It’s Crap, Mommy

Little Man has hit That Age.

You know the one — where your sweet, innocent child has suddenly started spouting every bad word that you didn’t realize you were saying until you hear it from the other room.

Now, I try to be pretty careful about what I say. I’ve switched to the less-offensive “son of a biscuit”, “shoot”, “crud”, “dangit”, “farg” and “fark”. But ocassionally, I will slip.

Like I did last night while playing Lord of the Rings Online. My son likes to sit on my lap and watch, and point to the horsie and sword on my character’s screen.

“Crap!” I blurted, as my husband’s character was lagging badly.

“Crap mommy! It’s crap! It’s crap mommy! Crap? It’s crap? Crap!”


A Post of Daydream

I was inspired by Anymommy’s Brown Shiny House. I started to comment, then realized it would take up too much room.

My house isn’t shiny, it’s fuzzy. It’s fuzzy and green.

My house is fuzzy and green because it is Bag End.

At my green fuzzy house, there is always enough money.

At my green fuzzy house, electricity comes from the sun.

At my green fuzzy house, there is no washer and dryer to break because the wash is done by hand and hung on a line to dry.

At my green fuzzy house, there is a vegetable garden outside the kitchen.

At my green fuzzy house, all the windows face south.

At my green fuzzy house, there are horses and cows and sheep and goats and pigs and chickens and guineas and rabbits and cats and dogs and fish and rats and snakes and birds.

At my green fuzzy house, the kitchen always smells good.

At my green fuzzy house, I can be a stay-at-home mom all the time.

At my green fuzzy house, ALL of my children live there.

At my green fuzzy house, we can watch the sun rise and not be sleepy.

At my green fuzzy house, there is a reading nook with lots of books and sunshine.

At my green fuzzy house, there is a crafting and scrapbooking table with a place for everything and everything in its place.

At my green fuzzy house, projects get finished.

At my green fuzzy house, there is a tree with a tire swing and a treehouse.

At my green fuzzy house, the only sounds outside are natural.

At my green fuzzy house, the fireflies visit and there is no light pollution.

At my green fuzzy house, I am balanced.

Sunburn, Garlic, and Pesto

Right now in central Florida there is a huge strawberry festival going on. If you love strawberries, this is the place to go, in Plant City, where you can eat all kinds of horrible food. I love strawberries, but sadly (or perhaps happily, for my stomach) Mr. Hottie and I decided to skip the strawberry festival in favor of the Renaissance Festival.

Actually, we were going to go to MegaCon but the prospect of seeing boobs my kids boobs outdoors in a boobs fun boobs atmosphere outweighed boobs seeing Ray boobs Park again, who is really the only boobs one we wanted boobs to see anyway boobs. Oh, and the Ren Faire has corsets which equal boobs on a shelf. Need I say more.

We forgot sunscreen.

Thankfully, the anklebiter was wearing a hat and was in shade most of the time and thus only got a light pink across his nose and cheeks, and the spot on his forehead where his hair wasn’t. Mr. Hottie got a good dose on the back of his neck but not too bad for the most part. I got the reverse-raccoon/lobster effect. I think I’ll be staying inside the next few days. I’d post a picture but I’m feeling extra lazy right now.

While we were there, aside from paying an arm for a green beer for Mr. Hottie, and a leg for a small cup of mead for me, I spent a bunch of money on a sticker and plastic bead necklace. I threw a knife at a fence and hit the target. Go me! I also rode my first horse in about 14 years, under the premise of letting Little Man have his first warhorse ride. It made me really, really miss horseback riding, and of course the boy loved it.

We also bought overpriced pulled pork sandwiches and baby back ribs which were really too fatty, but the sauce was delicious. I also got to traumatize my daughter some more by putting her on the spot with the Fiddle Fairy. I swear I’m going to have to put that girl through therapy. She really, really needs some confidence boosters. We were only there about 4 hours but it was a good trip. Unfortunately, thanks to the wonderful world of I-4, it took us about an hour to get there, and FIVE HOURS to get home. Seriously? What the hell, Orlando? WHY DO YOUR ROADS SUCK SO BAD. We left the Ren Faire at 2:30 and pulled in just after 7:30. It took me five hours to drive about 80 miles.

I made several heads of roasted garlic the other day, and somehow managed to eat three of them before I realized what I was doing. Hey, the bread was -right there-. Anyway, roasted garlic is delicious, especially when smooshed with some butter and spread onto a warm piece of French bread.

I’ve successfully not killed my basil. In fact, my basil got so happy I was forced to trim a bunch off so it wouldn’t outgrow the pot. Of course, not wanting to waste the basil, I decided to make some pesto. I just happened to have some pine nuts from a sale a couple months ago, so I had everything I needed for the recipe I was using. It ended up being really, really tasty. Even I liked it, and I’m not much of a pesto person… well, not much of a dry-packet-of-powdered-crap-that-makes-pesto-flavored-stuff person. Even my kids ate this, though. I’m keeping an eye on my basil for the next batch, and I may have to re-pot soon.

My kidlet is in the early stages of potty training. I wish I could say that he’s taken to it like a duck to water, but that’s so rarely the case. Mainly I’m not exactly sure what to do. My mom has a suggestion, the diaper websites have suggestions, the baby websites have suggestions… It’s nuts.

I’m slacking school pretty badly. It’s hard to focus again. I wish the damn tax return would get here already.

I was going to go to BlogHer

But then my much anticipated $5409 tax return that I was supposed to get on February 16th was delayed. “Something was incomplete,” said the kind person on the phone when I called for an explanation. “How can that be? I filed electronically?” “It just happens sometimes,” she replied, with sympathy. I thanked her and was instructed to keep an eye out for a letter from the IRS detailing my omission, which I was to complete and return with all speed, whereupon it would be processed and I would get my return within 6 – 8 weeks.

I owe my dentist in the neighborhood of $1600 on March 8th, only because they were willing to do the work on me when I assured them I’d be getting my tax return this month. Now I’ll have to put off the rest of the work until I get the check, which just stinks. It’s hard enough to eat as it is, so I might be going back on a liquid diet for a while. Hey, I needed to lose weight, right?

Speaking of losing weight, I was doing really well on my diet. I had gotten down to 182, then the tooth problems started happening. It’s really hard to chew certain things when teeth are hurting on both sides. I ate a lot of ramen. Subsequently, I gained some of the weight back. I’m not terribly upset, I was expecting it, after all, and I didn’t gain THAT much back. I’m still under 190, at least. We were going to try to pick up the diet again on Monday, but the lack of tax return has put us in the dubious possession of a big fat goosegg in our bank account until payday, which is next Friday. Thankfully, everything that was coming out automatically has already come out, so we won’t be overdrafting anything. I don’t mind having no money, it’s when I get in the red that I start to get upset at myself.

We did just join Sam’s Club (definitely worthwhile, if only for their $1.77 a pound boneless, skinless chicken breasts. What a deal!) and stocked up, so we’re fine for groceries. I have a full tank of gas, so I know we’ll be just fine. It’s just annoying that I was told when I submitted my taxes that it was fine and the IRS had accepted it, and it was being processed. “You should recieve your return on the 16th” proclaimed the website, right up until the day of. When the day passed and there was no deposit, I started getting nervous. Oh well, now it’s just a waiting game.

As I write this I can hear my daughter playing Edvard Grieg’s “Morning Mood” on the violin. She started taking lessons at the beginning of the school year in August/September, and she’s progressed amazingly fast. She’s auditioned for and gotten into a special pop strings group at school. They do stuff like Crocodile Rock, it’s pretty cute. I’m just so proud of her and I hope she keeps it up. When my 2 older kids come to stay with me for summer, I’m going to try to find her a place to continue lessons. My middle son wants to dance, so I’m going to try to find lessons for him too. He needs some way to burn off lots of energy.

The past few days have been difficult for me mentally. Since the 16th, I’ve been depressed and had horrible insomnia, coupled with a few incidents of erratic heart behavior. I was at the doctor’s yesterday and got a prescription for Lunesta. It’s a a love/hate relationship as I get used to the stuff again. The first night it zonked me out in ten minutes but left me groggy for several hours after I woke up. Last night it took me a half hour to fall asleep, but I only stayed groggy for about a half hour when I woke up. The main thing I don’t like about Lunesta is that it leaves a funny taste in my mouth all day. Tonight I think I’m going to try taking just half. I was suppose to go get tested for ADD/ADHD on Wednesday, but of course, suddenly did not have the money for the test.

On the good side, I did get one bill paid off completely, so that’s one out of the way. When the tax return comes in, we should be able to pay off almost all of the medical bills. I’m so excited about that. We’re well on our way to being out of debt. We’ll even have my truck paid off in about 2 years, just in time to be looking to move up to Alabama. Ugh. I can’t wait to get up there and have a house with some land that I can make my attempts to be self-sufficient on.

I’ve rambled enough for now, I think. I wish I could afford to have someone do a site for me that didn’t involve a .wordpress. domain name.

One Eighty Two

Disclaimer: Denise Austin has no idea who I am, and probably could care less that I’m talking about her book on my blog. I certainly haven’t been paid for it.

When the New Year rolled around, I weighed 200 pounds. I’m 5’3″. It was the heaviest I’d ever been in my life, and I didn’t like it. My husband told me I was still sexy, that I wasn’t fat (bless his heart, I was 125 and a size 8 or so when we met), but I was. I could feel it in the way my knees would scream every time I went up and down stairs. I could feel it in the way it was hard to breath when I bent over to put on my shoes… oh, and the fact that I had to sit down to put on my shoes. It was evident in the pantry and fridge. We just weren’t eating the way I wanted. We weren’t eating -healthy-, and I was tired of it.

I read a lot of magazines, and in one of the magazines I read about a new diet plan. Only it wasn’t really a “you can’t eat this” kind of diet, it was a “change the way you eat” kind of diet. Exactly what I was looking for. It’s kind of like Weight Watchers, but without the stupid point counting. Weight Watchers always made me think “Oh, I get 20 points? I’ll just eat 20 of those little 1-point brownie things”.

Anyway, this plan, by Denise Austin, is called Denise’s Daily Dozen. It is, in a word, EASY. It’s an utter no-brainer. Follow her plan, you will lose weight. My husband and I are both doing it. There were a couple days at the beginning where we were hungry, but it was tolerable. Most of the meals are really fab and there’s a ton of room for flexibility, thank goodness, because a couple of the meals are… well… yuck. Personally, if I NEVER have goat cheese again it will be too soon. Blech.

We started on… ohhh.. I want to say something like January 7th. I’m now down to 182. That’s EIGHTEEN pounds, folks. I never, ever thought it would lose this weight. I’m still what I would consider “out of shape” because it’s hard to exercise when there’s an active anklebiter running around, but I do it when I can.

It feels good to finally be getting off my ass, so to speak. Here’s to another eighteen pounds.

New year, new beginnings, new procrastination

Well, only halfway through the month this time. I was actually thinking about waiting until the 31st so I’d have an entire month to put off from posting.

Yes, we’ve made some resolutions. Not many, and not ones like “I won’t procrastinate anymore” because everyone knows that resolutions like that are bullshit.

We’ve resolved to get out of debt (mostly, there’s pretty much no way to speed up the truck payment) by October. Definitely doable.
We’ve resolved to eat healthier, eat at home more, and work out more. So far we’ve successfully done this for 8 days. It’s a record, really, and I’m so proud of both of us that we haven’t broken, haven’t said “Oh fuck it, let’s just get Wendy’s”. I’ve made breakfast, lunch and dinner every day (except for today, when I didn’t want to get out of my warm bed and Mr. Hottie had to make his own damn frozen waffles), and it’s been really enjoyable. We’re getting a lot of use out of an electric grill we purchased earlier in the year. I’m so glad to be finally using this stuff instead of it sitting in the pantry collecting dust.

There are cravings, but they are manageable.

Little Man turned two a couple weeks ago. It’s hard to believe. Two already! He knows more signs than I can count off the top of my head, and is slowly learning more words. The other day I taught him how to say “Bilbo”, “Gandalf”, and “Mordor”. Every child should know these!

I got my 11-year-old daughter’s ears pierced as a Christmas present. I didn’t take her to a booth in the mall, oh no, I took her to a REAL piercing parlor, complete with giant needles and corks. She did fantastic, considering. My 8-year-old son declared he is NEVER getting his ears pierced. Never say never, kid. Anyway, my daughter picked out a really pretty blue optical cat’s eye type of bead to go on her hoops, and it really looked great. She’s growing up so damn fast!

My 8-year-old is starting to behave better now. This is a good thing, and I’m really proud of him. I just hope he continues on this good streak. Maybe we’re finally having an impact on his behavior. I hope so!

Math is starting to get interesting. While I’m not enjoying all aspects of it, I have noticed I’ve been having fun doing a couple things, and feel really good when I get a right answer without too much help. As time goes on, I expect to need less and less help. I’ll beat this thing down yet!

Then I’ll get to tackle javascript and a science project. Woo hoo!

Oh yeah, and I’ve lost 10 pounds already. 🙂


I was reading a blog today over at Okay, Fine, Dammit, and it got me thinking.

My thoughts went something along the lines of “I should post on my blog more” to “I should really get with Hottie and launch our joint blog” to “I don’t have time for that stuff right now, I’m busy with school” to “No one wants to read my bullshit anyway” to “Yeah, why write if no one cares? I don’t need a diary, I already know what I do every day” to “Just write something, already!” to “Fuck you, I’m not writing anything until I’m done with this term!”

Then my inner voices got into an animated fight complete with dust clouds and random limbs sticking out with “#@%$&!” popping out here and there.

Then I ate half a bag of Pepperidge Farm Chocolate Chunk Brownie cookies and I felt better.

Voltron Made Me Cry Today

I’m one of those people carrying around a lot of nostalgia. I have fond memories of growing up in California, and the things I did and played with. I’ve been watching a lot of instant play on Netflix, and I saw they had a couple of my favorite childhood shows (Voltron and Airwolf). I’ve been watching Season 1 of Voltron.

I’ve you’ve seen this, you know they don’t actually get to FORM Voltron until the 4th or 5th episode. I tell you what, I don’t know if it’s because it’s that time of the month or what, but when I watched that part I started crying and laughing.

I remember thinking the die cast Voltron – you know, the giant one that could be used as a deadly weapon when assembled? – was the COOLEST TOY EVER™ My mom got me one of the little plastic ones for Christmas and I thought it was awesome too. Now that I’m an adult, if I can get my hands on a die cast Voltron, I’m so doing it.

This post was a little more rambling than I wanted, but oh well. I’ll do better next time 😉

I am a Gamer Geek (not really)

I’ve pretty much been focusing on the Little Man, and life in general, my health and things like that in this blog. But I feel like I really should be writing about all aspects of myself. I do tend to censor a little because I’m not totally comfortable with the idea yet, but I’m getting there. My last post was a HUGE step for me, and probably one of the hardest.

Yesterday I saw something about an upcoming Prince of Persia movie (actually it was a picture of Jake Gyllenhaal all buffed out). Yet another video game movie, but this one has promise. It’s NOT directed by Ewe Boll.

Now, I’ve never played the Prince of Persia games. I’ve looked over Mr. Hottie’s shoulder while he’s been playing them, but I tend to not play that kind of game. In fact I haven’t played a lot of the games that are out mainly due to the fact that we didn’t have a TV until last December, and we don’t own any consoles. Yet. (I have big plans for a 52″ Aquos with PS3, Xbox, and Wii). So my gaming experience lately has pretty much been City of Heroes and whatever random Popcap game sucks me in for the week. However, I can appreciate a good game flick.

Prince of Persia looks like it might be a good game flick, just based off a few things. One: Jake Gyllenhaal. Two: Jerry Bruckheimer. Three: NOT Ewe Boll.

There’s not much available to check into. I can’t find what I’d consider to be a ‘real’ trailer, so the only things out there are a couple of interviews and on the set teasers. Still, it looks like it could be very good.

I started a Netflix trial the other day and immediately found one of the movies I grew up on. I swear I used to watch this thing at least once a month, and I remember my dad letting me stay up late to watch it. Yellowbeard! Truly a classic Monty Python people but not Monty Python brand movies. I highly recommend it to anyone with a warped sense of humor. I plan on introducing my kids to it when they visit again. Mua-hah-hah!

An Important Update

I was looking back over my past couple posts and boy have things changed for me over the past few weeks! This will be a small update simply because so much has happened I’ll need to think about it all before I post it and make it pretty.

Here are the primary things:

There’s no way I’d be able to keep all this straight if it weren’t for the Outlook Calendar. My life is ruled by recurring events and alarms.

We’re in a new apartment now, much bigger than the old place. Unpacking is going slowly because I have so much other stuff on my plate, but we’re getting there. My kids are coming to visit this weekend and we get an extra day due to Monday being a holiday. I just hope I can get their room cleared of boxes before they show up.

I was rescued from Kaplan at the last minute by a friend from LOTRO who told me about Western Governor’s University. I really can’t say enough good things about this school. They’re competency based so you won’t progress unless you can prove what you know. No slack off passing here.  One of the hardest things for me to adapt to is the fact that there is no homework. You’re evaluated strictly based on your competency on the final assessment for each class. It’s a wonderful change from feeling like you MUST do something, especially when some of the information is stuff I already know and don’t need to worry about it. I have a presentation to do for one class, and I’m already prepping to take my CIWv5 certification, the first of many that are included in the tuition cost of my degree program.

Griffon is officially a toddler now. He’s all over the place and trying to climb up to get things that are out of his reach. This is pretty damn amazing considering back in December we weren’t sure if he’d ever be able to stand on his own, let alone walk.

In the scraps of my deviantart page is my first of many practice sketches. I’ve given myself an hour on Tuesdays and Thursdays for art specifically, so I’ll be spending part of the time on the 6×6 30 second sketches, and the rest on inking and coloring. I have a lot of stuff in progress that I’ve been meaning to finish for a long time now, and by golly, I’m gonna do it.

Work is work. Since my financial aid hasn’t kicked in yet (dang slow governmental processes) I had a bit of a panic the other day when I realized that we didn’t have enough money to cover this month’s tuition. Fortunately, I was able to get a balance increase on a credit card I’d paid off several months ago (and cut up), as well as a new card FedEx, so now I’m good for another month. Here’s hoping my Pell Grant and GI Bill kick in before June 25th.

Hopefully I’ll remember to post interesting things HERE instead of over at deviantart.

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