Thursday, July 31, 2008

I'm Being a Bad Blogger

Ugh! I am driving myself crazy. I am a bit routine oriented and tend to do the same things in the same order but everything is all out of whack. My multi-tasking abilities seem to have run off somewhere. I still cannot find my day planner and will probably just go buy another one later today. Shhhhhh... Don't tell Mr. Macchiato.

I have got so much stuff to do!!! Why am I on the computer then? I am sitting in a coffee shop waiting for my son. We just live too far away from his school for me to go home and his school isn't near the places I need to run errands to. I was filling out the piles and piles of forms we have to fill out every year for him to be in sports. Now I've got to get doctor's signatures. We also have to fill out piles of paperwork for all of his meds that the school has to keep in the office. I wish they could just use the forms from last year. Nothing has changed. UGH!

AND Frapppy has to get a physical and there are more forms to fill out for the college. We have to switch her from the pediatrician to our new family doctor. Our old one up and moved. I like our new doctor better anyway... but I hate filling out all that paperwork.

Is this not the most boring post ever? It is nothing but me whining about everything. Did I tell you it is hot and that I am melting? No? It is HOT. It is so hot that I dreamt about a blizzard hitting our town and all of us being snowed in. Actually, there was a lot more to it than that. It was weird... there was something political going on... some kind of unrest. I don't know where my kids were. They weren't in the dream at all. Mr. Macchiato was ill and unconscious and I was saving his life by making a sled out of duct tape and then dragging him through the snow. I woke up thinking I needed to make a list of all the things we should have on hand and thought to myself I should be buying a roll of duct tape every time I go to the store. And then I thought it would be nice to have oodles of toilet paper on hand in case there is a revolution. And hand sanitizer. And baby wipes. And plastic bags. And plastic sheeting. And energy bars. Well, and water too. Then I got stressed because if there is a blizzard and our town is buried in snow for years... because of global warming you know... or what if it's not really a blizzard but some kind of weird fall out from being nuked... Anyway, the whole dream made me very distressed because I am not prepared for a disaster.

I wish it was snowing today. Yeah, I know I was complaining when it snowed in April. I was a fool. I will never complain about the snow again.

Blogger is a moody little booger today! Oh! Cool, check out my site meter over on the left! I'll be hitting 10,000 unique visitors today.

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Oh My! Another Award!

I am one of the recipients of this award designed by the oh so sweet Laura~Peach of Silence is Broken! The caption says, "YOU are the sun on my rainy day, thank U." I want to pass this on to my real life fleshy friends:

Elysa of Musings from Graceland. I miss her and her family so very much! I haven't even gotten to meet their youngest little puddin' and she's going to be three soon.

Karen of Fresh Fixins. I love her sense of humor and her blog! I feel like I have gotten to know her so much better since we both started blogs and it makes me wish we had been able to get to know each other more in person when we were in the same town and going to the same church! And people... she makes the most fabulous cake ever! I have dreams about the wedding cake she made for a mutual friend. Wow.

Paula of Kids Say the Darndest Things. She is my closest friend in Colorado. I enjoy her on so many different levels... she's funny, she's smart, she's interesting and she's got a wonderful heart. She lost her father this week and while he's in a better place... it is still hard to say goodbye. She has a beautiful post up on her blog. Please remember her and her family in your prayers.

I'd also like to pass it on to one other bloggy buddy. Trisha of In My Dreams I Can Talk. I don't know her in person but the condition we both share draws me close to her. She has a very caring spirit that comes through on her blog and I am in awe of her efforts to educate people about SD. She is a true teacher and while she can no longer teach... she continues to do so through her blog.

Is it Wednesday?

I've been running around all morning thinking it was Tuesday. Double Shot informed me otherwise. I feel so discombooberated. I normally live by my day planner... but I don't know where it is. I haven't seen it since before we left on vacation. I am afraid it is somewhere in the storage area of our basement. Somebody, please, just. shoot. me.

I don't really have anything to blog about. I am feeling very stressed. Frappy leaves for college in three weeks. THREE WEEKS!!! Double Shot starts school in three weeks. THREE WEEKS!!! Wait... no... LESS THAN THAT!!! Seventeen Days until Double Shot goes back to school and nineteen days until we drop Frappy off... I'm hyperventilating... Where is my day planner?!?!?! I am having. a. PANIC. ATTACK.

I feel like my life is, all of a sudden, on a speeding freight train. I NEED my day planner... I NEED to make some lists... I NEED a brown paper bag!

Everything is happening too fast. I feel like I did on my wedding day... all the waiting and thinking about it... the preparing for it... and then I was walking down the aisle with my father and I felt like it was all going too fast. I remember standing before the pastor, next to Mr. Macchiato and thinking this is it... wait. wait. WAIT... this is happening too fast!!!

How can we be here? Already? Chai Tea is already living on her own. Frappy is leaving. In a matter of weeks only Double Shot will be home. I wasn't going to be one of those moms. I've always wanted my children to be independent and to fly away... I just didn't think it would happen so fast. I am one of those moms. You know... the ones who cry. I do NOT know how I am going to make it through the fall preview with her. I do NOT know how I am going to be able to get in my car and drive away.

It is all happening too fast.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Oh Boy...

I am sicker 'en a dawg. Where did that saying come from and what exactly does it mean?

Monday, July 28, 2008

Monday! Monday! Monday!

I'm sorry. I like Mondays. I do. It is true. Don't hate me.

Every Monday is like a new chance at life to me. This week will be different. No matter that it isn't. I just have this thing in me that clings to the idea that this Monday will be different. This will be the Monday.

All my diets start on Monday. A lot of times they fail on Monday too.

I have lists on Monday. Lists that will be completed this week because this is the Monday. That rarely happens.

I just can't help it. I wake up Monday morning and always feel this surge of energy. I'm filled with hope. I look toward the future and think this is it. This week is going to be the week.

This will be the Monday. I just know it.

UPDATE: 6 pm... Nope. This Monday was not the Monday. Maybe next Monday then, eh?

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Sad News

Last week I posted an interview hosted by Pastor Greg Laurie here. On Thursday, Greg Laurie's 33 year old son, Christopher, was killed in a car accident. He is survived by a wife and small daughter. They are also expecting another child in November. Please pray for this family as they mourn their loss. Go here to see a picture of the family, read the details, leave a comment of support and/or contribute to the memorial fund that has been set up in his honor.

Thursday, July 24, 2008

An Award!

The fabulous Trisha of In My Dreams I Can Talk gave me this award.

The rules for this are as follows:
1. Put the logo on your blog.
2. Add a link to the person who awarded you.
3. Nominate at least seven other blogs.
4. Add links to those blogs on your blog.
5. Leave a message for your nominee on their blog.

But... I'm not going to follow the rules on this one. There's been a flurry of awards going around lately and... my little ole brain is tired. And... my mother-in-law has been visiting this week. And... I just want whoever reads this to consider themselves bequeathed with this award. Please let me know in the comments if you are taking it so I can go take a peek at your blog if you are not already on my list and so I can edit this to post a link to your blog so others can go check it out!

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Being Hot is Such a DRAG!

We are now in the 3-6 weeks a year where I wish we had air conditioning. We really don't need it. It really is a short time that it is hot here. There are places all over the world that are hotter... way hotter... with tons of people that have never even heard of air conditioning. I know I shouldn't complain. BUT I AM HOT!!!

Mr. Macchiato and my bedroom is the hottest room in the house. It is on the top floor with a huge window that faces west in which the sun beats every afternoon. Yes, I close the blinds. It doesn't matter. We have an evaporative cooler. It has to be in front of an open window which means it is on Mr. Macchiato's side of the bed. Mr. Macchiato is one of those that doesn't like fan noise, so he always wants to have it on low. And he's one of those that has to be under blankets. No matter how hot it is. Every single night we get into an argument over which speed the cooler should be on and his covers encroaching on my space. I, of course, want it on HIGH. We even go to such lengths as to try to change it when we think the other is asleep because medium speed isn't good enough for either of us.

Well, last night I'd had it. I'm the one that schlepps the 2 gallon bucket back and forth from the bathtub to fill that cooler every day. When he came up to bed I informed him that I was sleeping on his side of the bed. He wasn't liking that. I threatened physical violence, gave him the big don't mess with me stink eye, and I might have growled. I even filled 3 quart sized ziplock bags full of ice and placed them on different parts of my body... I'm not telling you which.. and then moved them around once my skin was numb. I tried to have one on my forehead but it was giving me a headache. I found out if I laid in on my hair that the coolness would travel down my hair to my scalp if it was close enough. So, that is what I did. Mr. Macchiato has decided I am a freak. I don't care. I slept in front of that cooler with it blasting on high all night long. If he so much as moved, I let him know he better not be moving toward the control on that cooler.

Sometimes... a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

No Limbs, No Limits

I went over to MUD's blog to let him know to come here for his award. I saw his Mental Health post that was a response to a comment left on his Sense of Humor, or Lack Thereof post. Last week I saw the following interview with a man who was born with no arms and no legs on Greg Laurie's blog. My family and I have watched it many times and it certainly put things in perspective. I pray that MUD's commentor will find his way to this... whether it be by following my comment here of by MUD posting it or linking to it... or however.

Awwww... I Got an Award!

Alison of RDHMom created the above award and was so gracious as to include me in the list of those she was giving it to. Thanks Alison!

Alison left it open on how we could pass it on. I thought about it for a bit and I normally would want to give it to everyone. However, this time I decided to only pass it on to one other person. MUD of Riding with MUD. MUD stands for Mean Uncle Denny and he has a cute story on how that nickname came to be. MUD served in Viet Nam and rose to the rank of Colonel. He and his wife live in Kansas on a bit of land they call Rabbit Run. He has been married to his wife since 1968 and he is clearly crazy about her. They have one son. I really enjoy reading his blog and learning his opinions. Hop on over there and tell him Hi for me! Tell him to get busy on that book too. I'm waiting!

Monday, July 21, 2008


Okay... if you read this blog, you know that our oldest daughter is out on her own, our middle daughter is headed off to college in 4 weeks, and our son is going into the 10th grade. I've essentially been a stay at home Mom for over 20 years now. I have worked some part time jobs here and there and worked full time for a while in 1999. I did some freelance work last year. The problems with my voice are a real problem as far as trying to find a job. I need to be available to drive my son around this year... so I really can't get a "real job" just yet. So... I keep my eye out for positions at my son's school. I figure even if they pay peanuts... it's a couple more peanuts. I would be on the same schedule as he is and it would be some kind of experience doing something and maybe I could springboard into something else from there. I was looking through some openings the other day and came across this in the job description:


The following are some of the physical demands commonly associated with this position. They are included for informational purposes and are not all inclusive.

Frequent use of eye, hand and finger coordination enabling the use of equipment and writing utensils

Spends the majority of the time sitting and may stand, walk and drive

Frequently involved in oral and auditory interaction both interpersonally and through communication devices

First of all, I want to know who got the job of writing their job descriptions. Secondly, are you kidding me? What is wrong with saying it like it is?


The following are some of the physical demands commonly associated with this position. They are included for informational purposes and are not all inclusive (meaning we reserve the right to add to this list at anytime without warning).

You must be able to see, have opposable thumbs, and be able to type and write. (If you are blind, can't hold a pen or a pencil and write, or type... DO NOT APPLY)

Most of the time you will be sitting on your butt. Occasionally, you will need to stand, walk or drive. (If you don't like sitting, have chronic hemorrhoids, can't stand, walk or drive... DO NOT APPLY)

You need to be able to hear and talk to people in person and on the phone. (If you are deaf or deaf/mute... or you cannot speak clearly... DO NOT APPLY)

Obviously, it made me laugh... but annoyed me at the same time. What's with using that language to describe phone duties? I mean... come on people!

Friday, July 18, 2008

Christians Suck

My friend, Elysa , sent me the link to this article and I want to share it with y'all. It is the lead feature on the religion mega-site Well over 2 million people access this site on a monthly basis and about 10 million receive newsletter content. It was written by Tom Davis, the author of Red Letters: Living a Faith that Bleeds and CEO of Children's HopeChest.

The article is actually titled, Why Christians S**k, on Beliefnet. It was funny to read through the article and see the middle letters starred out. I, however, don't have a problem with that word as evidenced by this post. When I went to check out Tom's blog I saw that he had the word spelled out on his. I don't know why that tickled me so, but it did.

While looking through the Children's Hope Chest web page I saw this. Elysa has Saint's Coffee on her side bar and she once held a contest where the prize was some of this coffee. I knew from back then that part of the proceeds went to Children's Hope Chest. But, to be honest, it didn't make it into my long term memory at the time. Check it out!

Here are some quotes from the article that I particularly liked. The whole article is worth reading, so be sure to do so.

When Christians care about their political views, what sexual preference someone has, or their bank account more than they care about the millions of people who die in the world because they don’t have five dollars to buy the medicine that would cure them, something has gone drastically wrong.

Christians, listen up: People are tired of being criticized, judged, and listening to the lip service we are so great at giving. Instead, why don’t we commit to making the changes we can make?

Christianity needs a renewal of the principles that made it great. It needs to be more like Jesus—compassionate, self-sacrificial, unconditionally loving, and caring for those who are most in need.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Extra! Extra!

New Post up over on The Uneducated Housewife's Guide to Politics!

Good Big Raisins Mama!

Double Shot has always been an excellent eater. He likes it all. Well, except for cauliflower. That kid is one lean mean eating machine. He's a grazer. Always hungry. Always on the hunt for something to eat. He even gets up during the night to eat. It makes us crazy sometimes.

When he was little... almost 3 years old... I was in a cleaning frenzy one day. We had a large sectional couch and he was sitting in the corner. I had a video on for him to watch. I was going back and forth down the hall and he would say things to me as I went by. He had a very deep, husky voice and spoke very slowly. I wasn't really listening to him but I tried to make him think I was. Otherwise, he would get off the couch and follow me.

Double Shot: Mama...

Me: I hear ya honey! Isn't that a good movie? What are they doing now?

Double Shot: Mama...

Me: What honey? Just give me a couple more minutes okay?

Double Shot: Mmmmmmmm... Good... big... raisins... Mama.

That brought me up short. I had sort of noticed he had something with him on the couch. I turned around to look at him and he smiled. On his lap was a brand new 2 lb. bag of prunes... half of it was gone.

We no longer had diapers in the house. I ended up calling my neighbor that lived behind us and she passed me some over the block wall. That night, as Mr. Macchiato and I lay in bed, we could hear him from his room filling his diaper. I had to change his diaper many times that night. And I've never bought another prune.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Dystonia.. Please Watch

I was contacted today by a woman asking me to post this public service announcement on my blog. I am more than glad to do it! When I went to You Tube to view it, I came across many clips of people suffering from Dystonia. I wish I had thought to look there during Dystonia Awareness Week and posted about it here on my blog along with my clip.

The clip below moved me to tears. Please watch it in its entirety. I can hide my dystonia by not talking. My heart goes out to those that have no control whatsoever. Please, if you had never heard of Spasmodic Dysphonia or Dystonia before reading my blog, will you please link back to this post? The more people that become aware of this disorder the more hope we have in finding a cure.

Going Home

I took this picture as the sun was going down in Colorado. We were almost home from our trip. I love to go on vacation, however, even as a kid... I loved going back home. My parents always insisted on having our house spotless before we left on our trips. We kids moaned and groaned as they literally vacuumed our way out the door. It was so nice to come home to that! Especially since most of our trips were to go camping and we were grimy and tired when we walked through the door.
Double Shot was moaning and groaning before we left on our trip as we were getting everything cleaned up. I couldn't have done it without Frappacino's help. At one point, she turned to him and said that it is important because it will be so nice when we got home. I don't think I ever told her how I felt coming home and why I did that... but she got it. Thinking about it makes my heart swell. Such a silly thing to make your heart swell...
Sometime today I am going to post the next installment of The Uneducated Housewife's Guide to Politics for the Uninterested. Only... not here. I decided to give that series its very own blog. It is named, The Uneducated Housewife's Guide to Politics. I couldn't fit for the Uninterested in the title. I need to finish the post and have some things I need to do first. If you missed the Introduction... head on over and take a peek!

Monday, July 14, 2008

Blog Awards!

Way back on June 2, 2008, RDH Mom, Alison, gave me this little award. I am seriously technologically challenged. Computer stupid. Lame. I could not figure out how to get it onto my blog! And then things got busy. Anyway, I was really touched by it and had wanted to give it to everyone who posted about the Dystonia Awareness Week contest. Y'all really blessed my heart by doing that!

Alison @ RDH Mom I know she's already been given the award, but I want her to get it again! What a sweetie! A big part of Alison’s blog is the story of their adoptions. It gives you a great picture of what is entailed in the adoption process! But, that’s not all that’s on there. Check it out!

AmusedMomma @ Kids Say the Darndest Things Paula is a personal friend and a seasoned advocate for homeschooling here in Colorado. Her family is very involved in homeschool support and you can find many links on her site to many homeschooling resources. Her blog is not just about homeschooling. She touches on many different subjects and I always enjoy the things she shares about. Although, sometimes she uses words I don’t know the definition to. Don’t tell her I said that though. She already has enough to laugh at me about in regard to my severely lacking computer skills. Check it out!

Brenda @ Living with RAD Brenda is a sweet gal that is dealing with Reactive Attachment Disorder with a couple of her adopted children. She is a wonderful resource, not just for those that are also dealing with RAD, but for those considering adopting and for those frustrated with parenting (that would be me). She has a way of putting things in perspective and her gentleness really comes through. Check it out!

Elysa @ Musings from Graceland Elysa is another personal friend. She is the mom to seven kids ranging in age from 14 to 2. When she was single she was a missionary to Swaziland. This past February she was able to return to Africa with her two oldest girls on a short term missions trip. Elysa also homeschools her children. Her blog contains many of her personal insights. Check it out!

Flea @ Flea’s World Flea is a really neat gal with a great sense of humor. She has this whole Fred & Bessie thing with these little cow salt & pepper shakers (at least that is what I think they are… they might just be little ceramic cows). She often photographs them on their many adventures. She’s even given them their own blog at Formica Fields. Like me, she also homeschooled her children for nine years and they are now in school. She also writes stories that she shares. Check it out!

Julia @ My Bloomin’ Life Julia has a wonderful blog where she shares her spiritual insights as well as some funny stories about her life. Not long ago, I was having a really bad day and this post really helped me get through it. She is also a homeschooler. Check it out!

Just Me @ Peanut Butter & Bacon Sandwiches Isn't that a cute blog title? Just Me has a great sense of humor. She can get a little PG 13 or so... just to warn ya. She was a regular commentor on my first blog and just found this one recently. I am glad she did because I didn't have a way to contact people because I cleared all my blogs out of my favorites and didn't even read blogs between the time I deleted the other one and when I started this one and couldn't remember all of them to let them know I was back. I am looking forward to getting reaquainted with her and her blog! Check it out!

Karen @ Fresh Fixins My two youngest kids were baptized in Karen’s hot tub when we lived in Mississippi. She also took care of our girls when we came to Colorado to find a home before moving. We’ve actually been able to get to know one another better through our blogs and e-mails back and forth about our blogs. She is a wonderful cook! She and her husband are raising and homeschooling two of their granddaughters and just graduated the oldest! Check it out!

Kathy @ Kathy’s Dusty Trails Kathy is a vet and sometimes posts pictures of surgeries… gross but still very interesting! She and her husband are settling into their new cabin home in the mountains. She takes wonderful pictures and even takes you on some horseback adventures! I always come away from her site wishing I could live near her and hang out on her porch while I ask her about everything she does! Check it out!

Laura-Peach @ Silence is Broken Laura-Peach is currently sharing her life story on her blog and it is a humdinger! She is currently covering her twenties. After reading her posts I often spend some time looking at the pictures she posts and wonder about her. I am very interested to read the rest of her story to see how she got to where she is today. Some of what she’s been through just breaks my heart. Check it out!

Linda @ When You Think You’ve Seen it All Linda is a new blogger and I am looking forward to seeing what she does with her blog! Awhile back she told about a harrowing experience with her dogs. She is a nurse going through... uh, I can't think of how to spell it and am too lazy to go check... sigh... saying that made me feel like a loser so I went back a looked... anesth...ugh! I forgot already... okay it is anesthetist training. Check it out!

Ma Bunny @ Able’s Antics Ma Bunny is a wonderful lady with a big heart. I love the lapghan she made for me after winning her blog contest. She is trying to raise awareness of pediatric cancer by crocheting hats. I just attended the graduation of a beautiful young lady that had cancer when she was a baby and not expected to live. The doctors said it was a miracle! I had the honor of teaching her American Government and Geography along with 5 other girls, two of which were mine, over the course of two years. Check it out!

Megan @ Undomestic Diva Megan’s blog gets an R rating. She is the hysterically funny mom to 3 boys aged 5 (maybe 6 now) and under. They have a Saint Bernard named Morty and just typing that makes me laugh. Her sarcasm and wit are pretty clever. She is a Starbucks fiend and they really should pay her... or at least, give her free drinks for all the free advertising she gives them! She says some shocking stuff… stuff you might sometimes think but never say. I sometimes refer to her as, “Little Miss Crusty.” That came about after I saw a picture of her. She is very young and very beautiful. She got a kick out of the fact that I thought she looked wholesome. Her sense of humor is anything but! Remember the R rating and don’t say I didn’t warn you!

Ranger @ Ranger Ranger has a neat blog that I'm going to spend some more time perusing. I like her conversational style of writing... you feel like she is talking to you! Poor thing lives somewhere super hot already! It looks to me a bit like Florida. Anyway, she's got some neat ideas for leftovers and the cleanest stove I have ever seen! I like how she trained her dogs too! Check it out!

Rick @ Organized Doodles Rick is not only a talented cartoonist… he is just a really neat guy!!! I used a caricature he did for me as my blog header on my first blog, “Laughing Always Helps.” I decided I wanted to keep it as a souvenir from the first blog. I have commissioned him to do another for me. I should be getting it sometime this summer. He’s become quite busy and has a back log. Check it out!

Roland Hulme @ Militant Ginger Gosh, I was really touched that he posted about my contest. I’ve only posted a comment on his blog a couple of times. His blog is mainly commentary on political issues and current events. He is very smart and while I don’t always agree with what he has to say, I am interested in his point of view. I always come away from his blog thinking… and sometimes in search of the dictionary! He and his wife just had their first baby. Check it out!

Tj @ Humble Origins Tj is a very caring person that leaves encouraging words wherever she comments. She’s got a great sense of humor and I love her self portrait she has on her blog. She is very creative and makes some darling things! Check it out!

Trisha @ In My Dreams I Can Talk Trisha is my fellow SD’er. It is because of her efforts to educate others about SD that I was directed to her podcasts and then to Arwyn @ The Whispered Sound of Silence… who posted a video of herself talking… that I came up with the idea for this whole contest. Trisha was a teacher. Many people with SD have difficulty keeping their jobs because most jobs require talking. The inability to be heard if there is any kind of background noise affects all areas of your life and leads to a certain level of isolation… no matter how much you try or how outgoing you are. She hasn’t been getting many comments on her blog and is frustrated. Please go check her out and leave her a comment. It will make her day! And she has done so much to try to get the word out… 21 podcasts so far! Wow!

Two Dogs @ Mean ol' Meany What a nice guy! I was so touched that he would post about my contest on his blog! His blog is mainly centered around his views of our current political situation. I like to read about other people’s political views that aren’t on TV or broadcasting through the radio… you know, just regular people. WARNING! He gets an R rating and can be pretty crude... well, really crude actually. You might need to scrub your mind with borax. Think Michael Savage. Check it out (if you dare)!

Bunny B Her site is unlike any I've seen before. It doesn't have a title but the url says bunnymoney. It seems to be a site that lists contests... so if you like contests head on over because she seems to know where they all are! Check it out!

Claudia @ stitchintime Claudia is in the midst of some trials! Being a mom is really hard sometimes... I know. It is oddly comforting to read about another mom in the trenches. I know I am not alone. I'm sure she could use some encouragement so drop by and help lift her head. She is also a stitcher... which I think that means she does cross stitch. She also recently entered the Wii World and is a self-professed addict. Check it out!

Deborah @ Songs from my Journey Deborah is a lovely lady from Canada. I’d been to her garden blog before. Her pictures are just beautiful. She posted about the contest on this other blog that I hadn’t been to. The music is soothing and you leave there feeling peaceful. I am looking forward to reading more of what she’s has to say. I recently realized that she writes music. Check it out!

Mary @ Keep the Light Shining Mary is a delightful Great Grandma! Yup, you read that right. She is really cute too! She has a little story about "Paw Paw" up and her great grandson. I got choked up reading it. She's recently been camping and is very active! What an inspiration. I will definitely be reading through her archives as I sense she has a lot of good stuff in there. Her latest entries are very inspiring... be sure to have a hanky handy. Check it out!

Snbjork @ Suzie Q and Her Family, Too Snbjork, or Suzanne, is a beautiful, young Mormon Mama with some adorable little ones! She has an incredible recipe site here, too! There are some great recipes in there and she even includes the nutrition information with many of them. Check it out!

The Cotton Wife Last but not least and the winner of the $20 Starbucks card. She just had baby number three on July 3rd. She posts beautiful pictures of their farm… there is a certain feel to them that I really like. They grow “peanuts, soybeans, corn, cotton and chilluns.” I am looking forward to learning more. Check it out!

A BIG THANK YOU again to all y'all!!!

This morning Flea directed me to her blog where I was listed among those she was giving the above award. What a sweetie! And she said I was real, and honest and earthy... which tickled me. I told her I was going to blow dry my hair and put on some lipstick so I could go to Home Depot. And I did. Thank you very much Flea! I would like to pass this award on to:

Chris @ Diet Coke Rocks. She lives in New Zealand and I love the way she words things. I often have to ask what she means. She's a bit of a spicy thing (PG-13 to R) and boy does she ever like to shop!

April @ April's Reign. She's a working Christian mama with a sense of humor on the edge. She says it like she see's it and boy does she make me laugh.

Becky @ Yes, I am Fearfully and Wonderfully, the Maid. She's the real life bud of April and I bet they have some great fun together! She's got like a zillion kids and is pregnant. Her descriptions of their life are a hoot.

Cathy @ Noble Pig. She is a hoot! She is also quite the wine connoisseur. She was so kind as to give me some excellent advice on what to buy for a special night Mr. Macchiato and I had last week! She also posts some fabulous recipes and beautiful pictures.

Dawn @ Because I Said So. She's a big blogger in the Mommy Blogger world. She even just wrote a book and gets interviewed by radio stations as well as TV stations. She got her start in the blog world last year after she had a tremendous response to a story she posted on ebay trying to sell the pokemon (or some kind of cards like that) cards that her kids snuck into her cart at the grocery store. She's got six kids from early teen down to toddler and has an engaging way of pulling you in and making you laugh as she gives you the real large family picture!

I Can't Believe it is Monday Again Already!

UGH! Too much to do and too little time! I had intended to post the story of someone suffering from SD or dystonia once a week when we got back from vacation. I also have been wanting to update my sidebar... I'm having some trouble returning e-mails and I don't know why. They keep getting kicked back... but not all. It is strange and neither Mr. Macchiato or I have the time right now to figure that out (meaning neither of us wants to hang out on the phone while we wait for earthlink). Anyway, if you sent me an e-mail and haven't heard back, that is most likely the reason.

Football. Oy. Weight lifting and conditioning started back up this morning after a two week break. Regular practice starts next week... however, last week they started throwing out surprise practices. And guess what? He's got practices in the evenings this week. High School sports are TOO COMPETITIVE in my opinion. I mean, come on people! Weight lifting and conditioning for football started the Monday after school got out! BUT, Double Shot plays other sports. Baseball had ended BUT they put the high school team on a summer league. He missed the football practices until summer ball ended but still went to weights and conditioning in the mornings. Two a days start next week. These are KIDS not professionals. The head coach is out of town right now... so this is the doing of the defensive line coach... okay, I am hyperventilating.

I just needed a little rant. I've got places to go, people to see, things to do... you know?!?! Not really. But, I've got A LOT to do! Like, you know, tend to my blog. And read blogs. Well, and paint, and move furniture, and do laundry, and make meals, and do dishes, and go shopping, and... and stuff. I started the next installment on my Uneducated Housewife's Guide to Politics for the Uninterested last night... and I am hoping to get it done for tomorrow. Sooooo... if you don't see me on your blog over the next couple of days... it is because I'm busy. Normally, I'd blow some of this stuff off. Because, well, I can. But... Mom-in-law is coming on Saturday. She hasn't been here since before we remodeled last summer and well... we haven't finished. We can't before Saturday but I'd like to give it my best effort and get as far as I can. I just wanted you to know. Because I am nice like that.


We were given this special little flyer at the gate into Yellowstone. We had heard about bears in Yellowstone but not Buffalo. We laughed at the flyer.

Years ago there was a big fire in Yellowstone. It was good to see all of the new growth. It will be a long time though before parts of the park are what they once were.

I loved the river. It was really pretty. Especially early in the morning.

I love the way sunlight hits water, making it sparkle.

Boy, oh boy, looky what we saw in the road! We didn't get a picture of the heard that was amongst the trees to the left. After getting that bright gold flyer with the warning about people getting gored... Mr. Macchiato didn't even want to use the zoom on the camera. We drove past this bad boy slowly, with the window up and he gave us the stink eye... big time. The stink eye with gooey snot hanging from his big buffalo schnoz. Several people ahead of us pulled their vehicles to the side and got out with their cameras. Not us. We can read.

There are geyser fields all over the park. They don't exactly have the most pleasant of aromas. Just so you know.

More little geysers. Exciting. I know.

Breathe it in kids. Breathe it in.

And here is Old Faithful. I took a video of it spewing but none of the 137.9 times I tried to upload it to blogger worked. So you get a picture. This is toward the end. There is seating for hundreds all around this spot... maybe thousands. We sat there in the hot mid-morning sun and waited 45 minutes to see this bad boy. The most interesting thing by far was the group of Amish people that came and sat behind us. I'm not rude so I didn't take pictures. But, I wanted to. All of the women and girls were wearing the same pattern of dress. I was most interested by their shoes. Many of them were wearing flip flops. I found that a tad odd. Do you know what all of them had hanging off of their arms? Digital cameras. Okay. So maybe I did stare a little. Or maybe even a lot. But, I did not take any pictures of them.
The year my family lived in Pennsylvania after I graduated from High School we visited Amish country. It was very interesting and we went on several very informative tours. I know that the Amish do not have electricity in their homes and they do not drive. They do ride buses and many of them do have electricity in their barns. Apparently, many of them now have computers out in their barns as well. I marveled at the flip flops many of the women were wearing. It made me wonder if under their unworldly dresses they were wearing home woven undergarments... or if they order stuff online out in their barns from Victoria's Secret. And... I wish I took pictures. Sometimes it is a drag not being rude.

Friday, July 11, 2008

Tagged! 3 Random Facts About Me From Loved Ones

I was tagged by Trisha to ask a loved one to reveal 3 random things about me. Chai Tea is over for a visit so I am asking her.

Me: I got tagged on my blog to ask a loved one 3 random things about me.

Chai: Huh?

Me: You know a tag. It's a game type thing. Just tell me 3 random things about me.

Chai: You always stick your tongue out.

Me: What? No, I don't.

Chai: Yes, you do! You always go around with your tongue like this. She stuck her tongue over her top lip.

Me: That's nice.

Mr. Macchiato pulls up. It is hot. It is Double Shot's birthday and he has to go pick up hot wings. Double Shot always wants hot wings on his birthday. He seems a tad grumpy. He talks to Chai Tea a bit. He then notices I did not mail some cards that Frappy left for me. Yup, he's grumpy.

Mr. Macchiato: Are you gonna get off of there so I can look up Wing Stop and see what specials they've got?

Me: I'll be done in a minute.

Mr. Macchiato: Deep sigh and he rolls his eyes. Chai Tea shows him a picture of me sleeping on the couch that she took with her cell phone. I told him things got busy and I didn't get the cards mailed. So, was that part of your busy day?

Me: Well... we rented a video and I got sleepy...

Mr. Macchiato: Gives me the look. He looks like a prune.

Me: Hey, I got tagged and I have to ask a loved one to list three random facts about me. Chai Tea said I stick my tongue out all the time. What have you got?

Mr. Macchiato: You spend too much time on the computer. Yup, you had to know that one was coming. Still looks like a prune.

Me: Hey Double Shot! I look over at old prune face... Will you call Double Shot to come up here... please?

Mr. Macchiato: Aren't you about done? I didn't come home early from to work to sit here and watch you on that computer. I could take a picture of that and put it up at work and look at it all day. He said that before I could finish typing what I was about to say, so I say it now.

Double Shot: What?

Me: I got tagged on my blog and have to ask a loved one 3 random facts about me. Dad and Chai Tea already gave me two.

Double Shot: You XXXX when your stomach hurts. Laughs at himself.

Me: No, I'm not putting that on my blog. More laughing from him.

Double Shot: You always spill stuff on your shirt. More laughing.

Me: No, they already know that.

Double Shot: You dance around all crazy sticking your butt out and then stop before Dad sees you.

Chai Tea: Yeah! He never believed us!

Mr. Macchiato: I know she does that. Kids laughing.

So, there ya have it. Three random facts and then some. I'm not going to tag anyone but if you want to do it... go for it! Just let me know in the comments so I can go check it out. Oh, and "Phbbbt." You are supposed to do that when you tag someone in their comments but I am doing it here and I don't know if I spelled it right.

Thursday, July 10, 2008

HaPpY BiRtHdAy Double Shot!!!

Sixteen years ago today Double Shot made his grand entrance! And boy, was it ever a crazy ride! I went into labor when he was only 23 weeks along. The next 13 weeks were spent on bedrest with many trips to the doctor and the hospital. We had to put the girls in daycare and Mr. Macchiato had the burden of working, getting the girls to and from daycare, taking care of all the household duties such as grocery shopping, cleaning and meals. I would try to do things here and there to help him while they were all gone but it usually ended with another trip to the hospital. I often joke that I was in labor for three months because I had to log all of my contractions during that time. Once we reached the 36 week mark I was taken off all medication and assumed we would have him later that day. Nope. Nothing. Not a contraction.

The doctor said I was free to do whatever I liked and some friends came to visit from the east coast. We went to the zoo. Nothing. Not one contraction. We went to the beach. I even went boogie boarding and had a great time until one awesome waved hurled me at lightening speed toward the beach... and I got beached. Like a great white whale. I got out of the water then. Still... nothing. Even though we had used sunscreen, both my husband and myself got severely sunburned. The girls? No. I noticed I was swelling and I checked my blood pressure at a pharmacy... it was a little high. We left the girls with our friends and went up to the hospital. I had had toxemia with my first child and was concerned so we thought I should get checked. My blood pressure was a little elevated but after taking a look at our sunburns the staff decided that was the problem. I was 25 years old but both my husband and I looked younger (him much more so) and the fact that we already had two other children... caused the staff to be less than kind to us. It was quite upsetting. We went home.

Mr. Macchiato stayed home from work to recover from his sunburn and our friends left. I continued to swell at an alarming rate. I called the doctor. The nurse had already heard about our trip to the hospital the night before and her irritation was evident. It upset me so I asked to have the doctor call me. He called. He sighed. He told me I had an appt. the next day. I got off the phone and cried. And I swelled some more.

The next day Mr. Macchiato went to work and then came home early to take me to the doctor. We had decided to keep the girls in daycare until after the baby was born. I could not fit in my shoes. I could not fit in my clothes. I had to wear an enormous night shirt with Snoopy on the front and stretch pants. Mr. Macchiato was mortified. When I got on the scale and saw how much I weighed I started crying. I had gained 19 lbs. since my last visit... 7 days before. The nurse checked my urine and then my blood pressure. She got very serious and checked it several more times. She told me to lay down on my side and to be calm. She even turned off the light. She came back five minutes later and checked my blood pressure again. She left. The doctor came back and checked my blood pressure. He then informed us we had a problem and that I needed to go to the hospital. I asked him if he was going to deliver my baby and he told me that his wife was playing in the orchestra at a function he had to go to and that he was not going to be on call... but, that when the event was over he would come to the hospital to check on me.

After three months of counting contractions... I had to be induced. My doctor did come in that night around 11 pm. He ended up staying through the night. Our son was born at 9:38 am. The chord was wrapped around his neck several times and there was an actual knot in it. My doctor had heard of that happening but had never seen it. It ended up in a pan in the doctor's lounge so others could see it. Double Shot was 23" long and weighed 8 lbs. 11 oz. A couple of hours after his birth, a nurse wheeled a big scale into my room. I had gained another 5 lbs. Leave it to me to give birth to a big ole baby and gain weight while doing it! They were able to get it under control and we went home a couple days later. I also lost 40 lbs. in a matter of days.

Double Shot was... a crabby baby. I think he screamed for three months straight. He'd only tolerate his father for short bits on his lap in the evenings when he came home from work. He seemed to really like only me. It was pretty rough and he had significant health issues. At four months he got his first cold... it led to pnuemonia and then pnuemonia again at six months. He was tested for cystic fibrosis at six months and the 24 hour wait for the results were among the longest hours of my life. It was negative. However, the amount of gunk his lungs produced caused us to have to regularly beat his chest, back and sides to loosen it after giving him breathing treatments. He was not given the official asthma diagnosis until he was 5. Many, many times in his life we have had to set our alarm for the middle of the night to check him and give him breathing treatments. We were blessed with some incredible doctors along the way... one of whom gave us his home phone number and would meet us at his office during off hours.

When Double Shot was 12 we were sent by our specialist in town up to National Jewish Research Hospital in Denver. There were some concerns in regard to some test results. We spent close to a month up there (we went home on the weekends). They took him off of all of his meds and then proceeded to run every test imaginable. It was scary. His lung function went down to 70%. Amazingly, his physical endurance tests put him up in the 90-100% of boys his age... It shocked everyone. Imagine what he could do if he didn't have asthma!!! The specialists there changed up his meds and except for two instances within the first couple of months... he has had no ER visits. We've also gotten through the bad times of year with him without extra meds.

Double Shot is an athlete. He loves sports. Football being number one and all other sports being what you play when you can't play football. In spite of being one of the two smallest kids on the team he has always been a starter. He is now 5'8", 135 lbs. and wears a size 12 shoe. The doctor seems to think he will be over 6 ft. and that he'll be one of those that doesn't stop growing until his early twenties. Who knows? We'll just have to wait and see.

He has been a rough kid to parent. Every. Step. Of. The. Way. He is intense and exhausting. But, he is so worth it. Every minute.

Happy Birthday Double Shot!!!

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Just in Case you are Wondering...

Mr. Macchiato and I made the decision awhile back not to have any identifiable pictures of him or our children on this blog. Just as a pre-caution and because our kids have had blogs and do the facebook thing and I couldn't very well impose restrictions on them that I wasn't on myself... such as never posting a picture of someone without their permission. Because it is my blog we figured it would be okay to post a picture of myself. As a pre-caution I did not include that picture in my profile so that it was visible when I commented on other blogs. Anyone who read the previous blog knows that I did post identifiable pictures of all of us. Initially, with this blog, I did include a picture of myself in the profile and that is how some of y'all found your way to this blog when you recognized me. I like to visualize the person who writes the blog I'm reading as I read it and figured others probably feel the same. I love, love, LOVE to look at other people's pictures on their blogs! There are so many times when I really want to post pictures but...

Yesterday I decided to remove the pictures of myself. The reason is simply because of what all I've shared on here and the fact that I do not share my blog with many people that live in my area. I started to get concerned that people I don't know very well would stumble upon the blog and recognize me by the picture. I see blog relationships and real life relationships a bit differently and the thought of people knowing so much about me while I know nothing about them a bit frightening. In real life there is the process of getting to know the other person and taking time to share things as there is a trust built between you. Do you know what I mean?

The problems created by the SD have made it incredibly difficult for me to form relationships... and to even maintain them. No longer can I go hang out with a friend at a coffee shop or go out to eat or even hang out with a group of people. I simply cannot be heard. That would be okay if I could just still be a part of things and listen... but the truth is, in a group situation when you cannot participate in the talking those around you try at first to make sure you are included but eventually it is like you aren't even there. People even stop looking in your direction. Getting to know anyone new at church is impossible. It is just too loud and whispering in someones ear is just too intimate to start off that way. Talking on the phone is a nightmare. When I don't blog or e-mail the silence is deafening. The fact is I am social. I need interaction between myself and other people. Blogging satisfies that need.

Anyway, so that is where I am at with that and why I took the pictures down. I feel more comfortable... if someone who knows me stumbles upon this blog they would be able to figure out it is me. If someone who is an acquaintance stumbles upon this blog it would take awhile to figure out and then only if they read all of it. By not having my picture there... there can't be instant recognition.

I will be getting a new blog header and profile picture from the fabulous Rick Green. I've been on the list for quite some time now and I know my turn is nearing!

Chai Tea

Last November I started a blog called, Laughing Always Helps. Well, actually, I started the blog in April but had only posted once and the post was about our new puppy, Benny. I had some pretty strong convictions against blogging so I've been conflicted inwardly about my being a blogger. However, by November of last year I was pretty lonely. I had homeschooled the previous 9 years and was home alone while all of the kids were in school. When we moved to Colorado almost 6 years ago, we had been a part of a very small church and chose a very large church thinking that it would be better for the kids but... it was hard for us to connect with others. However, I found a great homeschool support group that I jumped into with both feet. It was through the support group that I made my friends and my kids made theirs. Between the problems with my voice and stepping out of the homeschool world I became isolated pretty quickly. A hard thing when you are more social in nature.

I changed the look of that blog and deleted the first post. I think only two people looked at it between April and November and they were my friends. My first post was about a pair of low rise black pants that I bought because they looked good on and happened to be long enough. An unusual find off the rack when you are nearly 6 ft. tall. The low rise part gave me a lot of trouble though and I chronicled my day wearing them while helping out in the office of the girls' school. Believe it or not, I got 16 comments on that post and it sent me headlong into blogging. My goal with that blog was to make people laugh. I had a lot of fun with it and my numbers of returning visitors were triple what they are now.

A little over two months later, our oldest daughter Chai Tea, ran away. Some would argue that an 18 year old about to turn 19 cannot be considered a run away but that is what she did. Mr. Macchiato had gone round and round with her earlier in the day trying to get to the bottom of something that had come up the day before. Her boyfriend was a sophomore at the Air Force Academy and had decided to drop out and go back home to Mississippi. She hadn't seemed terribly upset, which we thought was a little odd, and then we got wind that maybe she was planning on leaving with him. Mr. Macchiato took the keys to her car and her gas card because he felt she was not being truthful. She was scheduled to help at church that night and she needed to meet with one of the pastors to show him a lovely presentation on the special needs class she had put together. Mr. Macchiato dropped her off and told her to call him when she needed to be picked up. She told him she loved him and went into the church. An hour and a half later... He and our son saw her going across a very busy road miles from the church. They quickly turned around and called out to her... she ran. They lost her when turning back around and in a moment... our lives were flipped completely upside down.

I wrote about it on my blog. The support from other bloggers was incredible. I did not share details about her... just about my struggle with it. However, I did share that she had been accepted into a run away program. Within hours of posting just that bit of information, someone who had been in the same homeschool support group... someone who had been a friend and had been on the same leadership team as I... who we had to ask to step down from leadership and then, due to her response, kick out of the group all together... tracked Chai Tea down and made contact. She had been kicked out of the group 2 1/2 years prior. This woman even gave Chai Tea a cell phone and has been paying the bill for it since. I had no idea she knew about my blog or had been reading it. One sentence... one sentence... I deleted the blog.

This woman's insertion into our family drama was more than I could take. We started seeing a counselor. Never in my life had I ever wanted to hurt someone else. Chai Tea had a blog and posted a poem she wrote directed toward me. The jist of it was that I had raised her to be a child. I responded in her comments by explaining that we weren't done. She had this expectation that because she was over 18 that she should have been ready to be on her own and that she had the right to do what she wanted. Chai Tea has always been fiercely independent... but has not wanted to take the necessary steps to independence, if that makes any sense. This woman commented after my comment... basically telling my daughter how talented and wonderful she is. I clicked on her and it took me to a new blog of hers. I was so angry. I left a comment that cut through it all and went straight to the heart. It was cold and basically told her that she was nothing. I was afraid and consumed by her presence in the situation. After I left that comment I felt like I was taking control of the situation and essentially telling her to bring it on. The comment was deleted within hours.

Mr. Macchiato was not happy about my leaving that comment. This woman's threats 2 1/2 years before were heinous and he was afraid that I had just poked her with a big stick... and our daughter was spending time with her and her family. We talked about it in counseling. Honestly... I don't know that I could have controlled myself had I run into this woman. However, after several weeks went by I grew increasingly ashamed of myself. The comment I left her was totally understandable given the history and the situation... but... Mr. Macchiato said to me one night that she is still one of God's children. I was so angry when he said that to me. I felt so powerless in the situation. The absolute unfairness of it!!! But, there it sat, in the back of my mind... speaking its truth into my heart. I struggled each day in my mind to justify the words I had written. I went back to that blog but was unable to leave a comment. I went to another blog of hers and tried to e-mail her through it but it wouldn't go through. I left a comment on that blog apologizing for what I had said. She readily accepted my apology and I am truly grateful. It was in that moment that I was set free from her.

Through counseling we have been able to put the pain and anger to the side and focus on what we need to do to maintain a relationship with our daughter. We are not happy with many of the decisions she has made. We worry about her. But, this isn't about us and having our parenting vindicated. We cannot afford to have anger get in the way. Our goal is to accept her as she is and where she is at. Is it hard? Yeah. We are her parents but it is no longer our job to parent her. She has to do that herself now. We do not correct her. We do not tell her what she should or should not do. We rarely call her or e-mail her but she knows we are here if she wants to talk to us. We are proud of her for not dropping out of school and graduating. She is working now and has just moved into an apartment. She is still in the program for run aways and doing what she needs to do (and what she wouldn't do for us) to work her way toward true independence.

Chai Tea has gone with us to our counselor several times. During one of our sessions we talked about the fact that her cell phone was being paid for by this other woman. Chai Tea was defensive and said that it was a birthday gift. Our counselor explained to her that nothing is ever free and especially not in that kind of circumstance. I am glad to say that she has now bought her own cell phone and calling plan. She still sees the other woman and her family but that is her decision. We spend time with her regularly. She's been texting me a lot and yesterday called me... just to talk. It is our hope that if the bottom falls out in her life that she will turn to us... that we will be her safety net. In the meantime, we are working on building a new relationship and learning to let go and let her stand on her own.

We are not seeing our counselor currently. He had been having some pain and went in to see the doctor. He was admitted for a week, during which time it was discovered that he had a tumor that was affecting both his kidney and liver function. We saw him a few days before he was to have surgery and he told us that the tumor was encapsulated so even if it is cancer, his prognosis should still be good but that he would be out longer. We don't know the details beyond that since his service won't say. However, he has been in the hospital for over four weeks now so we fear the worst. Any prayers said on his behalf will be appreciated.

**NOTE: Believe it or not, I am careful about what I share blogging. I share a lot of my thoughts and history but I don't think I'm all that unique in terms of humanity and for me, it is more about reaching out to other people who may think they are alone in their struggles and maybe aleviating some of their pain by realizing other people go through the same stuff... and maybe opening someone elses eyes to a struggle they don't understand. Hopefully, by sharing the above y'all will see the importance of not detailing certain things in your blogs as a precaution. Don't give specifics about what you are going to do and when... wait until afterwards to share that stuff. Even with my caution... one sentence caused our family a lot trouble.

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

The Uneducated Housewife's Guide to Politics for the Uninterested, The Introduction

I've been kicking this idea around for awhile now. Well, for a couple of hours. This is an election year and well... I would like to do my part. First of all, I would like to lay out my stellar qualifications for y'all. Just so you know.

I graduated 242 out of a class of around 500 in 1984. That's high school I am talking about. And, if I weren't lazy I would find out the exact numbers. But I am, so I won't. One of my father's favorite things to ask me when I was in high school was, "Are you going to be satisfied with mediocrity?" Apparently so. We moved the day after I graduated from California to Pennsylvania. I did not go to college straight out of high school. I wanted to be a paramedic so I went to an Emergency Medical Technician (EMT) class at a Vo-Tech after a stint working in the gift shop of a honeymoon resort in the Poconos. I passed the state test and was issued my official patches. They never made it onto a shirt because my father retired from the Army and we left Pennsylvania after one year.

My father went to college at night while I was in high school and graduated Suma cum Laude (and I totally do not know if that is spelled right or what it means exactly... other than he's smart) with a degree in Finance. He felt that with his success and experience in the Army and his shiny degree that he would get a great job in no time. We spent most of the summer gallivanting around and ended up back in San Diego at my grandparents before school started. Things started getting stressful on the job front. My brothers had been enrolled in school but by the time November rolled around they decided to pack it up and go back north to Seattle. I'd been staying at my aunt and uncle's a few miles away and decided to stay in California until my parents got settled.

I actually went back and forth between there and my grandparents for several months. I looked into work as an EMT and learned that the EMT certification I had worked for was only good in the state of Pennsylvania. I got a job at Burger King. In January my parents bought a house even though my Dad still did not have a job. I flew up the day after they closed on the house and day before our things arrived from storage. We had all been basically living out of suitcases for seven months.

I saw an add for EMT's in the paper and decided to go check it out. The job was for an ambulance company and even though I did not have a Washington certification I thought that maybe they would work with me until I did. I learned that the state requirements at that time were that you had to have three years street experience as an EMT before you could be sponsored to enter a paramedic program at one of three schools in the entire state. I could not get a job as an EMT because I was only 19 and company insurance required EMT's be at least 21. I could have worked as a volunteer but you needed to have your own car, which I did not. So... I got a job at a pizza joint.

I met my husband soon after I moved to Washington. He was dating someone else, but that is a story for another day. Anyway, we became friends and then started dating in July of 1986. Twenty two years ago.

In the fall he went back to his state college two hours away and I enrolled in the local Community College. We got engaged on Christmas Eve in 1987, nearly a year and a half after we started dating. I dropped out of the Community College in the spring of 1988 and spent two months in an eating disorder unit of a hospital which you can read about here. When I got out, I went to work for his Dad as his secretary. In June of 1988 my frat boy president husband graduated from college with a degree in Finance. Don't worry, it wasn't that kind of Fraternity and there was no Frat house. Their parties did include a lot of drinking but they all stood around talking about politics at most of them. The one party that was fun was the last one I was allowed to attend because one of the frat boys tried to pick me up.

In July of 1988 we found out I was pregnant and a week later my parents split. We went through some pretty tough stuff and after three different wedding dates, got married in November. I was six months pregnant and in 3 1/2 years we had three children. Needless to say, we figured out what was making that happen and bought a TV. Sorry. I just had to throw that in there. That was the big joke back then. You know... like, we got asked all the time if we didn't have a TV...ha ha... you got it, right?

We are Christians and have been regular attenders since I was pregnant with our first child. We homeschooled our kids for nine years. My Dad likes to joke that that is how I finally got educated. As you can see from my style of writing I fly a little loose in the grammar department.

So you know up front I find politics to be painfully boring. There are many things in my life that fall into the painfully boring category but are necessary evils of life... such as laundry, cleaning toilets, picking up dog poop, dusting, vacuuming, and when your children are small... changing diapers, cleaning up puke, and continually picking up after them.

I've tried to keep this blog anonymous. I have stated my real first name on here on several occasions... and some of my closest friends and relatives are aware of this blog but it is not something I share with people in my everyday life. If you live in my town and you read this blog and you feel like sharing it with other people in our town... talk to me first. There might or might not be money involved. Okay, there won't be but I make great pumpkin bread and I'll give you some if you keep quiet. All that to say... I must confess a few things. Partly because I am honest and partly because my best buddy in this town reads this and is probably laughing her butt off at the thought of me giving any sort of political tutorial. You see, she's lived here all of her life except for a few years when her kids were tots. She is very politically savvy and one time... I just didn't want to do the research to figure out the local stuff... I may or may not have asked her who to vote for and Mr. Macchiato and I may or may not have taken her advice. And we may or may not have been happy with one of the people we voted for due to her advice. Although, recently, we may or may not have been thinking that maybe it was okay that we voted for him and we may or may not vote for him again. Also... we voted for Ross Perot. And I may or may not have just voted the party line once or twice.

That was cathartic and freeing!

What I want to attempt here is to just give a few little tutorials here and there when I feel like it. Non-partisan, of course. And, hopefully, not boring. And so you know, I'm not one of those wives that just repeats what her husband says... there are many areas we don't exactly see eye to eye on. Eventually, he comes around though. That was to see if Mr. Macchiato is reading. Because I am a girl... well, a woman... but really sometimes still a girl... this will be from that perspective.

So, be on the lookout for the next installment of The Uneducated Housewife's Guide to Politics for the Uninterested, written by the bored housewife who dropped out of Community College and has never made more than $11,000 in one year and that was in 1988. Yeah, I got that little Social Security Statement in the mail today.

Monday, July 7, 2008

Confessions of a Sidetracked Housewife

So... Today I wanted to get the house in order, laundry done and the bedroom I am going to paint taped. I did a little blogging and then got to it.

First, I took my thyroid medication. You are supposed to take it on an empty stomach with water. But I took it with a Diet Dr. Pepper. I thought I should check to see if not taking it with water and say... with Diet Dr. Pepper... if that would change its effectiveness. I went to look it up online but forgot to look it up. But I did look at some blogs.

I set the timer for 30 minutes because you have to wait 30 minutes to eat. And I was hungry and needed to make sure I did not wait 31 minutes. I ate. A sandwich. For breakfast. That was left over from the baseball tournament on Saturday. It wasn't that great.

I then decided the most prudent course of action would be to start the laundry. I had told Frappy the other day to clean the washer and she did... kind of. I looked down into the thingy that you pour the fabric softener into and it was gunky. I decided to clean it. To my horror, that part came loose and I pulled it out... only to discover a disgusting gunked up mess. I then spent a good bit of time trying to figure out how to clean it. It included a toothbrush... my toothbrush because I couldn't find the toothbrushes I usually use for such nasty jobs. Mr. Macchiato finds them and throws them away. I gagged a lot and thought I was going to lose my sandwich more than once. I then took a bunch of pictures that I thought I might put on the blog but they didn't pick up what I wanted them to. Then, I finally started a load of towels.

I had put Booper and Lu Lu in their crates after feeding and watering them and letting them run around. Booper and Lu Lu are not conducive to cleaning. Especially Booper. I walked by his crate and he looked at me sadly. I stopped to tell him I need to clean. He smiled at me and wagged his tail because he thought I was saying, "I love you." So, I let him out and rubbed his belly and scratched his ears and told him I loved him. Then I let Lu Lu out and rubbed her belly and scratched her ears and told her I love her and that I love her as much as Booper. But, that was a lie. Poor Lu Lu. It's okay. Mr. Macchiato loves her more than Benny. He says I love Benny more than him. But I don't. No, I really don't. Then I put them back in their crates.

I then noticed that it is chilly this morning. We even have had sprinkles off and on. I thought I should check the weather on the computer. So, I did. And I read a blog. Our high is only going to be 76 today but our house is usually a little cooler than the predicted temp. I wondered what happened to our outside thermometer so that I could verify that that is actually true. And... I decided it is cool enough for me to bake some cookies. And I shut the laptop and turned on the oven to preheat.

My kitchen was a mess so I emptied the dishwasher and loaded it. I noticed the silverware is not as clean as I like so I dumped it all into the sink and filled it with the hottest water from the tap and dish soap. I then filled the kettle with water and once it boiled...dumped it in the water. That way it could all get a good soak. Then I stared at the mess on my stove top. The other day Frappacino decided to roast marshmallows over the heated element on my glass top stove. No, I wasn't staring at hardened marshmallow that fell... I was staring at melted plastic from the loaf of bread that Double Shot then turned around and set on top of the stove after Frappy had made her little treat and the element was still hot. I considered my options. I thought maybe I should get online to look up how to clean such a thing. But I didn't. I got out a little plastic pampered chef thingy that you use to clean up pampered chef stone stuff. I looked it over and thought...hmmmmm maybe this will work. I then scraped this way and that way, slow and then fast and then from different directions. It worked. I stood there and thought to myself how smart I am.

I then opened the fridge and made sure everything was facing label out. Someone opened a new box of butter when there was one already opened. They were not the same brands so I couldn't put the one stick in with the other box. And that someone, whoever it was, made the box ugly. So, I took all the sticks of butter out of both boxes. I noted to myself that we must use the odd shaped stick of butter first because it does not look nice with the other sticks of butter.

The buzzer on the washer went off so I went and put those towels into the dryer and put in another load of towels. Then I stood and looked at my laundry and realized that I will have to wash three loads of just towels today. Just towels.

I went into my son's room to look around and visualize my new office. He was still asleep on the couch. Guess what? It is noon and he is still asleep on the couch. Why am I letting him sleep so late? Well, I'm doing stuff and I haven't showered yet and well... I don't want to put on a bra yet. But, when I am done here I am going to shower and he will have to get up.

Did I tell y'all I am making cookies? Yeah... good ones. White chocolate macadamia ones. I was going to start back on a diet today, because it is Monday, but... Double Shot's birthday is on Thursday. So, I guess I'll start back on Friday. But, it will be Friday so... maybe next Monday. We'll see how it goes.

I was clearing the dining room table. It was covered with all of my loose leaf teas. They'd been there since Friday when Chai Tea came over and we went through my tea to see which ones she wanted. I have a lot of tea. I like tea. I actually like tea more than coffee. Especially fancy loose leaf tea that costs a lot. But, I like coffee too and because Mr. Macchiato prefers coffee I usually drink that. But, since I am going to go back on a diet, I am going to switch back to tea. That is because I drink tea naked. Not naked... I may go without a bra if no one is around but never without clothes. I mean I don't put anything in my tea. I put lots of junk in my coffee. You can't do that on a diet. Anyway, I saw Frappy's gas card on my china cabinet and remembered that when Mr. Macchiato took her car for an oil change yesterday that he found it just sitting in her console. Naked. Where anyone could see it. And next to it was a key to the house. He wasn't happy. I then thought... hmmmmm... I should get online and look at her bank account (I'm on it so we can just transfer money from our account to hers while she is in college) to see if she's really keeping track of things and to see if she really hasn't used the credit card she got for emergencies... and to see if she's used any money from savings. I went to get my passwords but just stood looking at them. Just yesterday, Mr. Macchiato was saying that some things kids just need to learn themselves... like the need to balance their checkbooks and not running up credit card debt. She's been given a bit of rope... enough to hang herself short term but not long term. I put the passwords back.

I then smelled a lot of my teas.

Then I made some coffee. Because coffee goes better with fresh baked cookies.

Then I decided to brush my teeth. I brush my teeth a lot. Only, I used my toothbrush to clean the gunky washer. I thought I had another new one still in its package. But, I couldn't find it. I can't wait to go to the store to get another toothbrush... or keep looking for the new one... because I've got stuff to do. So I used Mr. Macchiato's toothbrush. But, don't tell him because that will gross him out. It grosses me out too... but not as much as not brushing my teeth.

Then I scrubbed all the silverware and put it in the dishwasher. So it will be sterilized. And I cleaned the silverware organizer because there were crumbs in it. But, I didn't turn the dishwasher on because I've been washing towels and I want to have some hot water for my shower. And then I was going to go get in the shower... but I am baking cookies... so I thought I'd get online. I've had talk radio on and thought maybe I should go look up some stuff I heard about... or write another blog post. A dumb blog post about how I am getting so much stuff done and in such a timely manner.

I am going to take a shower now. No, I really am. And then I am going to turn off the talk radio and put on some Daughtry. Love me some Daughtry. When I get out of the shower I am going to wake up my son and give him a list of chores. When he starts whining I will dangle the you can have a friend spend the night carrot. Well, that's not true. I will take a shower, get dressed with the inclusion of a bra and then spend 30 minutes blow drying my hair. Then I will wake him up. And... I will get out my handy dandy timer and play beat the timer with myself and really get some stuff done. I will. I'll come back later and tell you everything I got done.

So, since you are reading my blog... what are you being sidetracked from?

Hey, guess what? I just learned something! You spell conducive with a "c", not an "s." Who says blogging is a waste of time?

Mondays and Dirty Little Secrets

Remember when I posted this and this and this? Well... you may or may not have noticed that I never really followed it up. Why? Well... things got down to the wire and I just couldn't finish it the way I wanted to. I did make a lot of progress, but in the end... ended up shoving what I couldn't finish back into that room. And there is also the fact that as I was in the middle of it all, Mr. Macchiato and I talked about possibly changing some things around this summer.

Well, it is summer and we are going to change some things around. Chai Tea moved into her own one bedroom apartment and she came and got all of her stuff from her room while we were on vacation. Our son is in a room off of the family room that was originally used as an office by the couple that lived here before us (and the only previous owners of this 30 year old house). The door to that room is glass paned. We hung a curtain on the inside of it for privacy. By moving Double Shot up to Chai Tea's room we will be able to make his room into an office and let a lot more light into the family room by removing that curtain. We will also be able to move a lot of the stuff crammed into my dirty little secret into the office closet.

We have a little less than two weeks before Frappacino returns from Asia and my mother-in-law gets in from Ohio. On the same day. At different airports. Which means I need to get busy!

Yesterday we finally got our trailer back in storage. I tried to get everything put away in the house as we went along but ended up with some piles that I need to take care of today. We had a crazy weekend with the fourth, a baseball tournament down south of town that took up all of Saturday, and a trip to Denver to see Frappy off. Thankfully, we have absolutely no sports this week. Summer ball is over and weights and conditioning for football doesn't start back up until next Monday. The Monday after that football practice starts and will quickly move to two a days... and a camp at the beginning of August. STOP! I can't think about all that's coming up... I've got stuff to do... breathe.... breathe!!!

Okay. One day at a time. Today... I need to get the house in order, get laundry done, or at least, well on its way and go through all of our paint supplies to see what we need before I go to Lowes. I am hoping to get Chai Tea's now Double Shot's room taped and ready to go for bright and early tomorrow. I am really pushing to get the painting done and furniture moved by Friday. I want to tackle another dirty little secret this weekend that I'll need Mr. Macchiato's help with... the baseboard in the kitchen and in the downstairs laundry room and bathroom. And maybe... just maybe... I can talk him into building me some shelves in the laundry room. I hope. Pretty please with sugar on top... Mr. Macchiato. If you are reading this.