#1. WTF Eddy Haskell? Are you going through puberty right now? Do you have to sass me and back talk me, and get the last word in all the time? Come on kid, I know having a sibling who takes all my attention away is not 'cool' with you, but kid you get to do everything your little heart desires. You get all the freedom in the world, just check in with me every so often so that I know that you are okay. Could you please cut out the BS, could you please just stop whining, and for crying out loud could you please stop back-talking me, or you will be in your room for the rest of the summer, enough said.
#2. WTF Mr. Anti Hippie? I know you and Eddy needed a hair-cut today, but did you have to come with me down to co-op pick up? I needed to go to B-Town for co-op pick up, then to WR to the credit union, then to BH to the grocery store to buy some meat, as I had an awesome coupon for like $10.00 off, then it was back home. I could have run all those errands in like 3 hours, but no. You needed a hair cut, which meant, that we go to co-op pick up, then to the credit union, then you are hungry so we stop at Sgt. Peppers for brunch, then you just want to look at the welding torches, so we stop, then we go get the meat, then Baby and I wait in the hot car for you and Eddy to get hair cuts, and then we take the long way home, because you want to look at the spillway at the lake. Mainly, because you want to take Eddy fishing there. Then we get home, and you are sooo hungry, and your stomach hurts. Okay next time go get a hair cut with out me, I hate being in a car when I cannot drive, so thanks but no thanks, I will drive myself.
#3. WTF Mother? So as I already mentioned I got these great coupons from the little grocery store, in the town in which I used to reside in. They still have a butcher who cuts all the meat, Wednesdays are the best days to get meat, so this being Wednesday and it is on the way I planned on stopping. Which brings me back to my original point, I had previously asked Crabby Patty to get me my meat, she lives really close to this grocery, and she shops there often. I kept on telling her, use the coupons and get me some 'riblets'. Well she had never heard of them, were they really called ribs, or spare ribs, or something else? No Mother, they are called riblets and I bought them all by myself and used the coupons, so there.
#4. WTF Summer Vacation? It seems as if I only started this vacation a few weeks ago, and really I did. But, I cannot believe that it is July 9th already. I always get panicked by July 4th, I know that it is the downward spiral towards the end of summer, yet I still have a ton of shit that is still on my "To Do List". So Summer vacation please slow down, I have just a little over a month left and then you will be gone. Please slow down, I have yet to take the kids to the pool!
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Honey Do
Today it is kinda wet outside to Eddy Haskell and Mr. Anti-Hippie cannot mow the grass, I however have found many things on my honey do list that my boys can do:
- Take Tubs of clothes to attic
- Hang some stuff
- Make beds
- Clean House for company
- Get all laundry to laundryroom
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Tick, going for the gold
Last night when I went in the bathroom to get ready for a shower, I noticed that I might be getting an ingrown hair, in my nether regions. I am quite limber so I put my foot up on the sink to get a better look. Guess what I found?
A teeny tiny baby tick had attached itself to my nether region. Of course I thought, it is warm and moist here, why not. I did not panic, but once I figured out the cause of all of my discomfort, it did make me feel a little squeamish. I tried all the home remedies that I knew to try and get it to pull his little head out, I smothered him in Vasaline, I smothered him in soap, I wiped him with isopropyl alcohol, I painted him with finger nail polish, and yet the little bugger did not pull his head out. By the time Mr. Anti-Hippie got home the tick bite really itched and my neck hurt from bending at such an angle. Mr. Anti-Hippie went right to work on helping me out, not to mention he kinda likes hanging out down there. Unfortunately when he tried to remove said tick, the tick was too small and he only got the body.
As of right now I am alternating between lemon and potato slices to try and draw the head out, the lemon is oh so fresh!! I am a very nature oriented person, so ticks do not surprise me, but ticks going for the GOLD, do!
Friday, June 27, 2008
WTF Eddy Haskel
Well, Eddy did it again. He put something in his ear. Yeah he is nine years old and knows better, but he did it any way. He previously put a pearl button in his ear, when he was like 2 years old. Well, the bean in his ear must have been bothering him for a while, at first I thought it was a bug. I called my MIL who is a nurse, and asked her for the otoscope. She had let Aunt Ducky (they have a pet duck) borrow it, and she had not returned it. So I googled "things in ears" and I came up with some pretty disgusting pictures, try it sometime. None the less, the internet suggested that I use a bulb syringe and some warm water to flush it out, and I be damned if a bean/seed did not come out of his ear.
So the next time you see my boy and he has earmuffs on in the middle of the summer you'll know why.
Baby Sitter , copied from Earth Muffin
As posted over at The Land of Earth Muffin, here are some reasons why the babysitter rocked:
1. As a mother of a newborn baby, the babysitter did everything I asked. From holding her a certain way when she fed Baby Gnat her bottles of breast milk, to having her ready to go the minute I walked in the door. With our busy schedule, the babysitter knew that some days I was in a hurry.
2. As mentioned by Earth Muffin she was willing to use cloth diapers. This was a big selling point for me. She sacked the diapers up each night for me to take home and wash. This saved me loads of cash.
3. The babysitter was not that expensive considering all my requests. She was $25 a day, or $100 a week, so if the baby went the whole week I got Fridays for free. Looked into sending her to TTLC, which is a pre-school day care center just a few more blocks away, and they would not do cloth diapers, breast milk, and since she was not potty trained and was in diapers it was like $175 a week, with a three day minimum. Well Mr. Anti Hippie's work schedule is so crazy there would be some weeks where the baby would attend the whole week and some weeks where she would only need care one or two days.
4. My final reasons can be summed up into one last number. The babysitter knew what it was like to be a working mother. I also came at lunches to feed the baby. I too had a nice quite place to sit and nurse. Finally, the babysitter is just a genuinely nice person, one of the nicest that I know. I will miss her, as I am looking for a new sitter because of our recent move. I know that the new sitter probably will not let me use cloth diapers, and I know because of work obligations that I will not be coming on my lunch to nurse. Babysitter, thank you. Thank you for caring for Baby Gnat as if she were your own. I miss you and I recommend you to anyone who will listen.
1. As a mother of a newborn baby, the babysitter did everything I asked. From holding her a certain way when she fed Baby Gnat her bottles of breast milk, to having her ready to go the minute I walked in the door. With our busy schedule, the babysitter knew that some days I was in a hurry.
2. As mentioned by Earth Muffin she was willing to use cloth diapers. This was a big selling point for me. She sacked the diapers up each night for me to take home and wash. This saved me loads of cash.
3. The babysitter was not that expensive considering all my requests. She was $25 a day, or $100 a week, so if the baby went the whole week I got Fridays for free. Looked into sending her to TTLC, which is a pre-school day care center just a few more blocks away, and they would not do cloth diapers, breast milk, and since she was not potty trained and was in diapers it was like $175 a week, with a three day minimum. Well Mr. Anti Hippie's work schedule is so crazy there would be some weeks where the baby would attend the whole week and some weeks where she would only need care one or two days.
4. My final reasons can be summed up into one last number. The babysitter knew what it was like to be a working mother. I also came at lunches to feed the baby. I too had a nice quite place to sit and nurse. Finally, the babysitter is just a genuinely nice person, one of the nicest that I know. I will miss her, as I am looking for a new sitter because of our recent move. I know that the new sitter probably will not let me use cloth diapers, and I know because of work obligations that I will not be coming on my lunch to nurse. Babysitter, thank you. Thank you for caring for Baby Gnat as if she were your own. I miss you and I recommend you to anyone who will listen.
Monday, June 23, 2008
I know
I know why I get so frustrated with my mother. It is because I always think of ways to tell her off way after she has left. I know why Mr. Anti Hippie seems so stand offish when she is around, it is because he has to pick up the pieces when she leaves, when she leaves me in a tizzy. I so wish I could just tell her that I am hostile because she is the main reason I left for Alaska 11 years ago, she is the main reason why Baby Gnat does not like her, she is the main reason why I started my period yesterday, after 19 months of not having one, Sunday morning I woke up feeling shitty. In fact, I still feel really crampy right now.
Dear Mother,
I am your daughter, you raised me to respect my elders which is why I cannot tell you to your face that you frustrate me so much, and that I moved up here because I wanted to. I love you, but I am not your BFF, I am your daughter. You should relish in the fact that I love my husband dearly, and we still sleep in the same bed, I love my Eddy Haskel not because he looks like Uncle Nascar, but because I worked my ass off to make a better life for he and I. I also love Baby Gnat, no matter how spoiled she is, I love her because Mr. Anti-Hippie and I created this beautiful life together. Oh yeah and one more thing, I want more babies. No, I do not want to be bare foot and pregnant, but I still feel like I want more children.
I really wonder what you when home and told dad the other night when you left my house, with the beer. You should be proud of me for going to school, being responsible, managing a house, and our money. Mr. Anti-Hippie and I really worked on our relationship last year when you were not talking to me, I found that if I went directly to him with the problems that we were having, the problems seemed to get fixed, we are grown, responsible adults. I still am a strong woman, and no I do not need a man to complete me, but he is my best friend and lover, he and the kids are what makes me strong, not to mention all the other hurdles that I have had to cross to get here, where I am.
I am comfortable with my life, I am not you, I will never be you. I do not ever want to be you, yes you did a great job, but cut the freaking apron strings. Have I not shown you that I can be an adult, have I not shown you that I am a fully capable person.
Love, Your Daughter Earthy Birthy Mama
P.S. thanks for not calling me today
Sunday, June 22, 2008
My Yard Sale (Beer)
I have finally recovered from the yard sale, it was a lot of work, but we managed to get rid of a ton of stuff. It all began when we moved into this house. As I have spoken of before, it is really large but I do not feel that it needs to be filled with clutter and things. I have been gathering items to have in the yard sale since before we moved here, yes I know I actually moved those items, but I knew that I might be able to make some money from them. So last week Auntie Katie and I started pricing and arranging stuff in the garage, as we actually were not having the sale inside the garage, but in the big drive way just off of the garage. Well we moved some of the Anti-Hippie's stuff, and we never heard the end of it.
We got all of our items priced and were prepared for the sale which we were going to have for two days. Thursday my mother came up because she was selling some of her Longaberger Baskets at my sale. She came up a day early because she had sent out invitations inviting all of her friends to come up to my house to look at her baskets, she used to sell the damn things in the late eighties and nineties, then she quit because she did not like the direction the company was going, don't ask. She came up with beer and snacks, in hopes of selling some of her baskets. See she is now into making her own baskets and the profit from this sale was going to help her pay for the basket making work-shops. Needless to say I was having a yard sale and people were looking for bargains, not baskets that were actually priced at Bentley Book value. Anyway I digress.
Katie and I set up for the yard sale on Friday morning, and we were quite surprised with the amount of people that came considering that it was a week day. We had some really interesting items in the sale, 3 big wooden boxes that really looked like pirate's treasure chests, 3 reel to reel recorders from the United States Navy that belonged to my SIL's father, a head stone that I found in my landscaping, silk clip on ties from the seventies, the list goes on and on. Well Auntie Katie kept moving stuff up to this one spot and we kept on timing how long it would take to sell once an item was placed in this one spot. There was a carpet cleaner that sold within 15 minutes of being placed in this spot, the treasure chest sold with in a half and hour of being placed in this spot, and the head stone with Jesus and the lambs sold with in 5 minutes of placing it in that spot. I have no idea where the head stone came from nor the purpose of the head stone, I found it under some vines in the landscaping, it was granite and Jesus and some lambs were on it, there was no writing, and it was not marking a pet cemetery. Like I have posted on here before, the previous owner of this house had quite an extensive rock collection, I wonder if this "stone" was part of his collection. The people that bought the stone had just lost a horse that they had as a pet for the past 19 years, so they were going to use the stone for a marker for their beloved pet. I personally thought the stone was creepy and I am glad it sold in the sale.
One of the funniest items that sold was a mock, mock turtle neck. Auntie Katie and I were sorting clothes and she made a comment about the mock turtle neck inside of a mock turtle neck and I could not stop laughing. So Friday morning while some customers were shopping I was telling my mom about the mock turtle neck that was a double mock turtle neck, and I started to laugh again, then this lady picked it up and said "well I like this, I think I want it" that prompted me to say "well I guess I cannot make fun of it anymore.
So all in all it was a good sale I made some money, my mom made me crazy, and Auntie Katie kept me sane. My mom left yesterday after the sale and she actually sold some of her baskets, but she took her beer home with her. What kind of stingy person actually does that, if I put beer in someone's fridge and there is some left after we have partied, I usually leave it there, unless they do not drink my flavor of beer. I went in to cool off after cleaning up and the beer was gone out of my fridge, she used my house for her sale, she used my sale to sell her shit, but she took her beer. WTF???
We got all of our items priced and were prepared for the sale which we were going to have for two days. Thursday my mother came up because she was selling some of her Longaberger Baskets at my sale. She came up a day early because she had sent out invitations inviting all of her friends to come up to my house to look at her baskets, she used to sell the damn things in the late eighties and nineties, then she quit because she did not like the direction the company was going, don't ask. She came up with beer and snacks, in hopes of selling some of her baskets. See she is now into making her own baskets and the profit from this sale was going to help her pay for the basket making work-shops. Needless to say I was having a yard sale and people were looking for bargains, not baskets that were actually priced at Bentley Book value. Anyway I digress.
Katie and I set up for the yard sale on Friday morning, and we were quite surprised with the amount of people that came considering that it was a week day. We had some really interesting items in the sale, 3 big wooden boxes that really looked like pirate's treasure chests, 3 reel to reel recorders from the United States Navy that belonged to my SIL's father, a head stone that I found in my landscaping, silk clip on ties from the seventies, the list goes on and on. Well Auntie Katie kept moving stuff up to this one spot and we kept on timing how long it would take to sell once an item was placed in this one spot. There was a carpet cleaner that sold within 15 minutes of being placed in this spot, the treasure chest sold with in a half and hour of being placed in this spot, and the head stone with Jesus and the lambs sold with in 5 minutes of placing it in that spot. I have no idea where the head stone came from nor the purpose of the head stone, I found it under some vines in the landscaping, it was granite and Jesus and some lambs were on it, there was no writing, and it was not marking a pet cemetery. Like I have posted on here before, the previous owner of this house had quite an extensive rock collection, I wonder if this "stone" was part of his collection. The people that bought the stone had just lost a horse that they had as a pet for the past 19 years, so they were going to use the stone for a marker for their beloved pet. I personally thought the stone was creepy and I am glad it sold in the sale.
One of the funniest items that sold was a mock, mock turtle neck. Auntie Katie and I were sorting clothes and she made a comment about the mock turtle neck inside of a mock turtle neck and I could not stop laughing. So Friday morning while some customers were shopping I was telling my mom about the mock turtle neck that was a double mock turtle neck, and I started to laugh again, then this lady picked it up and said "well I like this, I think I want it" that prompted me to say "well I guess I cannot make fun of it anymore.
So all in all it was a good sale I made some money, my mom made me crazy, and Auntie Katie kept me sane. My mom left yesterday after the sale and she actually sold some of her baskets, but she took her beer home with her. What kind of stingy person actually does that, if I put beer in someone's fridge and there is some left after we have partied, I usually leave it there, unless they do not drink my flavor of beer. I went in to cool off after cleaning up and the beer was gone out of my fridge, she used my house for her sale, she used my sale to sell her shit, but she took her beer. WTF???
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