So far this morning, I've cleaned the kitchen, done the dishes, swept and mopped. Apparently my family thinks a magic fairy cleans the front of cabinets and refridgerators. I've vacuumed and dusted the living room. I've finished the last load of laundry. I watched Glowie's wedding, which was amazingly beautiful. She and Shawn are gorgeous. I've bathed the dog. I've showered and dressed - okay, so I'm wearing no makeup and I've put on my baseball cap, so what?

DH is at work 'til 11pm and the kids are with their dad until at least Tuesday. I'm seriously contemplating rearranging the living room. I need to go have my wedding ring cleaned and inspected. I need to go to the grocery store. And hopefully, my bookstore is open today.

It's only 9:24am.

Remember my GRRRR! post?

I did it a few Mondays back about mortgage companies and lawyers and such? Okay, well...fast forward. I talked to the mortgage company a few times. I talked to their lawyer. I talked to my friend who is a lawyer. Their lawyer knew nothing, so it means they were just fvcking with my head about the foreclosure crap. I called back today to make my payment - that they refused to accept a couple weeks ago. And talked to my account rep - who refused my call two weeks ago and said I needed to talk to their lawyer.

Come to find out, the whole reason they were acting all bad ass is because I'm finally almost at a point where I'm caught up from the ex's 2 and a half years of non-payment. I'm $676.00 away from having the past due balance gone + this month's payment and next month's payment. That's it. So guess what? I worked out a deal with him to make a payment today. And a payment in 2 weeks. And he's going to cut my late fees in half. And by the end of the year, I will have it all taken care of. Then we'll be back to normal. No more double payments. No more stressing about whether or not they'll accept my payments or decide to be assholes. Nothing.

I'm excited!!! This is the last of the ex's bills I'm paying off. Except the daycare. But I'm not thinking about that.

Now - go see the Rotten2 picture! *points down*

Rambling...

Today was Rotten2's Kindergarten Thanksgiving Feast. So very cute! They all had made headbands like the Native Americans wore and vests with symbols on them, similar to what the Natives might have worn. Did you know you can't call them Indians anymore? It's not proper terminology. Oops. They sang several songs they'd made up and we ate our feast - turkey sammiches, pickles, cheese, fruit snacks, cucumbers, chips and dips, and blueberry muffins.

Rotten2 went back to school today. For a whole hour. While I was entering the kindergarten room, the school nurse came to find me. He'd gone to her because he still didn't feel good. I swear, if his father had half a brain and could see that the child didn't feel good - why the fvck did he send him to school? Ugh. So the nurse let him hang out in her office (since he wasn't running fever and had had 3 doses of amoxil) while I attended the kindergarten program. Then I took him back to work with me, where he somehow managed to con the CEO out of a couple of cough drops, charmed several of the women, and then we left.

Now I'm at home, the kids are down for the night, I'm trying to relax and DH is driving me insane. And now I feel like I'm getting sick.

So what have I missed since I've been otherwise occupied by real life?

Inquiring minds wanna know....

When do you fill up your gas tank? Before it's empty? At a quarter of a tank? Half a tank? Does it ever run on fumes?

Crap! Sick Again.

Rotten1 is at work with me for a bit this morning. I went to pick him up at his grandma's last night after a meeting and he wasn't feeling well. So I asked what was bothering him. His head. His throat. His tummy. Greeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaat.

So we get home and I check his temperature. Nothing above normal. I look at his throat. Uh oh. Not good. So....here we sit until his doctor's office opens.

Joy.

Glowbug......

I see Shawn signed for your (his) packie last night at 6:21 pm.

And? I really really wanna come to the reception. *pout* I hate being broke.

*YAAAAWN*

I am so tired from this weekend. Rotten2 went to her slumber party. She had a great time. Called about 11:15 to tell me good night. And? she was the first one to go to sleep. Rotten1 had a friend spend the night while his sister was gone. It was between midnight and 1am that the two boys went to sleep. Of course, they woke up at 6:59am.

Yesterday afternoon we had our Cub Scout Rocket Launch. That was fun to watch. Afterwards, I came home and made dinner - chicken fried steaks, mac n cheese, rolls and peas. Blech. NOT my fave meal. But it's what DH wanted, so I figured I'd humor him for the evening. At least, in that small way. *grin* The kids had bathed, been fed and vegged out in front of the tv from 6-8 pm. They don't do that often. They were both worn out.

And this morning, I woke up with a sore throat. Lovely. I so hope I'm not getting sick. It's supposed to get cold this week, finally. Our high today and tomorrow is 75. The rest of the week? It's not supposed to get above 55. And it's supposed to be in the 30s at night. Brrrrrr!

*hugs* for Carey

*hugs*

Hope all goes well today with Mayor Daddy Knockers!!

Have a great time in Vegas.

Can I do this?

For the first time in almost 8 years, I'm seriously thinking about returning to college to finish my degree. I am ONE hour shy of my Associates. Why one hour? I got pregnant prior to my last semester in college. And that one hour I needed was a PE credit. Yeah. PE. How pitiful is that?

So, I've been thinking and tossing it around for awhile now. I don't want to continue on the path I had before. I just can't get excited over being an elementary school teacher any more. My second love, and my "minor" had been Sociology. And I'm seriously thinking that Sociology or Social Work is the path I want to take. I've contacted my previous college for a transcript. I've contacted the local extension of a major university for info on their degree program.

And now? Now I'm scared. Can I really go back and do this? I want to finish my degree. I don't want to be stuck in a dead end job forever. I want to make a difference somewhere. I want to show my children how important college is. But for some irrational reason, I'm skeered. Afraid of failure. I never had this problem at 18. Ten years later, I do.

I know lots of people go back to school. I know lots of people still in school. Why do I view myself differently? Mainly because I'm afraid to interrupt my time with my kids. But, I always said that when my youngest started kindergarten, I'd go back. And that is now. What am I waiting for? It's sure not the winning lotto ticket :) Speaking of which, I guess I better start checking into financial aid packages too.

I can do this, right?

Random Crap

I took Larry's fire truck bank to the bank at lunch to cash in his change. He had 1 quarter, a shitload of dimes and pennies and a few nickels. Total? $17.03
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I went to the DMV to renew my drivers license at lunch. It's only been 2 years and 5 months since I moved. And four and a half months since I got married. I was in line behind a man who was renewing his license and a 65+ year old man who couldn't stand up straight taking his CDL test. It still only took 10 minutes.
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Tonight we have to finish Rotten2's Turkey Project. I think all that's left are the feathers and the sand. I hope that's all that's left.
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Rotten2 has been invited to her very first slumber party. She's only spent the night at a friend's house once before. I'm quite nervous about the midnight "I wanna come hoooooooooome" phone call.
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I need to take the Rottens to have Christmas photos taken. Or I need to get off my ass and take them myself. Either way? They have NOTHING Christmas-y to wear. Yikes.

I miss Breezy.....

She's in Vegas playing all day at some silly conference and partying the night away. And she didn't take me. *pout*

SO! I think, in her absence, we should have our very own poker party. Right.Now.

Who has the cards?
*passes out cigars and goofy poker player hats*

Stolen from Snuffleupagus (Arkie)....

Bert You scored 77% Organization, 46% abstract, and 57% extroverted!

First, this test measured how organized you are. Some muppets like Cookie Monster make big messes, while others like Bert are quite anal about things being clean. Second, this test measured if you prefer a concrete or an abstract viewpoint. For the purposes of this test, concrete people are considered to gravitate more to mathematical and logical approaches, whereas abstract people are more the dreamers and artistic type. Third, this test measured if you are more of an introvert or an extrovert. By definition, an introvert concentrates more on herself and an extrovert focuses more on others. In this test an introvert was somebody that either tends to spend more time alone or thinks more about herself. You are very organized, both concrete and abstract, and both introverted and extroverted. Here is why are you Bert. You are both very organized. You almost always know where your belongings are and you prefer things neat. You may even enjoy cleaning and find it therapeutic. Bert is a big neat freak and gets quite annoyed when Ernie makes a big mess. You both are sometimes concrete and sometimes abstract thinkers. Bert is probably a bit more concrete in his bottlecap collecting addiction and his love of the weather. He does show his abstract side when he sings and performs his "Doin' The Pidgeon" song. You have a good balance in your life. You know when to be logical at times, but you also aren't afraid to explore your dreams and desires... within limits of course. You are both somewhat introverted. Bert is probably more introverted, because he spends most of his time either with Ernie or alone. Still he has no problem being around other people in his role as chairman of "The National Association of 'W' Lovers." Like Bert, you probably like to have some time to yourself, but you do appreciate spending time with your friends, and you aren't scared of social situations. The other possible characters are Oscar the Grouch Big Bird Snuffleupagus Ernie Elmo Kermit the Frog Grover Cookie Monster Guy Smiley The Count

So.

It's Wednesday. The middle of the week. And I have nothing to say. Nothing.

Except...who got banned now?

Companion to MMs blog ....

What is your favorite color?

What is your favorite scent?

What is your favorite type of fun read?

What is your email addy?

And yes, #4 is optional.

Well, it's almost over...

Monday will be over for another week in just a few hours. Day got a bit better. I'm holding off on the loan until I talk to my lawyer again. I hate to get a loan on something that hopefully I can have taken care of by the end of the month. Cross your body parts, say your prayers for me (and Coco) and hopefully it will all work out the way I want it to.

Anyway.....enough of the doom, gloom and anger. What's going right in your life these days? I had a conference with Rotten2's teacher. Besides her being bored because she knows her ABCs and 123s, she's entirely too talkative. Well..no shit. She's my kid. And? she's b.o.r.e.d. Thankfully, kindergarten will be picking up a bit since the first 9 weeks are over. Rotten1 is doing well. We've found a new interest - science. And building things. If I find one more KNex piece or Magnetix piece...I'm going to scream. But, it's constructive. And he enjoys it. So, I can't complain too much. I have, however, seen quite my fill of motorcycles, dragsters and fire trucks built out of Legos, KNex and whatnot this week. *grin*

GRRRRRR!

I hate Mondays.
I hate my ex-husband.
I hate mortgage companies.
I hate lawyers.

I'm having a really shitty Monday.

Weekend plans?

Alright, I've had a realization this morning. I? have.no.life. Nope. Not an ounce of one. My kids are going to their dad's for the weekend and I have no plans. Nothing. Larry is getting excited about finishing the south fence in our yard. I need to make a run to the beer store and the book store and clean my truck and clean my house. And? that is the extent of my plans.

Please, please PLEASE tell me that someone out there has a life that's much more interesting than mine.

I need this print

It's by my favorite western artist - Tim Cox. It matches the other print I have.

Hump Day!!!

Woohooo!

So...everyone do the hump day dance. Or not. Whatever.

Measurements, please

NO! Not those measurements! Unless, of course, you want to share. What I'm really looking for is height. How tall are you? Am I really a step away from midgetdom?