Oh And Why Not?

Earlier today I was thinking that I had a few funny stories to tell here & that I'd do it later on tonite. Yeah. So I'm curled up on the couch with kids YELLING at me that I'm sleeping thru the dance for your lives section of SYTYCD (Hey I was WIDE awake for Usher though! Go me!) when I get a text. My sister just hit a deer.  Well actually, it hit her. Ran tight into the side of the car as she was going 60MPH on a country highway. She is ok. One side of the car is not. This is on the heels of a day of family shit. The religion topic was front & center today especially between her & my mother. Kiki pointed out several examples of howshe doesn't think for herself but does as she's told (um yes hello- that makes it a CULT). I'm not going into that mess but you guys that know me already know how messy it can get. Bottom line, it was already ugly at my parents & poor Kiki had to walk in there like this now tonite & that for sure won't be pretty.  My father is flipping rather than being grateful shes ok. She started to swerve & stopped herself. Had she done that she would likely have rolled the car & ended up in a ditch.

Funny? WTH was so funny? I don't remember at all. I'm going to go & crawl into bed & hopefully tomorrow I'll remember.

LoveNote

Just Another Manic Monday, No Wait- It's Tuesday. Right?

We've already discussed my utter confusion at days of the week anymore.  I know if I'm working graveyard then my day basically starts at 10:30pm when I get a shower but then that day just kind of goessssssssssssssssssssss onnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn foreverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr until I'm not sure of what day it is, is it really that day or that day only on my time sheet, is it normal time or military time. Should I have coffee or a martini? A bagel or baked ziti?

So basically I just don't care anymore. I look at my phone clock & calender constantly (cuz there's a special app for people as confused as I am) & wing it.

This could turn into a magical summer. Why you ask? Because B has been sleeping past 6:15am. She is usually up like clockwork, I hear feet run & the bathroom door slam. B's up. Always with a huge happy smile but still...

It's 6:15 in the morning...on a Sunday even.

The last few days she has slept later. This morning she got up at 8:30.

8:30

Holy Hell!

The other two sleep. Em just wandered downstairs & will stay curled up half awake under a blanket for an hour or two. Maya is still down for the count.

Me? I am on cup of coffee number two, already went for a 5 mile run (at 6am. It was cloudy & cool when I left & sunny with humidity by the time I walked back in the door), laundry is in & I'm zooming.  So much stuff is going on just this week alone. Yesterday we had a friends daughter for the day so we hit the park. I think I have her again today & lots of softball later. Tomorrow is Emmy day.  It's the first chance I'll have to celebrate her birthday from me. I mean yes, we had the party & yes she had red velvet cake ON her birthday too but I haven't given her a gift yet. We discussed it & she wants an MP3 player. Yes I know, 8 going on 15. She also wears a ring that was mine (yes my fingers are small enough that my 8 year old shares rings! I'm a 4.5 ring size!) & thinks she lost it at the park yesterday cause it is gone. She was really upset because she wants a ring to wear all the time from me. So that gift number two. I asked if she wanted to pick a ring out & I was told that I need to buy it & surprise her. Gift three, she wants to shop. Or should I say, money to shop.  Uh huh. 8 going on 18 right there.

Crossing fingers, I think Thursday is Sex In The City 2 night finally.

A few park pix...

Hello Hello Baby You Called I Can't Hear A Thing.

My brain is tossing around the whole connection thing again.  For me that is the relationship dealbreaker. I'm finding myself in a constant catch 22. Great guy, but he's married. Lots of potential, good verbal banter but married. Oh this one is completely available, adores me and I feel... precious little. He & I had a long chat today. We made it about 8 great months & he turned into a full blown deedeedee. Warning. If you become too stupid to talk to I won't waste time. Can it be good again? I'm doubtful.

Like really, really doubtful.

Something is always off and maybe it's me. Maybe I'm not supposed to be with anyone now. This ephiphany has occured to me. I am really fine & quite content to crawl into bed alone. Maybe I will sabatoge ANYTHING in my own head right now because it is simply not right, for me, right now. Maybe I thinki I'm open to it but I'm really not.

I can tell you this, I certainly haven't been looking. It's not even been a thought because I'm just too busy & absolutely happy with that.  Crushdriver can't get a conversation with me to save his life. DeeDeeDee. Well when you call & start off by saying, "Well, I worked out today" and that is as predictable as daybreak coming tomorrow, my phone may just so happen to purposely accidentally die.

So if I'm not really thinking about men in general & no one is getting much attention then why am I even discussing it now? A phone call triggered it. A friend that I grew up with called the other day on a whim. Instant chemistry. Instant banter. He amuses me & can keep up with me conversationally. There's common ground. He's a detective & we all know how anything criminal intrigues me. He's married and completely off limits. But it got me thinking of those who have been available. About the only thing I'm absolutely sure of is that I won't settle.

Happy 8th Birthday Emmy

Holding Baby Chicks

In case you hadn't noticed, B has become quite the artist!

         

"Momma Said Knock You Out, I'm Gonna Knock You Out!"

So  last month a girl moved in next door upstairs (strange huge house divided up oddly. I get all of one side, the other side has up/down apartments). She's college age & a bit louder than I'd expect. I say that because the guy beneath her is the same age & I never ever hear him. She is like a bull in a china shop. Not home much & neither am I so it works out fine. Until last night. At about 3am something came barreling thru my bedroom wall.

Oh. Wait. No it didn't. It just sounded that way.  I wake & think furniture is flying & I hear her yelling. I get up & open a window to try & figure out if there's a guy with her. I'm thinking domestic dispute for sure. Also know she wasn't home at 1am so she's probably been drinking.

No. No. And I don't know about the booze but that might be legit. She was screaming, yelling TRASHING her apartment & crying hysterically while on her phone.

It was a loud as hell indoor/outdoor cell tirade that lasted for 45 minutes. I know everyone has THOSE moments where they lose their mind. I know we have all gone ape on someone over the phone. I know I know. But when you wake me at 3am causing me to bolt down my stairs armed with phone & Mace to make sure my house is secure & then you continue the insanity for a LONG time when you damn well know kids are asleep nextdoor... it better only happen once.  Because it made me want to go all kind of ghetto & knock a bitch out.

Seriously.

Sleep is in high demand here.

I might cut you.

Or something.

I couldn't get back to sleep so I made coffee at 5 & figured I'd crawl into bed & read. I placed the coffee on my nightstand which is NOT wide. The top is seriously as big as a large magazine cover. Still there is a stack of books & my coffee cup. And the cat. Yes he decided to try to cut across the table but instead of stepping onto a book he stepped onto the rim of my coffee cup, tipping it of course. Was it all over the floor? Of course. On the edge of my bedding? Yup. That was nothing though compared to the real mess. The table has 4 drawers & two of them were slightly open. The lotions & potions in the top drawer were floating in coffee. The ipod, Emmy's b-day ipod that she gets tomorrow, the kids cell phone, etc were in the other open drawer. Lots of stuff is currently packed in RICE to dry out as I cross fingers & pray!

One two hour workout later...

and the day has at least not gotten any worse!

It's the first full day of summer vacation for the kids here.  Graduations, ice cream parties, homeroom mom activies, report cards- all of the craziness of the past week is done & now quite simply, here we are. Here are some highlites.

B & her teacher :)

Softball...

Field Day

BFF's

Graduation Gifts :)

Some Things

My love affair with vanilla coffee has been derailed like a torrid love affair. Slowly but surely I drifted away from it. It's always there but I'd usually rather something else. Unless I'm standing in a coffeehouse then it's all about the flavored coffee. But at home I now like my coffee the same way that I like my men: strong  and reliable with the ability to keep me awake.

My latest favorite color is orange. I know- how did THAT happen??????? I haven't owed an orange article of clothing in my entire adult life, until recently. Now there's a hoodie, shorts, flip flops... but it has to be the RIGHT shade of orange.

I'm *really* enjoying my alone time with the divas. We can always have people/friends around but I love the bookstore runs alone. I like rewarding the slushies myself after the games. I don't know how I'd do now if I had to coparent. I'm so used to doing it all & I'm so ok with that.

I think working graveyard is easier on me than working til midnite, at least when the kids are in school./  I am in rough shape if I sleep 2 or 3 hours & then have to get up. It's better for me to walk in the door & get kids up for school.  2nd shift is by far the roughest. Who knew?

The kids have just under 3 hours of school left. I'm all kinds of happysad. It has been a great year but we all NEED a break so bad. They are dismissed early tomorrow & we then have to run & get teacher's presents because I haven't had a chancve before now to do it. My day is...drop kids at school...run for ice cream party stuff...drop that at 9:30...get kids awhile later......bank...shopping...grocery shopping...playdate...work.  The last entire week has resembled this scenario an awful lot. Em's birthday is Sunday & I still need to get her big gift.  After that....we finally get a break.

Waiting...

Waiting to bat...

Her thoughts on tea T- ball...

Farewell To First Grade :(

It has been a very busy week for first grade.  Graduation.  The last field trip.  A 45 minute slide show yesterday  that demolished every parent in attendance. ( I get my DVD of it today & cannot wait to steal pics of B from it!!)  It has been a fabulous year and I feel so lucky to have shared it with B. I may miss it more than her.  It was a great group of kids (ok, there is always that ONE exception & I'll let you pick HER out LOL) & I've loved every minute with them. The little boy two over (on the left) from B is her future husband. He asked her to marry him (his twin will be there)  in his back yard over a year ago. What I recently found out is that she writes him love notes that he saves in his sidetabledrawer (I'm seeing talking furniture...). The girl cheek to cheek with B is a newfound friend. She started in their class after Xmas & now she & her older sister are often at my house. The 3 girls in the backrow are all B's BFF's. They have been together since preschool and can't imagine being seperated next year. The kid on the far right end in the back row is Emmy's BFF's brother. He & B play under the bleachers while their sisters have softball games. Em once pointed out that he looks just like The Elf on the Shelf & OMG he is a deadringer.  I think it every time I see him & everyone I've mentioned it to now does the same. I could go on & on. I could tell you about them all driving back from the Crayola Factory passed out, asleep on each other. I could tell you about how sweet they were when finally getting to hold the newly hatched baby chicks.  I could try (& fail) to describe walking onto the playground at recess to see them bonkers over a kickball game- because the principal was playing too (he was on third base).  I have been there when THAT ONE purposely upsets a child & I have seen the entire rest of the class jump in to try & "fix" it.  I could explain the Xmas show & how one boy was terrified to go on the big high school stage. They huddled protectively around him until they had to line up. Then his best friend stood in line with him holding his hand all the way onto the stage & thru their performance. 

They love each other so much & it has been an amazing this to see.