So, after working, then picking up my mom and going to the chiropractor, I got home about 4:45. I made dinner for the kids, which was done about 5:15. I scarfed some down because I had to leave and be back at the church at 5:45. Left the church at 7:10 and got home about 7:25.
At this point I've been home for less than an hour the entire day. I walk in, and my dad meets me at the door saying my mom wants to talk to me. She proceeds to practically grill me about the evening (it was our Monday night women's group thing, and she is doing Wednesday mornings and neither of us have ever been). During this time she is getting a little negative because she has not been feeling well and generally rooms full of estrogen and pink make us nervous. I am still in my coat and gloves.
I say hi to my dad, who is sketching a new invention dealing with presto logs, then walk upstairs. My kids were ready for bed and Geemaw had let them watch SpongeBob, and I don't even get a helllo, but at least my son waves at me.
Here's my favorite part. They come out of the TV room, and I don't get a hello or a hug or anything. Instead, I get from my daughter, "The toilet needs to be plunged. I put it in the bathroom."
Hi, mommy, please plunge my poop.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Snow in Texas
It's snowing today. Well, Texas snowing. Texas snow is much different than other snow.
It usually consists of it finally getting into the 30s during the day. Then we get rain. Lots and lots of rain, making everything all soggy and muddy and gross. After everything is all soggy and gross, the air somewhere up there drops to freezing, and the mass amounts of rain that's been coming down starts coming down slightly whiter. It slowly turns from plopping white rain (that's really what it is) to snowflakes.
Of course, the snowflakes are no longer snowflakes at the exact moment that they hit the ground, because usually it was 70 degrees the day before and the ground is not quite ready to allow the snow to stick as snow. Eventually, enough of it falls that the cars and dead grass have a thin layer of protection against the warmer ground and then they start to look white-ish.
The roads generally do not accumulate actual snow. Instead, the temperature drops to the 20s or so during the night and the roads are now ready to allow snow to stick. Only, it's not snowing anymore. Or raining. The roads are just very, very wet from the snow and rain and it all freezes. So now you have roads covered with a nice, thin sheet of ice.
Everything shuts down, because those of us in the south can't handle actual weather, and we all write on Facebook and Twitter about the "winter storm" that has hit us. We stay inside for a day, then the temperature goes back into the 70s and melts everything and life may continue as normal.
And that, my friends, is Texas snow.
It usually consists of it finally getting into the 30s during the day. Then we get rain. Lots and lots of rain, making everything all soggy and muddy and gross. After everything is all soggy and gross, the air somewhere up there drops to freezing, and the mass amounts of rain that's been coming down starts coming down slightly whiter. It slowly turns from plopping white rain (that's really what it is) to snowflakes.
Of course, the snowflakes are no longer snowflakes at the exact moment that they hit the ground, because usually it was 70 degrees the day before and the ground is not quite ready to allow the snow to stick as snow. Eventually, enough of it falls that the cars and dead grass have a thin layer of protection against the warmer ground and then they start to look white-ish.
The roads generally do not accumulate actual snow. Instead, the temperature drops to the 20s or so during the night and the roads are now ready to allow snow to stick. Only, it's not snowing anymore. Or raining. The roads are just very, very wet from the snow and rain and it all freezes. So now you have roads covered with a nice, thin sheet of ice.
Everything shuts down, because those of us in the south can't handle actual weather, and we all write on Facebook and Twitter about the "winter storm" that has hit us. We stay inside for a day, then the temperature goes back into the 70s and melts everything and life may continue as normal.
And that, my friends, is Texas snow.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Strange Habits 1
I titled this with a 1 because I may feel like writing about more strange habits later, and so I can call them 2 and 3 and so on, and they will technically be titled differently. Genius, yes?
I have a habit that absolutely bugs the heck out of my mom. Unless I guzzle a glass of water (or milk or any kind of beverage) in one fell swoop, I never drink it all. I ALWAYS, and without fail, leave a small amount in the bottom. Maybe a 1-3 little swallows. Always. I never, ever, ever go back and drink it. I will dump it out and get a new glass. And since we - the whole family - has the habit of taking a glass somewhere, and then forgetting it and just getting a new one when we want another drink, there will be a few glasses around the house with just a little bit of water left in the bottom.
I don't know why it bugs my mom so much. It's not hurting her or anything. She just can't get over that I do that. I felt somewhat vindicated when I found out my aunt does the same thing most of the time.
Why is this a habit? I'll tell you why. That last little bit of liquid in the bottom is probably mostly backwash. Think about it. An entire glass of short sips/drinks/swallows adds up to a lot of backwash.
Now you, too, will never drink the last little bit out of your glass. Once again, you are so welcome!
I have a habit that absolutely bugs the heck out of my mom. Unless I guzzle a glass of water (or milk or any kind of beverage) in one fell swoop, I never drink it all. I ALWAYS, and without fail, leave a small amount in the bottom. Maybe a 1-3 little swallows. Always. I never, ever, ever go back and drink it. I will dump it out and get a new glass. And since we - the whole family - has the habit of taking a glass somewhere, and then forgetting it and just getting a new one when we want another drink, there will be a few glasses around the house with just a little bit of water left in the bottom.
I don't know why it bugs my mom so much. It's not hurting her or anything. She just can't get over that I do that. I felt somewhat vindicated when I found out my aunt does the same thing most of the time.
Why is this a habit? I'll tell you why. That last little bit of liquid in the bottom is probably mostly backwash. Think about it. An entire glass of short sips/drinks/swallows adds up to a lot of backwash.
Now you, too, will never drink the last little bit out of your glass. Once again, you are so welcome!
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Over or Under?
I am trying to be good and blog every day.
AND today is Random Wednesday.
AND, since I can't think of anything else, I will discuss the most random of topics: Toilet Paper.
1) I prefer over. I hate going into bathrooms and rolling the paper around for a bit too long trying to find the end only to realize it's an under roll. Messes up the flow.
2) I HATE Charmin. That stuff is like wiping with extra fluffy dust. It poofs everywhere. How is that pleasant?
3) I also HATE Scott Tissue. One-ply? Really? Who the heck knowingly purchases one-ply? Yes, the rolls are mega-quadruple size, but you use about 3 times as much per tear to equal the much better two-ply. And it's like Charmin took all the fluffy from Scott and left the unpleasant sandpaper behind.
4) My children use way too much toilet paper. No joke - we go through at least 6-8 rolls A WEEK. It's insane. If you do not have children, and plan on it, remember to budget 14 times as much in your Walmart run each week for toilet paper.
And, those are my random thoughts for today. Thank you for listening, and have a great night.
AND today is Random Wednesday.
AND, since I can't think of anything else, I will discuss the most random of topics: Toilet Paper.
1) I prefer over. I hate going into bathrooms and rolling the paper around for a bit too long trying to find the end only to realize it's an under roll. Messes up the flow.
2) I HATE Charmin. That stuff is like wiping with extra fluffy dust. It poofs everywhere. How is that pleasant?
3) I also HATE Scott Tissue. One-ply? Really? Who the heck knowingly purchases one-ply? Yes, the rolls are mega-quadruple size, but you use about 3 times as much per tear to equal the much better two-ply. And it's like Charmin took all the fluffy from Scott and left the unpleasant sandpaper behind.
4) My children use way too much toilet paper. No joke - we go through at least 6-8 rolls A WEEK. It's insane. If you do not have children, and plan on it, remember to budget 14 times as much in your Walmart run each week for toilet paper.
And, those are my random thoughts for today. Thank you for listening, and have a great night.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Little Big
My little sister turned 20 today.
20.
She was born in Las Vegas at some un-natural time like 4 am. I was 12 1/2. Yes, quite the difference. (Look, I gave my age away. Again. Bad habit.)
And we are quite different.
Anyway, it's weird that she's 20. She didn't really want to do anything. She's kind of a home-body. But it was nice to actually all eat dinner together. We laughed, she snorted, we all laughed more. Then we took turns playing with the pink Etch-a-sketch my mom thought would be hilarious to get her. (I bought her a PSP for Christmas - she's covered for a while.)
All in all, nice and quiet and just what my 20 year old sister wanted.
Happy Birthday, Little Big Sister!
20.
She was born in Las Vegas at some un-natural time like 4 am. I was 12 1/2. Yes, quite the difference. (Look, I gave my age away. Again. Bad habit.)
And we are quite different.
Anyway, it's weird that she's 20. She didn't really want to do anything. She's kind of a home-body. But it was nice to actually all eat dinner together. We laughed, she snorted, we all laughed more. Then we took turns playing with the pink Etch-a-sketch my mom thought would be hilarious to get her. (I bought her a PSP for Christmas - she's covered for a while.)
All in all, nice and quiet and just what my 20 year old sister wanted.
Happy Birthday, Little Big Sister!
Monday, January 3, 2011
Decisions
Today I had to make some decisions, and not the fun kind, like which dress to wear or restaurant to go to. And considering I can never decide where to eat, hard decisions are torturous.
As I wrote about earlier (here if you missed it), I'm losing my GI Bill, which is just over half of my income, which is not good. I hoped to have it extended, but no go. So, I had to decide what to do.
Full-time school just wasn't going to work anymore, because I need to work more now. I have to drop two of my classes. It's only two of the four because the other two I can do online. Time is freed up, so now to look for extra income. I may have to go back to working two jobs.
Honestly, that makes me cry. I've worked two jobs before, and it sucks all of my energy and time, meaning less - if any - time with my kids. They may drive me crazy, but I need to spend time with them. I need their hugs and madness to keep me going.
The new year usually brings stuff like this, and now you know why I don't place much hope in the changing of a number. The new normal I wanted? I wanted a BETTER normal.
I am feeling quite manic indeed today.
As I wrote about earlier (here if you missed it), I'm losing my GI Bill, which is just over half of my income, which is not good. I hoped to have it extended, but no go. So, I had to decide what to do.
Full-time school just wasn't going to work anymore, because I need to work more now. I have to drop two of my classes. It's only two of the four because the other two I can do online. Time is freed up, so now to look for extra income. I may have to go back to working two jobs.
Honestly, that makes me cry. I've worked two jobs before, and it sucks all of my energy and time, meaning less - if any - time with my kids. They may drive me crazy, but I need to spend time with them. I need their hugs and madness to keep me going.
The new year usually brings stuff like this, and now you know why I don't place much hope in the changing of a number. The new normal I wanted? I wanted a BETTER normal.
I am feeling quite manic indeed today.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Goodbye Holidays, Hello "Normal"
Well, that's done.
Christmas decorations put up. New Year's party carnage cleaned up. We even rearranged some furniture.
I only want one thing for the New Year. It's not a resolution or even a goal, just more of a fingers-crossed, hopeful, praying-for-it want.
I want a new normal.
The old normal is, you know, OLD. I've never really liked what normal has been for a while. I've done everything I can to make a new one.
So, lots-of-prayer, fingers-crossed normal, please show yourself!
Christmas decorations put up. New Year's party carnage cleaned up. We even rearranged some furniture.
I only want one thing for the New Year. It's not a resolution or even a goal, just more of a fingers-crossed, hopeful, praying-for-it want.
I want a new normal.
The old normal is, you know, OLD. I've never really liked what normal has been for a while. I've done everything I can to make a new one.
So, lots-of-prayer, fingers-crossed normal, please show yourself!
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