Scream Cheese

Betcha thought I disappeared.  I was trying to enjoy what little sun we got this weekend.

And then I got sucked into real world life for a while here I suppose. I had a very busy week last week at work and at home. Now I'm just trying to have one day with nothing to do. I have a slight headache which  I am hoping will go away soon. I really need to get myself a real bed. This sleeping on the couch deal isn't very good for my body.

I finally got to talk to my granddaughter. She is so cute. She just kept saying WOW! because of the toys she had to play with at my brother's house.  She was mumbling something and I couldn't really hear her, I could tell some words but not others. Then she wouldn't give my brother his phone back after she was done talking. It was funny listening to her giggle and talk to his daughters. I was cracking up at them all.

Work has been good. I got a raise and a bonus. I'm feeling so blessed right now. True money doesn't fix everything but it sure helps to pay the bills.  I told my friend at work that I wonder if my boss is spying on my home computer, I was joking of course, because I was telling my friend lately that I was looking for another job.

Think I'll stay a while now.

I just didn't feel appreciated. Two years at the same job with no raise, but a greatly appreciated bonus last year. Sure she'd tell me what an excellent employee I am and how good  I am with the children, but compliments don't pay bills.

That's what I was thinking at the time anyway.

So I have a fresh start here, new car, some new clothes in the future for the kids and I as well as the opportunity to look for a new place to live.  This past weekend my poor daughter lost four of her best friends(you know how all your friends are your best friends at that age) to new homes. So now she has no one to play with out in the neighborhood. I'm hoping like hell the new neighbors below us are just as kind as the ones who lived there.   I almost cried when I found out they were leaving. Hard to find good neighbors...especially when you live on the second floor with noisy boys.

She never complained ever about my boys being noisy although I never complained about her sons loud music.  I listen to what he listens to anyway, some of that metal screamo stuff. So it's all good ya know?

At work last week I was opening one of the kids lunches and this little girl had some string cheese in it. I like to be creative not only at art, but at lunchtime as well. My favorite thing to do with the string cheese is to make little palm trees for the kids which makes them eat the cheese. I just pull strings of cheese down all around and voila'! a string cheese tree. Wow that's a tongue twister. Kind of reminds me of my favorite Dr. Seuss book, Fox in Socks, which you need to buy.  Even if you don't have children, it makes for a fun time when one is drinking with friends. Try reading that after a few shots of tequila, and read it quickly.   There is a line in there that says, "Through three cheese trees freezy breeze blew, and freezy breeze made these three cheese trees freeze.." or something like that. I just read it this week to our class.  Fun book. Good times with my oldest (who is now 22) with that book. I had that book memorized and still remember some of the parts when we read it in class.

I loved Dr. Seuss and still do. Happy Belated Birthday Seuss. You were a child's(and ..ahem..adult's) poetic genius.

Oh, so anyway, the little girl says to me, "Miss Barb can you open my scream cheese?"

Scream cheese....okay...withhold the laughter at the expense of the poor kid's self-esteem.  I had to look away. Then I looked at my friend who was at her table with her kids and  I almost lost it.

So I opened her scream cheese and then she tells me, "Can you make me a tree?"

Of course I can. I am the scream cheese tree-making guru.  Look out Van Gogh, I'm gonna put scream cheese art on the map here.

Maybe I can tuck the strings inside toward the cheese and make a flower.

Hmmm....*thinks really hard on how to accomplish this feat*.....I'll have to work on that one.

Forget balloon art for kids, I've got something better. I draw smiley faces on their pizza lunchables, make trees out of cheese, what's next?? ooo...I know....how about I try using their hummus and crackers to build a house???

Nope...too involved.

I can't believe the weekend is over. It rained on us pretty good this weekend. Friday was like Hurricane Vegas out there. The winds were whipping trees and branches all over the place. I think I saw a cow fly by the window on one occasion. My wind chimes were going crazy, as was my patio furniture and the rain was just coming down in great force. By Saturday the sun came out only to disappear yesterday for a good portion of the day. It was dreary out and chilly and I didn't feel like doing much of anything really.

Mother Nature needs a Midol I think.

This non-stop snow out in the Midwest and the Eastern states is crazy. My mom and family back home will be shoveling out snow until June at the rate they are going. Sad thing is, once all that snow melts, you have to worry about flooding. It will be like watching a global warming movie about the ice caps in the arctic tundra in real time. We've got earthquakes in Texas, snow in the Midwest and East, and rain pounding the west coast. Talk about being a melting pot of diversity when it comes to people in America we are also a melting pot of weather events as well.

This song popped into my head as I was writing about these somewhat annoying and semi-catastrophic weather related events:




I couldn't help it. Love this song by the way, love the group even more. Good music from good times in my life.  I'm sure the people stuck back east in all that snow are probably singing this song in their heads many a day the past month or so.  Talk about freezy breezes blowing through trees making your cheese scream, all that snow would make some people(except me of course) want to burst a blood vessel in anger and frustration.

Okay, I need to get ready for work.

I'll be back soon.

I just had nothing really interesting to flap my jaws about lately. Not that this is earth-shattering, controversial type of information, but being this is my "online diary of quirky and sometimes not so quirky posts" I thought I'd share a little tidbit of info about my past week/end so you know I'm still sucking air here.

Have a great day!!!! It's Monday!

Busy, Busy, Busy Little Bee...That's Me

I finally registered my car.

I'm good to go until 2015. 

Yay me!!!

Although the wait at the DMV was enough to put me in a standing coma. I kid you not. I couldn't sit, there were way too many people there in those chairs, and the energy floating around that place made me uneasy. I know I was uneasy because I was gnawing on my straw. I don't EVER gnaw on my straw, haven't gnawed on a straw since I was probably in high school, but I had gnawed that sucker to death and I'm surprised that I could still get soda out of it it was clamped so tight.  

This one woman kept giving me this evil look; like I was trying to steal her boyfriend or something. I wanted to say "Honey, two things here. Number one he's not as hot as you think he is and two I have better things to do with my time like register my car so go get a life."

Then there was a couple with a kid sitting in front of where I was standing.  They were practically making out and I thought the guy was going to suck the skin off of the woman's face. Geeze people, get a damn room, your PDA is grossing me out here.

I didn't like the fact that I had to stand for 90 minutes, but it sure beat listening to the music these women behind me were listening to on their phone while I sat in a chair for only 10 minutes.  

Apparently it was a cover of Toni Braxton's, Unbreak My Heart. I had flashbacks to my early 20's when that song started playing. And whoever was singing it, was really, really off key. That's when I decided to get out of the chair, because  I felt myself wanting to turn around and tell those women to "shut that shit off please."

And that is not like me AT...ALL.

My number was 927 when I got there they were only on 617. I had a while to go. 

While I'm standing near the doorway of the DMV, this guy comes barreling down the aisle mumbling "Jesus F****N Christ!"  I've seen too many Bruce Willis and Denzel Washington movies to let my thoughts wander about this guy. I had to think a happy thought...I want to bake mini cheesecakes. What do I need to buy at the store? Which store will I go to?.....

And there was this mom there with her son. We shall call him Joey for the purpose of this blog post. I heard him tell the little old lady behind me what his name was. Anyway, poor little Joey had his fill of the DMV and apparently so did his mother. Although I wasn't really all that fond of Joey's mother, I kind of felt a tiny bit bad for her having to endure Joey's restlessness, because I have been where she was myself many a time. 

Joey was about 3 1/2 with curly dark hair and cute as a button. Joey decided to play with the payphone, yelling into it then slamming it, then screaming.  Then he decided he was going to run around in circles rather quickly, oblivious to the people around him as he continued to twirl around. His mom proceeded to call him crazy, and also a brat and at one point said to him, "What the hell are you doing?"  Okay, I will raise my hand and say that yes, I have had a motherly meltdown in public before, but swear words are not allowed, nor is name calling.

This poor kid just wanted to go. He was bored, and I wanted to try and help her calm the kid down, but I was still too busy gnawing on my straw. I did look in my purse to see if I had a hot wheel or paper and crayons or something to give the kid to entertain him, but I had nothing. Nothing but gum that had fallen out of the box it was in(my purse smelled really minty) and a bunch of receipts from about 10 different transactions at my grocery store and the local Walgreens.

Then they finally got their number called. I'm still standing by the door and next thing I know I see Joey zipping in and out of the line cords they had set up for the lanes to get to information.  He is zipping up then down then up again. Some woman said, "Are you looking for your mom?" I yelled to Joey, "Hey Joey, your mom is over there!" and I pointed to where his mom was now standing and I could tell this was probably going to be his last trip to the DMV from the look on her face.

Grandma will be taking Joey to the park or zoo next time.

My number was finally up. I was so happy. Although I couldn't dance for joy if I wanted to because my legs felt like Jello from being so tense and standing so long and my feet hurt. I was tired and I just wanted to go.  Finally got my tags and I was out the door by 4:30. Did I mention the DMV closes at 4??

Went to the grocery store.Got some fish that was on sale, just one, because it was just me here tonight.  I headed to produce  and noticed they didn't have my orange peppers that I like to use to cook my rice with. So I walk over with a yellow pepper and ask the produce guy, "Hey, I know this is going to sound like a really stupid question, normally I use the orange peppers, but you don't have any are these any spicier or do they taste the same?" 

Dude looks at me, grabs the pepper, slices it with the box cutter he is using and hands me a piece. I took a bite and he looks at me and says, "Taste any different?" I said, "Nope."

And I walked away and thanked him for the sample.

He ate the rest of the pepper by the way like he was eating a Granny Smith apple or something.

If only he were good looking, this could have been a love story in the making. Perhaps I could write a fictional book about it. I could hear the trailer for the movie now...."They shared produce, now they share a bed."

*I'm laughing out loud to myself here. I know, I know. I need to get out more. But I couldn't help it, what I just wrote was really funny to me and it was so funny that I even snorted a tiny bit when I laughed...beats peeing my pants I suppose*

Oh, so anyway, I'm walking through the store singing with Lionel Richie as I'm walking through the aisles, he wasn't really there of course, but he was on the music player thingy in the store, anyway, I get my fish and I get my soda, and I get some rice and I leave with my purchases. As I walk out the door there is this little girl scout in her little green uniform who asks the person in front of me if they'd like to buy some cookies. They said "No," and kept walking. I said, "I WILL!" and waved to her. So I got myself a box of Peanut Butter Patties. 

Yum, Yum, Yum!!!

As I was driving home I stopped in a Walgreen's parking lot.  I don't know what made me do this, but I checked my bags for all my groceries. I couldn't find my Fish!!!! I was not happy. I checked the front floor of my car, nothing. Dammit! I didn't want to lose fish in my car. It would be like that scene from grumpy old men(good movie and yes I realize the title of a movie should be capitalized but I'm too lazy to go back and fix it). So I find my receipt and call the store. Of course they have it, still on the counter near the cashier, but I am almost home now. Now I'm mad. Well, not really mad, annoyed is more like it. Thankfully they said I could go to the store that was closer to where I live and get my fish replaced.

So I go to the meat department after checking with the front manager who I know pretty well after shopping there since I moved here two years ago. The damn kid behind the counter is washing dishes. He sees me through the window and makes me wait. I will be honest I don't like the guys in this meat department. They aren't very helpful at all. And the dude in charge back there on nights, is cocky. I heard him talking to an older customer one time about "how important" he is. 

*eye roll*

Whatever dude.

I felt like I was annoying these guys by asking them to separate the fish for me from the prepacked meat department packaging into a single fillet. Because I told them I was replacing just one that they didn't bag at the other store and showed him my receipt. 

Why does this feel like I'm saying more than I need to about the stupid fish here?

So I finally get home.

I put away what needs to be refrigerated. I eat the  California Roll that I bought and I peruse my Facebook. Now I'm just sitting here deciding if I want to go to bed now, at 8:15, or bake those mini cheesecakes, or just go watch TV.

Decisions, Decisions.

The complicated life of the single woman home alone on a Saturday night with no kids to keep her company.

*(sigh)*

I think I'm going to go to bed, wake up early tomorrow, bake and do some more cleaning.

Today was too busy for me.  Seriously it was.

I need a mani/pedi.

Yeah, right. My idea of a mani/pedi is putting lotion on my hands when they get so dry they burn from washing them a hundred times a day at work, and cutting my toenails when they begin to curl.

JUST KIDDING!!! I cut my toenails on a regular basis. I can't stand long toenails...drives me insane.

I know I shouldn't have to post about the fact I was kidding, but you never know these days, some people will start a rumor about me not cutting my toenails until they curl and I'll end up on the cover of the Enquirer and next it will be CNN and pretty soon I'll lose my job simply because people said I let my toenails curl before I cut them.

Wasn't I leaving?

I was leaving... how the hell did I get on the topic of toenails?

This is what happens when I need sleep. You'd think I am drunk but I swear to you I'm not.

????

Good Night.

Meh....

I'm procrastinating here.

I should be cleaning and I'm about to shower and head out the door but I am waiting on my laundry to dry. So here I sit....

Blogging.

My favorite past time. 

My head is a little better this morning after crying my eyeballs out last night and then talking with my granddaughter's mom last night. My heart still hurts for all of them, but my head is at least functioning a little better today.

I was talking with my daughter yesterday before school.  And of course I'm on the potty trying to do my business in there, and she opens the door and starts telling me about this girl from school and what she said to her on the playground. I gave her this look of raised eyebrows and a grin and she says, "Oh, I should wait huh?" and she shuts the door, then she opens it up again and begins talking about the girl from school as though my being on the toilet is not reason enough for her to wait and the look I gave her never happened.

So I listened to her carry on with her story.

Apparently some girl made a crack about my daughter's jeans.  These manufacturers clearly have never tried placing the clothing they make for little girls on an actual girl, but rather store bought mannequins that have bottoms the size of Mars to hold them up. Because my poor daughter is a skinny little thing, and any jeans that are on her hiney slide right down her. Belt or no belt, doesn't matter, they seem to have a mind of their own. What kid at age 9 by the way, needs a "low rise" pair of jeans for that matter? They all seem to be cut just barely below the hip line.

*shakes head*

So my poor daughter tends to wear longer shirts to alleviate the sliding drawers syndrome she is plagued with when she wears jeans(thank God shorts season is just around the corner those fit her much better believe it or not) so as not to reveal anything that needs not to be revealed,  and apparently one nasty little girl in her class told her, "Why do you wear those I can see your butt!"

Well, I told my daughter "next time she says that to you, or anyone says that to you, simply say 'What the heck are you doing lookin' at my butt?' then laugh and walk away."

Then she proceeds to tell me she never thinks of things to say to come back with when kids are mean. I told her I am the same way and usually have an arsenal of things "I should have said"...after the fact.

I told her people are going to be mean and frankly she needs to learn the motto, Kill 'em with kindness.

Words to live by.

Why do kids need to be so mean anyway?

I explained this to my daughter why bullies bully others.

*They have low self-esteem and making people feel bad about themselves makes them feel powerful.

*They are attention seekers. They want everyone to know they exist. Thing is what the bullies don't realize is that more than half the people who see them existing don't really like them.

*Maybe they are picked on at home.  If that's the case refer to the kill 'em with kindness idea.  They need more love and not necessarily attention.

*Girls are especially mean because it's just part of their nature sometimes. Anyone who has ever seen the movie Mean Girls can relate to what I'm saying here.  Some girls just want to fit in while other girls want to be the one everyone wants to fit in with.  Again, it's that whole "look at me and notice how pretty and popular" thing most(not all) girls long for growing up.

*Hormones...enough said there.

My daughter then told me about a boy in her class, who last year, decided to tell all his friends and the whole second grade class that my daughter was his girlfriend. She didn't want to tell me about it because I know the kids aunt and we are friends(more like acquaintances at this point). I told her that she(my daughter obviously) comes first, before friends. I will talk to the aunt who can talk to the mom if she wants me to. She said he didn't do it this year. I told her she should be flattered that this boy thinks she is pretty, but it wasn't nice of him to do that. I told her obviously if they don't sit at lunch together, and they don't talk on the playground then clearly they are not boyfriend and girlfriend(too funny in second grade, but scary because these kids really do have "boyfriends and girlfriends" in second grade).  All the kids will see that she is not dating this boy( I had to giggle when I wrote that...sorry...dating?? really??In second grade??  Their version of dating: "Can I buy you a chocolate milk and will you go out on the playground with me and play dodgeball?..seriously??)

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My kids stopped by with their dad this afternoon to pick up some of their clothes and blankets to take back to dad's house. I have to say that he seemed a bit out of sorts and although I don't worry about the guy, he did have me somewhat concerned as he was deep in thought and looked rather tired or "not well" in my opinion. I do hope the guy's alright, he's not my best friend by any means, but we get along for the most part and he is my kids' dad so I hope he is okay there.   He said he was just tired.

Hope that is the case and he's fine.
For the kids sake and his too anyway.

Well, five days until the premiere of season 2 of my Vikings. Goodness I can't wait to get my Ragnar and Lagertha fix in. I'm anxious to see what Lagertha does to Ragnar when she finds out that he had a "feast" (so to speak) with another woman.

This should be interesting.

Okay, not exactly my greatest blog here. But my mind is still swirling with different things and I need to do some stuff today that requires getting in the car and driving.

Not too thrilled about that at all.

But it must be done.

Have a great weekend.

I'll try and post something more comical later.

I'm just not "feelin' it" right now.

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Oh, The Tears....

The past couple of days have been very worrisome for me.    I've managed to "fake happiness" for the sake of my job and the kids in my room surprisingly, but truth be told I'm a mental mess in my head.    Something happened this week that affects my granddaughter and her sister. I won't go into detail at all about this, due to the legal nature of it,  except to say that I hope that things work out and they find happiness once again where they should.   I want to shake my son into soberness and make him wake up and grow up and get a grip on life and reality. However, this is not going to happen simply by the wave of my hand as if to brush fairy dust over the situation, nor will any amount of prayer matter either.  I've tried to help him so many times, even offered to let him stay with me and try to find a program to get him clean.
"He's not an addict," he says. "He has no problem with drugs," he says.
*throws hands in air*
It's like watching a train wreck in very slow motion take place.   I'm trying really really hard to keep it together here, and like I told my mother the other day on the phone "Worrying about it won't fix it either."
So I try not to worry about it, and just keep busy.
Thing is though, the weekend is coming and my three kids won't be here and it will be quiet and I will have time to think.  I already know what will happen:
1.  I will have a major cry fest no doubt.   2. I will try to figure out, in my head,  why what happened had happened.   3.  I will hope for a phone call from someone back home regarding this issue, if there is anything I can do to help or  in the hopes something good will come from all of this.   4.  I will still be waiting for that call come Monday morning.  A call that will probably never happen and have me worrying and crying even more.   I just sent my grandbaby and her sister a package for my grandbaby's birthday last week. Unfortunately she won't get it...   ...at least not for the time being.   That makes me want to cry even more.   But I won't.   I feel the tears in the front of my eyeballs right now.   But I won't cry, because if  I do I won't be able to stop it.   So I wait...   And hope...   And try so damn hard to remain positive and hope things work out for the best.   If you believe in positive energy, healing energy, prayer, whatever it is you call it....send some to my granddaughter and her family.   They need it more than you know.        

What a Weekend!

Had a really good weekend with my kids.

Despite the bedtime fiasco of Saturday with the sleepover(check two posts ago) the whole weekend was fun. We did end up going golfing, because I realized that taking away a fun family day simply because they disregarded a bedtime issue was a bit extreme. I woke my one son up early and my other son wasn't able to go outside with my son and their friend to play because he was still sleeping. So that was punishment enough for both of them I thought.

We did go mini golfing, then we headed to this cool retro 60's themed restaurant for some dessert. A photo of Jimi Hendrix was atop the restroom door on the wall and peace signs and those flower power stickers were everywhere. I felt like I was five again. God, I miss that era in clothes, designs and music.  They had games for the kids to play, magic 8 ball and a rubik's cube as well to play for the kids and those who are "kids at heart". We got a dessert that was two giant doughnuts filled with Raspberry, Peanut Butter and Banana topped off with dehydrated bananas and a huge scoop of ice cream with chocolate syrup drizzled all over it.

My boys tore into that thing(we shared the whole plate, it was huge) and I kept telling them to slow down and savor it, because #1 there were four of us partaking of this delectable dessert and #2 they'll get a huge stomach ache from all that doughy, sugary richness. 

After that we went back home and I made steaks and mashed potatoes and gravy with some mini wheat bread and cole slaw.  We played some foosball, and watched some TV. Breakfast Club was on and we sat and watched that movie. It was on Family Channel, and they didn't exactly edit it enough for me, being on a so called "family channel" but I just explained what certain things were when they asked me to. Like the word "Virgin", it's in the bible and they read it, so I associated it with that. "It's a woman who hasn't had sex, just like Mary in the bible." 

They aren't getting any younger and I'd much rather explain things to them than to have some 10 or 11 year old kid explain it with some totally "out there" explanation.  I want my kids to be comfortable talking to me about normally taboo topics, ESPECIALLY sex.  Drugs and drinking follow behind that topic and of course dating, and how my boys should treat a girl and how a girl should be treated so my daughter understands.  Because as scary as it it, my kids(my boys in particular) have already come to me with questions about things kids in their 4th grade class have said to them that they have no clue what it means(about sex) or they tell me about kids who do drugs. 

That is scary.

Where are these kids parents?

Anyway, yesterday we went to a friend's house and they played with her kids and my friend and I chatted with each other. Then after about four hours of being there, we had to go as it was dark and getting late and her kids needed to go to bed and so did mine.

We went to get some sandwich bags at the store and I got some granola bars for their lunches for today. As I walked down the card aisle there was this weird looking guy kneeling by the cards and he looked at me and smiled...creepy....and I just smiled and kept walking. Well, when I went to get my kids from the toy aisle, I briefly passed by him again and he is grinning at me. I didn't smile back that time.  He gave me a bad feeling. I watched him walk out the door and could see him out of the corner of my eye as I talked to the kids he was still looking at me.

As I was thinking about that guy this morning, this song popped into my head:





I'm glad that whole event is over.  Creeped me out royally.  I made sure he didn't follow us home, I glanced around for people in their cars and people standing around and he was nowhere to be found. I even checked my rearview mirror to make sure he wasn't behind us as I entered our community.

Scary.

Weirdo.

So now it's Tuesday. Only four days left to go until another weekend. I can't wait either. I will be cleaning up like crazy and maybe spend the day at the DMV registering my car. I don't know yet though, I might wait until the end of the month. I'm just too lazy this week to be honest. 

Well, have a lovely Tuesday. If you are in the midwest or eastern states, please stay safe and be extra careful this week. As if Mother Nature hasn't shown enough of her wrath on humanity in the from of deadly arctic temps and tons of snow, now she's decided she is going to clear it all away in one fell swoop with severe thunderstorms to boot.

Lovely.

Let's give Mother Nature a Xanax or something. Chocolate perhaps? Someone plant a cocoa tree in your backyard, along with some coffee trees and vanilla beans or something.  She is a tad bit hormonal these days it seems.

I have to go. Time to get ready for work.  Have a wonderful Tuesday!

Let's sing a song shall we? Get that blood going and our butts out of bed...COME ON NOW~!!  GET UP AND DANCE!!! :)

IT'S GONNA BE A LOVELY DAY!!!!!

Turn On The Music

I'm sitting here in my room drinking my coffee and eating my Thin Mints, singing this song, "chair dancing"(you know, boppin' up and down in one's chair or while driving when listening to music...if there is no music that is usually a sign one needs to use the bathroom I suppose) and as I'm chair dancing and singing this really uplifting, "let's get moving" song, the video kept stopping and my computer kept on freezing. I yelled out, "Aw come on!" and I hear my daughter giggle outside my (Open) bedroom door.

I had no idea she wasn't asleep out there and was in my own little world over here in my room yelling at the stupid computer every time it froze on me.

I said, "Oh, you're awake? This stupid puter keeps freezing my song! Remember this CD I had?" and she says, "yes."  We listened to this artist's music in my van more times than I can remember. Then when I moved here, I lost her CD. I was so mad. Then I found her CD in my closet when I was cleaning it out one day, but I don't know where I put it.

So I am resorting to listening to her gentle and sometimes energetic voice in song via the internet on Youtube.

Here's the song by the way:




I was thinking about all the beautiful music that is out there. Music from different cultures and spiritual beliefs. I happen to be a big fan of Celtic music, New Age Music, Indian Music and a plethora of other music. For the record I don't really "do" country, but I do like a little bit of Rascal Flatts from time to time, Martina McBride and Keith Urban every now and then. And that Florida Georgia Line they had a nice little hit there...umm...Cruise I think it's called...*heads to YouTube*...Yeah, it's called Cruise. I think I'll post that one here too. 

Why not....




My kids and I were listening to some random music on YouTube just now.  Music that is uplifting and filled with positivity or something good to just dance to. Here's another one of our favorites. My daughter and I agree that this music reminds us of fairies:









Speaking of Fairies, I'm looking forward to getting our fairy garden going here. I think I might pick up a few things for it later on today. I can't wait to get it either. I'm just as excited as my daughter is I think, maybe even more. 

Here's a Christian Song that is very positive:

 




This is a good, positive song.  So yeah, I'm a big fan of all types of music. I like something that makes me feel good about my day and surrounds me and my kids with positivity.

I remember talking to a friend of mine at work about that song "Gorillas" by Bruno Mars. I had no idea what the lyrics were, my kids would sing the song in the car and to be honest I was too busy concentrating on driving that I didn't bother to listen to the lyrics.  Then my friend said, "Umm...that song is not kid appropriate you know." 

I just looked at her with a puzzled expression.  Apparently most of Bruno Mars' music isn't kid appropriate. She also explained Locked Out of Heaven to me and I was thinking, "OH MY!"

Definitely not kid appropriate. 

I remember when Rhiana's S and M song came out. 



I actually like that song. I like most music and rarely do I care to learn the lyrics, I just like the beat or the music in general or the artist's voice. And when my daughter was about five or six I think(whenever it came out, she's 9 now so do the math yourself please and thank you ha ha), and when I heard her singing this in the bathroom, I asked her, "Do you know what this song is about?" She said "No." And the thing is she really didn't. She was just singing the words. That was it was to her was just words, and not words with meaning.

Know what I'm saying here?

Then years before that, that song Second Chance came out and she use to sing, "Hey Lady's Comet," instead of "Hailey's Comet" in the Chorus part of the song. She was (and still is) so cute back then.




This song makes me miss my oldest son.  It makes me think of him. Long story for another day why, but I think of him and I think of the time my daughter sang this to him and he was smiling when she did. 

Good times back then, good times.

Anyway, this concludes my playlist for today.

I have some baking to do and we are heading to a friend's house for lunch. I'm looking forward to spending time with this friend of mine. She is a new found friend and one I enjoy talking to a lot.

Have a lovely Monday.

Until later.........

A Sleepover Bedtime Story

Another Valentine's Day come and gone.

I survived it.

Thank Goodness.

It was very nice actually. I got some amazing gifts from my students, a card from my friend/coworker and a card from my youngest twin son who took time out to thank me for taking them to Burger King.  

To me Valentine's Day is basically another day on the calendar. I don't cry into a glass of wine while watching sappy romantic comedies wishing I had someone to share that day with. Because the truth is  I have three very wonderful little people to share that special day with.  

My kids had a sleepover last night.  I told them lights out at 1 a.m. no later. Because it's a weekend and a sleepover and I figured I'd give my kids the benefit of the doubt when it came to trusting them with their bedtime as well as letting them stay up just a little bit later than the usual midnight pumpkin time.  I woke up at 4 a.m. this morning(I fell asleep on the couch about 11:30) to find all three boys on their phones playing games all laying on the floor in my room. I was not a happy camper at all. 

Number one it was way past their allotted bedtime.

Number two they were in my room.

My son proceeds to tell me that was where his phone charger was and he needed to charge his phone.  I explained to him that there are four other outlets in his room to charge his phone at, and there was no reason they needed to be in my room. My computer is in here, but thankfully it is password protected so they couldn't get on because I shut it off earlier last night.

I was not happy at all. 

I think I was angrier at myself for falling asleep to begin with. Just one and a half hours longer and I could have sent them all to bed on time.

But no, I was so exhausted I could barely keep my eyes open. And before I felt myself fluttering off to sleep, I told them what time to go to bed...

...in English...

...a language I know they understand well.....

...but apparently not well enough to to go to bed on time.

At least they weren't loud and noisy like the last time my kids had someone over here.  They had decided that they were going to shove balloons in their shirt and jump up against the wall in their room to pop them. It was way after one in the morning when they did that, and that was the LAST time they had a sleepover....last summer.

My daughter and her friend were asleep. Her lava lamp was on as was her bedroom light still. All the lights in the apartment were on too. I'm surprised the beams didn't radiate out into the darkness of our neighborhood that early in the morning causing chaos and panic amongst my neighbors.

Now I'm sitting here, finally done fuming and wondering what we are going to do today. I had plans for mini golf but that just went out the window when they broke the cardinal rule...not listening to my directions when it came to bedtime. 

Maybe I'm overreacting, but I don't think so. I trusted them to do what I asked them to do. That's it, nothing more. 

A simple request.

I will have to let their house guest know when they wake up, I am not angry with him, but with my boys. Because they know better. Sure, the kid could have told them, "hey your mom said 1 a.m." but what kid is going to do that when he's at another friend's house?  I'll cut him some slack here. He's a nice kid. 

He didn't eat much either.

I told him he eats like a bird and he laughed at me. I kept trying to feed him more pizza rolls, tacos, and corndogs, but he just wanted the ten pizza rolls I gave him and the two thin mints that he grabbed out of the sleeve of cookies I had offered to him. One tiny cup of soda and that's all he wanted. I even offered him some chips, he didn't want any. He was very polite too. 

Quiet and Polite.

Those are the kinds of kids I like spending the night.

Unfortunately for my boys it will be a long time coming before they get another chance at a sleepover.

They blew it.

It might be two years before they get another one....if they're lucky.

I might just decide to give them another break in another couple of months. But they will have to prove they are worthy of my trust, something broken that is hard to repair.

I was really looking forward to 18 holes of mini golf.

It's suppose to be a nice day out today too.

Dammit!!!

 *stomps foot on floor, hunches over and drags feet walking away*