I promise to do better, unless I don’t.

I got a comment today!  From one of our original inspiration bloggers, Reese.  Hi Reese!!!

So naturally, I clicked on the DISQUS link to reply to the comment.  I like to reply or at least “like” our comments.  I find encouragement better than … well … ambivalence. 

Anywho.  When I got over to my DISQUS site, there were several comments that I had not seen before.  Some were weeks old. 

WHAAAA???!!!

One of the reasons I installed that system was so that I’d get a notification when we have comments, and so that I could reply to individual comments.  This is not making me happy.

I am going to have to spend eons a bit to troll around my account there and figure out why some of you wonderful people fell through the cracks of our place here.  Now, mind you, it’s held together with chewing gum and fruit roll ups around here, but that’s no excuse.

I apologize if you feel neglected or even worse, ignored.  I’d never want any of our virtual friends to feel that way.

So like I said.  I’ll do better.  I’ll try to do better. 

I promise.

I haven’t really fallen off the face of the earth.

It just feels like it.  And by the feel of it, I landed pretty hard.

I hate that I haven’t updated in *ahem* … quite a while.  I’m sorry.  I do still love this place and all of you.  I just have been spinning like a top.

Let me give you an example.  I did not even touch my computer for 5 days!  STRAIGHT!!!

You know.  I know you do.  It has to be major for us not to just check our Facebook really quick.

I worked 3 12 hour shifts this week.  I’d get home at around 7:30, eat a lovely meal that was prepared by my father in law, try my darndest to appear alert as the kids were telling me about their day, then crash and let them deal with their own bedtime.

Pitiful.  I know.  But, y’all.  5 Am comes super duper early. 

I will try to post some of the positives that I’ve noticed thus far in my working mom journey.  At some point.  But for now, I’ll leave  you with this. 

If you grow up in South Carolina with a hick southern accent and lose it (somewhat) because you marry a person of Higher Than Mason Dixon Line upbringing, you could very likely slip right back into that twang dialect if you are around people who speak the Country Vernacular.  (BTW, that’s pronounced Cuuhhhhn-treee.)

Don’t say I never gave you helpful advice.

OH OH OH!!!  I almost forgot to tell you.  I was hired into a PRN position, which means that I work as I’m needed with no benefit package.  But I just found out that I’m getting moved into part time.  This guarantees me 2 shifts a week AND I’ll get benefited. (My mother in law is a mover and shaker is all I’m saying.)

So YAAAAY for me & my family!  First time we’ll have insurance in lots of years. 

All the Busy Ladies, All the Busy Ladies

I had some wonderful witty ideas for a new post but I will postpone those until later to bring you these two exciting, life-changing updates.

Disclosure – The above sentence is LIES, all LIES! I really have nothing to blog about, my life is KA-RAZY busy right now with football practices/games, college class, writing papers, revising papers, church meetings, church services. Add the fact I have four human beings I’m trying to mold into some semblance of productive, moral, and kind citizens AND keep the home fires burning in the marriage. Oh my, I am busy. So why do I spend so much time on twitter and facebook?

And truly I have nothing earth-shattering, just a cool trick and a fabulous new recipe. Take it or leave it people, I am too busy to care.

My new favorite find is chalkboard contact paper. Here’s where I found mine. And so far, here’s the only thing I’ve used it for (other than covering the front of both girls notebooks). Later today, I hope to able to erase the sad message (which yesterday read: TOO LATE!) and replace it with ‘peanut butter chocolate chip’.

While Jen and I were having a marathon gab fest (actually she was just bragging, I mean sharing, about the U2 concert) on Friday, I created my most gorgeous loaves of baking genius to date. I made two loaves of braided challah. (Please say it correctly with all due reverence. Unlike myself, I prefer to say it like ‘hol-lah’ with some attitude.) I am in love. Truly, ask Jen, I repeated told the dough, the loaves, and the finished product, of my love for them. They made me so stinkin’ happy. I found this recipe at Tammy’s Recipes. She has really, really good from scratch recipes. D loves the Farmhouse Chicken and the Italian Bread is my go-to bread for spaghetti night (of course I sub ranch for the Italian cuz that’s how we roll).







Isn't she lovely? I giant puffy heart this recipe. And it was so simple!


And here's a pic of what I was privileged to deal with while D and BFF were at the U2 concert. My boys, Jen's boys, and two of my nephews battling it out on the trampoline with the football practice dummies.



Oh do you think I left out an important detail or two? Yes, D and his brother went to the concert and Jen and her hubs but they did all go together. Hee hee, I just couldn't resist the possible shock factor.


I am busier than ever and semi-adjusting to all the craziness of my life, the good news is I still love it! Life is good. Happy Fall!

Procrastination Friday Extravaganza with a little whine

Y'all know I'm moving, against my will right? And that I have known about this fact for, oh, a good 2 months.
Yeah.
A rational human being would have their home all packed and ready to go, with the exception of what they need to survive the next 2 weeks.
I never claimed to be rational.
My hubs has warned me of the impending crazy rush that will be my life. "You need to just do it, or you'll end up with 2 weeks to pack the house."
I swear the man's a prophet.
Here I am, 2 weeks from the kids' last day of school, and I have packed 10 boxes. (10 out of 200 ain't so bad, right?)
I have come up with all kinds of excuses why I can't get it done.

-I'm depressed about the move and just plain don't want to do it.
-There were a few hot days (without AC) that I couldn't do anything other than sit on the couch under the fan and pretend to be a mannequin.
-I didn't have the proper packing equipment (newspaper, tape, markers, etc.)
-Laundry takes up all of my time.
-I don't want to move, therefore I don't want to pack. Or as Plato said "I dread, therefore I resist."
Did I already mention that one? Oh. Sorry.
It's a big one.

I have hit the place where I'm running out of excuses and time. I have to quit mullygrubbing and just get the thing done. I really thought that the idea of moving would grow on me the closer I got to the big event, but it seems just the opposite is the case. But that doesn't change anything. There are times when you gotta do things you don't want to. Go with the flow, roll with the punches, yada yada yada. ...Bleh.
Soooo.
On that uplifting note, I think I'm gonna put on an audiobook, escape to another world and pack this one up while I forget about it at the same time.
"Denial is a wonderful coping mechanism." as my SIL likes to say.
I agree. Until it gets to the point where you're just not able to deny anymore.
Looks like our waterfront property is starting to perk and will be on the market soon.

Whine whine whine. I need some cheese to go along with all of this.



*PS* Please, please leave funny/witty/cheesy comments & cheer me up. Any quotes from The Princess Bride should do the trick.

I'll start.
Boooo. Boooooo.

Excuses, but good ones

It is me! I'm still alive. I know I've been away for more days than I can count, but I feel justified. You all know by now about the move that is going on. Well, it will be going on, when school gets out. For now, we are going to the "new" house on Saturday nights for church on Sunday. (The word new only refers to the newness to us, not the planet. I'm pretty sure it was here when Columbus landed. And it is not the quaint, charming old either.)
So, for the weekend we were camping out in the house, kids sleeping on the floor, eating in shifts because I forgot to bring more than one bowl. Pretty much we are getting by with the basics.
There is no furniture to speak of, and more importantly, no internet. Gasp!! I think I went through withdrawals over the weekend. Then I came home to 3000 emails in my inbox. Fun stuff.
This week is spring break for our kids. Nana and Papa have claimed the week. So, for now we are in Tennessee visiting family and having boatloads of fun. So, with the busy week and the sporadic times that I can get away, I feel like I must make an official apology. Sorry that Pam has been carrying us both posting away like the trooper that she is. Of course, she has nothing else to do this week. She even said so.
I will report that we have a trip to Dollywood planned for Thursday. I promise to post on that and let you know what I think of the place. My first time there and all.
So, to those of you who have a break this week and can spend it in your hammock, I am jealous. If you're working, I'm sorry.
If you're not working but are doing all the work at home, well, I just say "what else is new" right?
Happy spring break to everyone!