in the bubble is as safe a place as any to do so.

Am I “that” scary? If you know me maybe you can answer that.

I don’t hold grudges, I normally let things slide. I am a “happy go lucky” positive person 99% of the time.

I have recently been told by people at work that they are afraid to cross me because of “my wrath”. Seriously? I have a wrath?

Maybe I do and so I need some unbiased opinion from the “world out there”.

I have been told recently that I had a conversation that I don’t remember. That being said, there is a STRONG possibility that there was more of a miscommunication than a conversation but that is a mute point.

My point is this…I was told that I didn’t remember this conversation because I “was drunk”.

I took some serious offence to this statement. I don’t get “drunk” that often and when I do, I do it responsibly.

In this instance, I had my three boys and my youngest son’s best friend that I was responsible for. I was attending a child’s birthday party. I was drinking SOBE and sweet iced tea. I had not had one drop of alcohol during this time.

People think that comments like that are “funny” at the time but don’t realize the repercussions of those comments might have if the wrong person heard it. Maybe no one else had heard it or read it or even cared but I did. I took offense to it.

Lately it seems as though my character is always the one that is in question. Maybe I am a “slut” because I hang around with the guys. Maybe I am a “sleaze” because I tend to swear more than most women. Maybe I am not going to win Mother of the Year award because I am so “mean”. But one thing that I will not stand for is being called “a drunk”.

There it is out.