Divine Intervention

Do you think that sometimes, divine intervention takes over when nothing else makes works out? Well, this was my situation last night. Let me back up. Yesterday I took Rylan to the doctor for shots & check up so he can start kindergarten in the fall. No, I can't believe it either, my baby will be in kindergarten. On our way out the door, I step on the scales. After I picked my jaw off the ground, I moped to the front desk and checked out. Decision made -- I need to do SOMETHING. It's a catch 22. I'm exhausted all of the time. If I lost weight I probably wouldn't be, but I'm too tired to work out. So what to do? I ordered a Jillian Michaels DVD that arrived last week (before I realized how broke I would be) but I hadn't taken it out of the pkg yet. After the kids and I got home, I decided to break out the dvd. I connect the dvd player to the tv, press play. The selected option is "Recommendations". I hit play. It gives me a recommendation -- don't start without doctor's approval, eat a good diet, blah blah blah. Well, I have a gheto dvd player and the only way to rewind, fast forward, etc, is through the remote control. Well, guess what? I don't know where the remote is. so I can't select "workout" without a remote. Dammit. I grab my dish manual and start the process to program my tv/cable remote to operate the dvd player. Problem #1 -- there is no "dvd" control on teh remote. My options were SAT - TV - VCR (really) - AUX. I went through all codes on the VCR mode but nothing worked. Then I started through AUX. After about 40 minutes, I gave up on the dvd. But, I still remember the number on the scales, so I need to do something. I get a Wii DVD that my sister let me borrow, also Jillian Michaels, unplug the dvd, plug up the wii, insert wii game, balance board won't connect. Ugh! After dressing my mii, which I really could care less about, especially at this point, I start my workout. Running. The one thing I really hate. How might you ask does it know? Good question. You hold the controller and nunchuck in each hand and the motions you make, tell the wii you're going through the motions. Once I got to the monkey bars, man I had it figured out. You were supposed to hold the controllers above your head and do the motion of moving from bar to bar. Ha. I can sure fix this. I put the controllers at waist level and shook them back and forth -- guess what? My mii is still moving. I've sabotaged the system. Workout complete. I have to get that DVD issue figured out!

Summertime

It's official. Backyard barbeque's. Lightning bugs. Swimming pools. Margaritas. Sundresses. Flip flops. Sitting in the swing, reading. No more school. Stinky boys. That last part is absolutely a sign of summer. Why do boys smell like wet puppies after they've been playing outside? Multiply times three and my house is stinky. And why don't they like baths anymore? I guess the appeal is gone for an 11 yr old with the cute, squeaky rubber duckies. Hmmm. Maybe I'll put food coloring in the water -- who wouldn't want to take a pink bath? Bad idea...they may all come out pink. Time to wrangle the boys in for the night and force them into the tub. Oh, the joys of motherhood.

dogs, dogs and more dogs

last night mason had a 2 hour practice (getting ready for baseball tournaments). We got home and a little dog was running across our yard. just call me the spca on sycamore. after almost getting hit by a car, we brought him in. georgia and presley were none to nice to our new little friend. mason made a sign and posted it on the street corner -- Found Dog! Please, oh, please, let someone claim this doggie. he was older, and not much liking georgia's hyperness. We put him in the backyard with food and water and i crossed my fingers. just as i got in the tub, the doorbell rang. it was our neighbor. she is dogsitting for her nephew and the dog escaped her fence. Whew. That was a close one. seriously, i cannot have any more dogs. between the two I have and fred, plus 3 boys --- really! today i got an email for a weimaraner that needs a home/foster home. [biting nails]. do you know how hard this is for me?

Therapeutic, or not?

I'm not sure how therapeutic my blog has become, since I started out as "dear diary, I'm bearing my soul, my all" and today, I would have a LOT to share, but I kinda don't want to. Instead, I'm blogging about absolutely nothing. So...I may stop blogging. Not that anyone will notice, I don't think anyone reads these -- well, maybe a few people. Going home for the day. I've shed tears. I'm confused. and I don't want to talk about it.

Peace out! (that's what I saw when I'm avoiding real emotion)

No TV, No money

It's amazing how your mind begins to wander when you have no TV. Oh no, it's not on the fritz, I didn't pay the bill and my cable was turned off. Not exactly something I'm proud of, but the "sperm donor" to my boys lost his job and that means no child support, so without knowing I was digging myself into a hole, I did just that. Courtesy should have prevailed in telling me that he had no job, thus I had no money coming - but that's something that was never instilled, so here I am --

Just stuff.....

Baseball season is nearly over. Of course, we opted to compete in a 2-day tournament at the end of the month, which means more practices, but for the most part...it's over. Thursday is Ry's last game, Fri is Dalt's. Whew..... This means that we can hit the pool most every night and cool off from what I expect to be an unbearable summer.

My yard has been looking awful. I needed to mow, but between work, games and practices, it was difficult to find the time. Sunday we returned from the lake, I got out of the car and went straight to the garage to start mowing. Oh yes -- denim mini skirt and all. Of course I stepped in several ant beds and am now trying to get the big red bites off my ankles. So, it was so bad that it needed a "do over". Tonight the boys wanted to help. I wish I had taken pictures. Rylan was mowing, Mason and weed-eating and Dalton was doing what he does best -- talking on the phone. There are definite lines in the yard, but they aren't straight. I'm sure my neighbor wishes we hadn't mowed the grass dividing line between my house & hers, but I was so proud of my boys. They didnt' stop until it was done. Well...almost. I was tired and begged to be finish, or told them we were out of gas, or something to make it end so I could come in and take a nice COLD shower.

Baseball

I've had a lot going on but I've fallen behind in blogging. The boys are almost finished with baseball season. I have a love/hate relationship with ball. Love that the boys are involved and showing such improvement, but hate that between the three playing games and practices, not to mention Dalton's choir recitals, I'm just exhausted. Spend a lot of time running the boys around. Tournaments are at the end of the month and Mason has several practices, but I've learned to use that time to just chill. I mean, there's nothing I can do, right?

Not too shabby

We got all moved into our new space and while it will take some time to get settled and all, it is quite nice and I'm very pleased. All was top secret so we weren't real sure what we were getting, but I think it's worked out overall.

Spent the weekend with Den and Kim. We had a fun-filled weekend. Need to upload photos.