Tuesday, September 29, 2009

The Great Tractor, er, Minivan Pull of '09

I mentioned in my post yesterday about needing a car wash because of "The Great Tractor Pull" that I was involved in a few days ago. (For the visuals to this post, please visit my Twitter located on the left hand side and look for the TwitPics)

Anyways, we have had a lot of rain the past two weeks. Not the send a dove out with an olive branch type of rain, but certainly close. The Man and I clean up construction and rental houses as a side gig. So on the last day of rain, we are finishing up one of the new construction houses. Ever seen a new construction house? What's outside usually? Lot of dirt. When it rains for 2 weeks solid, what usually happens? Flooding. When flooding meets lots of dirt...umm, yeah.

The Man thought it wise to pull the work vehicle up to the door to minimize being in the downpour. Did I mention that you had to pull through the yard to get to the door?

The flooded, muddy yard?

Did I mention that I thought it was a bad idea? I know I told The Man it was.

A minimum of 20 times I mentioned the foolish notion.

Fast forward a couple of hours and I am off to Auto Zone to get a tow rope to pull his large vehicle out of a lot of mud with my little minivan.

Yes, I laughed all the way to and from Auto Zone.

I also pointed and laughed (more of a guffaw actually) at The Man right in his face. His very mud covered, frustrated face. Mud covered face because he thought he could push the van if he placed roofing shingles (that just happened to be laying there) in front of the tires and stand directly in the back center heaving on the count of three (ever notice how doing something on the count of three never really works? someone always is confused if they were supposed to act on three or right after three)

It took quite a bit of tugging on the rope, maneuvering, hand gestures (not always nice ones either) and mud flinging to finally pull the beast from its muddy lair. This is one of those times that it paid to be pregnant. I stayed mud-free and dry as I could not be expected to help in my delicate condition. I still laughed a lot and took my chances that he could easily pick me up and dump me in the mud pile.

He almost did when I told him not to complain about being covered in mud, because lots of people pay lots of money for mud pack treatments.

So that my friends, is the rest of the story from yesterday. Now you know the events that led to the deep cleaning of the inside of my van.

You'll rest better knowing it, I am sure.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Splash of water to wake you up

Sometimes when you need to feel refreshed, you splash some cool water on your face (not the best idea while at work unless you use waterproof mascara, lesson learned) But what do you do when you need to feel more than just refreshed, when you are down in the dumps and can't pull yourself out?

I recommend putting your face through a car wash. Seriously.

So as you have noticed through my hiatus, I have been feeling kind of down, overwhelmed and in desperate need of refreshing. I couldn't seem to pull myself through it.

Enter car wash.

I have not gotten much sleep lately and my thinking is not the clearest. That's the excuse I am using, don't dispute me. After the great tractor pull of '09 (that's another story that I will try to get back to) my minivan was in desperate need of a bath. Not to mention that someone under the 4 foot height marker must have dropped a chicken nugget or something, because there was a strange odor lurking in the van, as well. I also needed gas. I pulled to the pump and prepaid for my car wash and gas. As it was pumping, I decided to do a little re-con and see if I couldn't find the lurking nugget. I did not. I did however find 6 bottle tops, two straws, 3 french fries and a partridge in a pear tree. I opened all the front, sliding and hatch doors, while the gas was pumping for my search and rescue mission. I heard the pump shut off, shut the front and sliding doors; then drove into the automatic car wash.

As the machines began to whir and sputter, I did note that they seemed louder than usual. I went into the Touchless (means no brushes, just high pressure hoses) and got the ultimate wash. The ultimate wash starts you off with a high pressure soap soak. I always loved this part because it shoots 3 different colors of soap in neat rows all over the vehicle.

The children giggle with glee as the lines of rainbow soap march across their windows to the back of the van. All of a sudden something hit me in the back of the head, I turn around to chastise a child and get a face full of pink, purple and green soap suds. About this time, Buzz begins to scream "Momma, I scawed of bath" and Belly starts to wail as both children are coated with soap.

Someone forgot to close the hatch to the van.

I quickly try to open my door to go close the hatch but the machine is sitting right.there. I unbuckle my seat belt and attempt to crawl to the back of the van (Note: Ford Windstar is not designed for pregnant women to crawl to the back in any kind of comfort or ease) The whole crawl was done almost army style as the barrage of soap continues to pelt me in the face. As I finally get to the back, I notice that this little spout that is dousing me, the children, the inside of the van is now hung on the open hatch, thus stuck in position and continuing to hose us down. This kids are no longer screaming as they try to keep their mouths shut to prevent bubble consumption. I hop over the back seat and out onto the pavement (I use hop loosely, as pregnant women can't hop through 1 1/2 foot opening into soapy pavement with any kind of grace) and hit the stop button.

I stood there for a moment looking at the eater egg colored suds filling my van and thought about the past few weeks; I wanted to just cry. Then a chunk of purple soap dripped off my hair and I had to laugh. It was a little more intense than splashing some water on my face, but I guess God just really wanted to get my attention and say "WAKE UP - YOU ARE MISSING IT"

I am now wide awake, will resume normal blogging, warped humor, nuked hot dogs and coloring outside the lines with my girls. Thank you to those who sent me encouragement and prayers, letting me know I was missed out here in the blogosphere.

By the way, that smell in my van? Yup, it's gone.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Off centered and fuzzy

In the movie "Multiplicity" Michael Keaton is cloning himself and one of the clones (a clone of a clone) does not come out just right. The quote is...

You know how when you make a copy of a copy, it's not as sharp as... well... the original.
Anyways, the past few weeks; I have been that clone. I am not quite as sharp, not quite as funny, not quite as patient, not quite as optimistic; just plain off-centered and kinda fuzzy.

I have given myself quite a few lectures in the bathtub, in the car and in the closet trying to pick out a shirt. "What is wrong with you...get it together!" Never being one for an authoritative pep-talk, I haven't paid much attention to that little voice in my head (also the voice responsible for telling me that eating only one brownie was the sensible thing to do)

I ask that you (family, friends and the random reader) please hang tight as I try to unfuzz myself.

In other subjects...
  • The kids have been good
  • Belly is 95% potty trained
  • The house has been showing, but no takers
  • The Man is tired and working way too many hours
  • Pregnancy is going well, swelling has been minimal
  • HG is doing well and we have a workable routine

Tuesday, September 15, 2009


After no less than 180 pictures, 68 which were not blurry or had a child running from the camera this is the only shot of Belly that was halfway decent. I think she is still screaming "NO" at me, but you can't tell.
So let's put the girls together...Gosh those are some cute little girls. Personalities to boot!

It's a rainy, grilled cheese and tomato soup day here. I am thrilled to say that all my housework is caught up and I can just sit around doing nothing. (Alright, don't throw anything at me!)

So I am off to do nothing.

Monday, September 14, 2009


Just some pictures of Buzz to share. Hopefully, I will get some of Belly tonight, but she IS almost 2 and all that goes with that.

Friday, September 11, 2009

Blah Blah Blogging

What a week it has been. Seriously. (Note: I am sorry that I missed 5 on Friday, but I am too mentally fried to tackle that one.)

Distraction moment: Buzz is watching Tarzan (the Phil Collins one) and is anyone else moved beyond tears at the scene where the momma gorilla adopts and plays with her "Tarzan"? That whole sequence just gets me to bawling! Set to the song "You'll be in my heart" and it turns into a big ole' ugly cry.

Having my HouseGuest (HG) has taught me a new trick. I can now absorb 50 negative comments in 45 seconds and not get an eye tic. I think I learned this in the fashion that people who have a fear of airplanes are told to get on and ride them over and over until the fear is gone. Total Immersion Therapy ( I am guessing it is not called that because of the acronym. :P) I am trying my best to make lemonade out of lemons, but it takes SUGAR too. HG has really thrown not only a wrench into my schedule, but I think she chunked the whole toolbox as well (I do believe the loose screws are from my own head.) HG is a night owl...I have children. In fact, I even had a sick child (tummy bug) last night that kept me up all night. It wouldn't be such a big deal if I had gotten some sleep the previous two nights. For some reason, I find it very difficult to sleep while HGTV is being blasted in the next room. Go figure. The honeymoon is over (Actually much like my own marriage, there never was a honeymoon) and we have moved into an adjustment and bite your tongue stage. Continue to pray for my husband, children and myself as we learn to adjust and understand what will be in everyone's best interest.

In home news, we have not had any showings this week. Bummer (although it's been nice with the whole HG situation) We have looked at a few houses that turned out to be false advertising and clever photography. We are still having faith that we will find the perfect house when this one sells (If not....sister, I might need your tents)

For those who follow my tweets, I finally got my homemade brownies. (see last twitpic) It started with a brownie that my husband brought me from Logan's Roadhouse. (Best.brownie.ever.hands.down.make.you.want.to.slap.your.mama. - just kidding, MOM!) and started a full-on strategical recipe search as I gleaned Food Networks archives, interviewed friends on their favorite brownie, hit up 3 grocery store delis and one gourment deli (that one gave me the trots) tried out Betty Crocker, Duncan Heins, Hershey's and Girdehilli (yeah, that one is misspelled, deal with it) brownie mixes. Yes, I have been eating brownies (lots of brownies - blush) for many days now. (That ought to take care of that baby weight that I hadn't gained yet.) Anyways, I recommend Publix brownies for brownies that you need to eat while standing in the grocery store reading brownie mix boxes. Hershey's brownies are the best "mix brownies" if you add in some extra syrup, toffee bits and chunks of fudge (smear it with some marshmellow cream if you are pregnant...you'll thank me for that advice)

Well, that's it for now. I am going on to bed before my pillows put out an APB on my disapperance.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009


I haven't been blogging much and there is a huge reason. In addition to my children (which you know about) my pregnancy (which you know about) selling our home and moving (which you know about) we have added another reason to why I can't seem to sit down. If I were to sit down; I would sit on my couch. It's a good thing that I can't find the time to sit down, because now my MIL is occupying my couch.

You just did a double take, huh? Yeah, me too.

It *appears* that MIL is not capable (willing) to take care of herself in her own home. I have talked about her heart trouble before and her desperate need for eye surgery so that she can drive herself to the grocery store/doctor/whatever. It has been decided that she should stay with us for a while. For now, she needs the security of being around other people at night, not having to worry about getting to/from places, cooking for herself and a few other things. I do not believe this will be a permanent situation, but we are considering things very carefully before we purchase our new home.

'Nuff said.

So the title is about changes and that was only one, how about another one?

I colored my hair and finally took a baby belly pic. This is my sexy diva look at about 24 weeks...

Anywho, I am pretty tired and am going to cut this short for now. I hope to be back up and blogging (and having a sense of humor) very soon.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Blah Blah Blogging

Another edition of Blah Blah Blogging.

Trying very hard to balance between common sense and lunacy packing. We needed to reduce the amount of "stuff" in the house so that it shows well, so we started packing it up. We have had 2 favorable showings, but no contract as of now. The inside of the house has been scrubbed and polished to a spit shine. Honestly, I don't like being in the house, the neatness and reduction of personal items is a bit disconcerting. I really pray that this house sells. I am so ready to move and just "get 'er done." I want to keep packing on faith, so there is not so much to do later...that is where the lunacy comes in. So when in doubt; do nothing.

The kiddos have been wonderful help (HAHAHAHA!) in this whole adventure. Somewhere in a box that got sealed up is my toothbrush and a whole pack of Pull-Ups. Belly was packed for a moment, but we found her pretty fast. They are reacting to the turmoil in the home with predictable behavior. Much is being looked over and excused for now.

Personally, I am very tired. We have taken this Day of Rest, for a day of rest. I think The Man and I really needed it. In addition to the physical work we have been doing, there is the emotional work of praying for the house to sell or His Will to be revealed in our living situation.

Baby Emily is a top floor kind of girl. I still have a ways to go in this pregnancy; but if her crowding the top levels is any indication of things to come, I can go ahead and hang up being able to breathe at 30+ weeks.

Alright, I will admit it. This has been a pretty boring post. I think my humor is taking a day of rest as well. I also have some belly shots to catch up on and I don't think I have taken any pics of the kids lately to show off. *Sigh*

Friday, September 4, 2009

Five Question Fridays

Here we go, friends! Our Five Question Friday brought to you by My Little Life (with a Thursday night posting, to facilitate a fellow mama, who's sweet little Belli is having surgery Friday)!!

So...the rules?

Copy and paste the questions to your blog, answer them, grab the MckLinky Blog Hop code, link up and voila (I soooo wish I could put that cute little accent above the 'o'...or would it be the 'i'?)!! You're hoppin' along with us!

A special thanks to Sandy, Megan Silva and Keely for this week's questions!!

September 4th Questions:

1. The clothing outfit you remember from childhood and why?
Looking back, my favorite outfit was not on particular piece of garb, but rather a whole collection from a certain designer...my mom. She used to make a lot (not all) of our clothes.I remember the trips to Hancock Fabric, picking out the fabric that I wanted, coordinating thread/zippers/buttons and the many tiny holes all over my body from pin sticking fittings. After poking my own sweet children, laboring over a sewing machine, threading those durn needles...I have a great appreciation for the amount of time and love (and utter frustration) that she took to make those outfits.

2. When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up?
I wanted to be a vet. Then I did a little time in a vet's clinic doing the helping out parts. After almost fainting over a dachshund's hysterectomy, bawling for days over the euthanization of the elderly/dying and cleaning up 80 lbs of poop a day (even though it seems I do that last part now) I realized that the job was not cut out (much like poor Pookie's ovaries) for someone like me. I turned then to wanting to be a writer and still hope to obtain that dream.

3. What is your must have for Fall?
At the first drop of a golden leaf, I begin to turn my eyes towards my toes. This year that may be a little more difficult...let me begin again...turn my eyes towards my toes. The fall crispness leads to desires for hot chocolate and snuggly socks. I pick out the fluffiest, brightest colors and patterns that one can imagine. I love my funky socks for chillier weather.

4. If money were no object, how many kiddos would you really have?
I would have 4 perfectly behaved, mild mannered children. So far I haven't really filled that order with the 2 I currently have and something tells me that the one on the way will be a lot like her sisters. Since the order is incomplete, I suppose we will just keep going; all the while loving the snot out of our starter kits (kids)

5. The best part of your birthing story (other than the beautiful child at the end).
Belly's birth is the one I am choosing for this question. I had so many people in the room with me, I should have charged. I don't know if that would have made me a hooker though...money for diligently watching my wa-hoo? ANYWAYS...my husband, mom, sister and a whole gaggle of nurses (one MISSING ob doctor) were there to welcome my chubby cheeked cherub into the world. It meant a lot to see so many people (and all the ones that came the following day) loving my bundle along with me.

MckLinky Blog Hop

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Award, hacksaws and clean spots

The Splash Award is given to alluring, amusing, bewitching, impressive, and inspiring blogs.

When you receive this award, you must: Put the logo on your blog/post. Nominate & link up to 9 blogs which allure, amuse, bewitch, impress or inspire you. Let them know that they have been splashed by commenting on their blog. Remember to link to the person from whom you received your Splash Award.

Thank you to My Little Life AND MannLand for the nominations. Yes dude...I got the award from two different people. Irockthis!

My nominations are...(envelope please)
Outnumbered by Testosterone
Become What You Are
A Silly Little Sparrow
(Following in my predecessors footsteps, I am not going to make it to 9. Does not mean I don't find your blog "Splash worthy" but I can't seem to find my links right now.)

Thanks again ladies.

You know those creepy movies about haunted houses in which the walls move and doors disappear? Yeah, I have one of those houses. I decided to return my oh-so-expensive-ate-a-hot-pepper-to-get blinds (since we might move) and just get some from Walmart. I measured the windows (for serious) three, maybe four times. I actually used a tape measure instead of measuring with the length of my arm like I do for the kids clothes. I know my measurements were right. KNOW IT! I wrote the numbers down and picked up the blinds. By the time I made it home, the windows had shrunk about 1/4 of an inch. Seriously, they did. My measurements were correct. What's a girl to do?


Look a little bit above the toolbox containing hacksaw and see reciprocating saw.

Look above that and see gas powered chainsaw.

Have some common sense and use the reciprocating saw.

Realize it needs a blade.

Now it needs a battery.

Now I need a clamp for the blinds to hold them still.

.02 seconds into it, battery dies.

Go for the hacksaw.

Realize my elbows are not meant for this.

Leave all tools, pieces, blinds and curse words in the garage for The Man to deal with tomorrow.

And THAT is exactly what a girl should do. Or use the chainsaw after all. I wouldn't steer you wrong here.

So I now am sitting here in front of the computer and in front of blindless windows (because putting it off until tomorrow is something a man should do) feeling very self aware, trying to remember to not scratch my butt for fear a neighbor will see...and you know how rumors start. It's been a long week, mainly due to the wonderful cleaner I bought to remove some smudges on the wall thank you children, and it became one of those "Holy-cow-I-just-made-a-clean-spot" moments. I tried to smudge the spot back up, because I didn't want to have to deal with cleaning all the walls to match the clean spot, but I don't have the needed ickiness on my hands that children are born with. Now I am doomed to go room to room making sparkly clean walls. At this rate, I will be to worn out to nest.

BTW, I am aware that my typing format is all jacked up, I am dealing with it; hope you are too.


Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Team Pink/Blue?????

Today was GENDER DAY!!! Without further ado, I would like to introduce you to...

Emily Grace (aka Bigfoot)

She is beautiful and has the biggest foot (for her gestational age) that the U/S tech had ever seen. All the measurements were perfect (Thank You God) she is healthy and complete (Thank You God) There are a few parts they did not see clear enough, thanks to a stubborn little girl, so I will go back on the 30th for another ultrasound (Oh....darn, huh?) Big sister, Buzz; came along today and got to watch the ultrasound. If you ask her, she will tell you she is having a baby alligator (huh? Yeah...u/s are difficult to make out sometimes) Daddy is thrilled to have another girl as well!

We also had house showings today and although I have not heard any feedback, I feel upbeat at the amount of interest that we are seeing this soon. (There is however the incident of leaving my back gate standing wide open with my dog back there. Thankfully he was still in the backyard!! Good Boy!) The house we were initially looking at got a contract on it today and it appears it was accepted, so we are crossing that property off our list. Here comes more of that "faith" stuff...I know if God's Will is that our house sells, He will have another place ready for us. I just wish he would drop me the MLS # and save me the stress of scheduling walk-thrus.

It has been an utterly exhausting day, physically and emotionally. Thank you for all the prayers and the support you all gave me today. It meant a lot to me!!!



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