Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Thursday, May 15, 2008
I am the proud owner of 14 chickens (we had 15, but one died), and 12 guineas. We got them all as babies. The chickens are getting big, and it seems that we may have a disproportionate number of roosters. This is bad because we wanted a bunch of laying hens, and also because roosters don't always get along. I'm going to start an amateur cock-fighting league for some extra cash.
I'm hoping that the guineas put a dent in the trillions of ticks on our property. They are cute little docile things right now. They let me pick them up and cuddle them. They'll look like martian chickens when they get big. (see pic)
Dan has Spent the past three weeks engaged in World War III with a groundhog, which has resulted in numerous massive hole in the yard. When he's not digging, he's laying in the grass, panting, waiting for the groundhog to emerge. He has a lot less time for other mischief since he has found this new obsession. He comes in at night filthy and tired, not wanting to get in the trash or steal food from the baby's high chair. I'm willing to accept the potentially ankle-breaking craters in exchange for the complacent canine.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
This is what I have to say to my husband:
I'm carrying your little leech of a baby, and her invasion of my body is making me ill. I'm tired all of the time, I have no motivation, and I think most everything under the sun is disgusting. Please help me out!! Get me a dang grilled cheese from Sonic and you can get whatever your heart desires (probably some massive burger with an excessive amount of accouterments such as chili and/or bacon). I promise I'll be normal again in a couple weeks, and the sight of raw macaroni won't send me into a case of the woozies, and I will cook normal (if not delicious) food again.
Your adoring wife who is carrying your second gorgeous baby
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
I did wonder what I guess every parent wonders as their children reach milestones. How did you get so big so fast?
A year ago he was just a flutter in my tummy. Now he's pulling himself up on the couch and stealing the remote control. Where does time go?
Since I am the last human on earth that doesn't have a digital camera, I'll have to wait to get some pictures developed on disk to show the wild monkey.
Monday, March 24, 2008
Sunday, March 23, 2008
It was no surprise that every single soul that visited our house while I was pregnant with Barrett said: "What are you going to do when the baby gets here?"It was as if these people didn't think that we realized that having both an infant and a hundred pound, noisy klutz in the house may be a problem. "We'll work it out" was always our response. In reality we didn't know how having both a baby and the world's craziest hound was going to work. We did know that Dan is a member of the family and there was going to have to be a solution. We weren't going to make him "an outside dog" as some suggested, nor were we going to give him up. Although Dan is noisy and obnoxious, he is a lover, a gentle giant. He had always let Jason's nieces and nephew fling themselves at him, and pet him in their awkward way. He showed an amazing ability to tone down his play when in the presence of Jason's three year-old niece. So, I wasn't totally discouraged.
When we finally brought Barrett home, Dan hardly noticed at first. He was overwhelmed to see me, since I had been gone for three days. Dan showed immense concern over the bandages on my tummy from my c-section. He tried to "clean" my wound for me, which was sweet. He is a good pack member. Then he was introduced to Barrett. Introduced meaning we let Dan smell the baby, who was snug in his car seat. I was not prepared for what happened next. Dan followed that baby every where. He would lay by Barrett's bassinet and peak at him every time he stirred. If Barrett was in his swing, Dan was laying at the foot of the swing. If we took the baby out and returned home, Dan would have to be able to see the baby before he would agree to go outside or do anything else. This behavior has continued pretty consistently for nine months now. Barrett is Dan's baby.
Dan's love is not unrequited. Barrett returns Dan's affections. Barrett smooched Dan before he ever thought of kissing us. Joy washes over Barrett when he catches a glimpse of Dan, and he releases a high-pitched squeal. They really are buddies. Dan's howling does wake Barrett up from time to time, but it's only a small inconvenience. Barrett often just realizes that it's only Dan and goes back to sleep. To everyone that questioned how having Dan would "work", I say that blind faith in Dan's good nature has payed off for our little family.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
I remember watching a family with seven kids file into the restaurant that I worked at while I was in college. The parents looked young, maybe thirty. My friend Nicole and I stood at the end of the bar gawking at them.
"Can you imagine?" Nicole said.
"No" I replied.
We watched as the hosts struggled with two high chairs, a booster and an endless pile of crayons. We both sighed in relief at the fact that we were bar tending that night, and therefore didn't have to take the "Chuck E. Cheese table", which is what we all lovingly called any table with more than three kids. "Who's gonna wear the rat costume today?"
"It's my goal in life to never own a double stroller." Those were my infamous words.
I have to find a new goal in life, since I am in the market for a double stroller. My son is not quite nine months old and I am pregnant. I'm not going to go into the details, but it is a "surprise". I figure the positive is that if I'm nursing and pregnant that my calorie intake can be somewhere in the hundred thousands. Okay, that's an exaggeration, but I figure anything with some nutritional content is game. Other positives? Hmmmmm.
- I can bathe both the little monkeys together, as soon as the baby can sit up.
- I have plenty of baby equipment.
- They'll be able to occupy one another, since they are so close in age.
- let just say I am ready to fax my application into "Supernanny". If you haven't seen that show, every episode features a family with too many children under the age of six.
- My sister's friend mentioned that I will be in "diaper hell". I know she is right.
- Overall I'm in danger of losing my mind.
Despite my worry regarding the situation, I am excited. I realize that a lot of people try very hard to get pregnant and never succeed. I've been lucky enough to just stumble into a pregnancy. A week ago this baby was not even a thought, but now she is a burgeoning presence. My heart is filled with hope for her, with love. Two years ago Barrett was not even a thought either, but now he is my little redheaded sidekick. He gives big open-mouthed kisses and tries to follow me everywhere. I want, more than anything, to be a good mommy to them both.
or side by side? I've got a few months to decide.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Friday, March 14, 2008
His name is Hans and he is an artist.
Two Sundays ago, while my husband was out on a call, there was a tornado four miles from my house. On the news they showed this giant red whirling thing right next to my little town, so.......I panicked and chaos ensued. I grabbed the baby, then the phone and a lighter(which I didn't need because there is one in the shelter) and proceeded to turn in circles. I tried coaxing the dogs into the cellar with peanut butter and crackers, but they wouldn't fall for it. I shoved Jules down the steps and she looked at me like I was trying to murder her. Dan took off and I had to chase him around the house, but he was terrified after seeing me push the other dog down the steps. I tried to physically pull him down, but with the baby still in my hands it was not going to happen. Time was going by and the longer it took, the more I was endangering my child, so I had to leave Dan and go to the shelter. Dan sat at the top of the cellar steps the entire time we had to stay (about fifteen minutes) howling. The baby kept trying to touch the moldy cellar walls and Jules just ate crackers the whole time, since I felt like I needed to make up for shoving her down the steps.I sat there and waited for the destruction to happen, but it didn't and my husband called to say that we could come up.
After that experience I have realized that I need to be more prepared if this happens again. We do keep supplies in the storm shelter, and I thought I had a general plan, but it turns out we need more than that. According to the experts we need to wear bicycle helmets!! Yes, so not only will I run around like an idiot, but I'll look stupid while doing it. My mom is moving to Oklahoma, so I think I should buy her a helmet for Mother's Day. I have a vision of her in a helmet, running through the house calling the cats. "Sally....Earl!! Willy....Perry!! Come on!! There's a storm" (Yes, four cats. She is borderline crazy-cat lady).
Monday, March 10, 2008
Frijoles, or beans
swelled to great furry apples
then came the harvest
Danny Boy when his apples were just beans
Friday, March 7, 2008
I saw this ridiculous thing on "Ellen" in her crazy inventions segment. I don't think it's so crazy. If I could figure out where I could order one, then I would do it. [Barrett, you've been lounging around, sucking ninny, playing and sleeping for eight and a half months now. This won't cut it in the real world. It's time that you became more productive.]
Barret is boycotting his high chair and his exersaucer. He demands to be on the floor where he can get into things. I put down a blanket and some toys on the kitchen floor so that he could be occupied while I did some tidying in the kitchen. He, of course, scooted his little butt off of the blanket and proceeded to draw in some flour that had spilled on the floor. I put him back on the blanket. I turn around and not ten seconds later I here a "ehhhhh....ehhhhhh". He is stuck under a kitchen chair. So, I pick him up and decide that our kitchen adventure is over. Barrett's socks and pants are disgusting, coated in crumbs, and dog hair, and yuck. I'm certain that department of human services would have taken him from me if anyone saw him at that moment. So, I thoroughly cleaned my kitchen floor yesterday, which was not an easy task. To my defense, we have old hard-wood floors that tend to disguise dirt and I just didn't realize it was that bad.
So, after an afternoon of vacuuming, scrubbing and mopping I have decided that this baby mop isn't such a bad idea. Not only will Barrett help maintain the cleanliness of my home, but he will "learn a sense of responsibility" as the package says. I wonder if they make one with the mop on the butt? He is a better scooter than crawler.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Here it goes..........
10 years ago:
I was sixteen and a sophomore in high school. I was preparing to go to Panama City, Florida with my two best friends, and one of my friend's mom. It was an epic spring-break trip. We managed to evade our supervision as much as possible. We drove my friend's mom's tan van to the beach every day and told college boys that we were 18 and our names were Candy, Barbie and Kiki (I was Kiki). I'm actually proud of how smart we were, considering. We never separated and never went anywhere questionable, like hotel rooms. I got really sunburnt and we gave each other bad highlights. That sums it up.
Oh, and I had to read Hamlet while we were there.
5 things on my to-do list today:
1. Trim the dogs' nails. (They have been severely neglected)
2.Make an appointment for Barrett's 9mo. checkup. (He turns on the 26th)
3.Clean the Kitchen Floor (This will likely take a couple hours)
4.Start making a grocery list
5.Pack at least 3 boxes (we are moving)
Things I would do if I were suddenly a billionaire:
- Buy an amazing beach house (Probably in the Outer Banks on one of the more remote islands like Pea island, so the husband can surf) and let my family and friends use it whenever they wished.
- Pay off all of my family's debts and give them enough money so that never have to worry.
- Start my own coonhound rescue.
- Buy a lot of land in remote areas. Keep it as an investment for my kids.
- Adopt a child out of foster care
- I would go to concerts whenever I felt like it. Radiohead is playing in Stockholm...sounds fun. I will go.
3 of my bad habits:
1.Leaving food out. (I get busy and forget. I made homemade pita bread this week and ruined it all, because I forgot to wrap it up.)
2.Cussing at the dog. (I really shouldn't let him frustrate me. He's only an animal)
3.I "flop" on furniture. My mother used to scold me for this, now my husband scolds me for the same reason. It's a real problem... I guess.
Jobs I've had:
- Swim instructor
- Waitress at an Irish pub
- Waitress/Bartender at California Pizza Kitchen (while I was in college)
- Tutor/counselor at the VCU writing center
- Waitress at an Italian restaurant
- Substitute teacher ( for only a couple weeks, since we moved immediately after I was hired)
5 thing people don't know about me:
- I watch "The Newlywed Game" every morning
- I snore loudly (well, my husband knows this)
- I hate shaving.
- I dance around my house like a moron on a regular basis.
- I have an irrational fear of my cellar.
If you have been tagged, it is because I find you interesting, not because I want to annoy you.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
I live for Tuesday mornings, because that is when the Woodward edition of tradio is on. I don't know what is going on in Woodward, or why it is different than most Western Oklahoma towns that have tradio editions. I do know that the Woodward callers are the best!!!
This is, verbatim, what one caller said this morning:
"Yeah. I'm looking to sell a 1984 Ford, Bronco. It runs, but has a door missing. Or, I will trade it for a small car, but the car doesn't have to run. Oh, and also I'm looking for a chihuahua."
The next caller is an elderly woman:
"I just called to tell you that you are doing a wonderful job."
The announcer hesitantly says: "Well, Thank you."
Just when I'm certain that the crazy train has taken off, a woman, who speaks incredibly slow, comes on.
"Yes. [long pause] I am looking for a number four. [longer pause] That goes on the wall.....on the wall of your house. ......on the outside. Mine fell, or somebody stole it. So, if anyone has a number four you can call me at ###-###. And to the person that stole that number four, I am going to find you."
In the middle of this woman's drawn out rant my phone begins to ring. It's my husband on the phone: "Are you listening to tradio?" He is calling to confirm that he is not hallucinating.
Disclaimer: If anyone that reads this is either from Woodward, Oklahoma or has friends that live there, then I am sorry. I'm sure that there are some nice, normal people that live in Woodward.
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Two types of people are home during this mid-day slump (according to the commercials): one type is the wholesome mother, and the other is a complete loser who flunked out of community college and is now permanently affixed to his mother's couch. Sometimes I forget which type I am and I think "Wow, I could become a medical assistant in just five weeks!", or "Could I really still sue that person who rear-ended me three years ago?" I think that I have trouble identifying with my "type" because I have never worn khaki pants, which are apparently the uniform of moms (I was sure that it was pajamas). Also, my house looks nothing like these commercial sets. I love how paper towel ads show the pristine female hand wiping up the one tiny spot of juice off of the otherwise immaculate kitchen counter. Come on!! Show me an unmanicured, dish-pan hand wiping a real counter with coffee stains and crusted flour on it. I would buy those paper towels, because they speak to me and my life.
All in all the commercials directed to me (the wholesome mother... I guess) are not nearly as interesting as the ones directed to those that suck at life. We are not questioning our career, or hoping to win a large sum of money via a shady lawsuit. We are merely trying to decide if we prefer huggies, or pampers. (I'm a huggies mom because they send me coupons and they don't leak.) We want to find ways to make our sheets fresher, our floor shinier, our dishes less streaky. At first thought the role of the American housewife as depicted by advertising companies is depressing. I don't choose to see it as such. I make the purchasing decisions for two adults, a baby and two dogs, which makes me powerful. This is why pampers, palmolive, clorox, pledge, gerber and others spend eight hours a day trying to butter me up (minus a few interruptions by scumbag lawyers and actual programming). The advertisers that prey on me know that I may not earn the income, but I spend the income and then hide the bank statement.