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~*A little place for Mama's to get away from the day*~For any parent who has heard, "Okay..who put a Leggo up the baby's nose?"
8月2日 Starting over AGAINOkay...so the last I blogged was having my new little one at home and how tired I was and no sleep yadda yadda yadda....WELL....it's all the same but not so bad. I think I'm remembering this whole "having a new baby" thing and it has all come rushing back to me pretty fast. By the way in my last blog I told you all we would call the baby Squeaker (or some crap like that) because we hadn't heard him cry yet.....let me tell you right now....we are changing that name. He doesn't cry a lot....but we sure know he's here now. Anyway....I think I'll call him what Bo calls him.....and he calls him Boop. I don't know why.....it just came out one day and stuck. So if I say Boop....you all know I mean the new baby. Okay let's test it. "I took Boop to the store the other day"......Who ? you ask.....you didn't pay attention....the new baby is Boop!!! Anyway...that's what we'll call him and I really will try to start blogging everyday. I miss the therapy of it all....and I miss the friends I made.2月12日 Good Grief Okay...picture if you will a one eyed, half asleep, frazzled woman (the gigs up...it's me) and she has gone one month with only 3 hours sleep at a time. By they way I'm not complaining about that.....Sissy wouldn't even sleep that long. Anyway...here's this poor excuse of a woman who cringes upon hearing the squeak of the little being lying beside her. Once again the little man is hungry (note to self.....ask doctor if male child has tape worm). She gets up and after feeding (yes by breast....yaaaw), diapering (yes stinky....ewwwww) and rocking this little man is looking up at her, bright eyed and not looking sleepy at all.
Now since this lady has been going so long with no sleep...and she hasn't asked for help yet, she figures now is the time to nudge "Ole What's His Name" and ask for a little rocking action. Upon said nudge, Bo grunts, farts and rolls over....."You want me to get up?" The shock on his face was hilarious......
well folks I had a story to tell....but Squeaky's worm is acting up again......maybe later....love you all 1月29日 Can you feel the love? On January 12, 2007 at 4:11p.m. a beautiful baby boy was born to Bo, Sissy, Squash and myself. (*Thank you God*) He is absolutely wonderful, healthy and seems to be happy with us. We have decided to call him "Squeaker" in this blog....simply because we have not heard him cry yet....only squeak. (Yes, I know this will change.) Now that I am off of bedrest and no longer resemble an ambling cow I will try to come back to blogging.....I just hope some of you still remember me.
Squeaker
January 12, 2007
4:11 p.m.
7lbs
20 3/4 in.
black hair 8月20日 Slow Sunday huh? It's a beautiful slow Sunday today. I awoke at the time "I" wanted to...I made pancakes for my family because "I" wanted to and I sat around on my expanding butt because "I" wanted to. Then something happened to make me go in the yard. I don't know what it was nor do I care...the important thing here is that I got up and went out there. I stopped my slow Sunday and went out there...and what did I discover you may ask?!?! I discovered that I need to find some big scary weapon and hunt down my son that's what !!! Picture this: I'm strolling around the back yard with nothing particular on my mind....the birds are singing and the wind is blowing. I'm at peace with life for this moment UNTIL.....I walk around the side of my house and there.....on the brick......in BIG RED spray paint is my son's name!!! ON the side of the house! Painted on the brick ! Won't come off! People can drive by, read this, shake their heads and say, "Poor white trash" !!! Can you believe this? Well I can't. I'm pretty pissed about the whole thing and poor ole Bo knew I was because I think he put Squash into some kind of protection program......I can't find that boy! Bo told me to calm down because it would probably come off. Oh....well I guess I should of thought of that right????? The first thing to go through my mind (after beating Squash) was what in the world will take spray paint off of brick. So I finally found Squash and sent him out with a rag (that's a 'dishcloth' for you yankees) and some Dawn detergent. He scrubbed and scrubbed, but of course Dawn wasn't quite put together for such a job. So I broke out the Comet with bleach....and sent Squash out there to work. After about 15 minutes (a fair time) he came back in with his head hanging down. You see......I told him if he doesn't get his big ole red name off of the side of my house tonight then he's getting a good old fashioned butt 'whoopin'. So now Bo (who thinks this is funny) has belted Squash into the Jeep and has raced down to Wal-Hell and is going to buy paint thinner. Okay all you men out there.....will paint thinner take spray paint off of brick? Well, I don't know yet....but I'll probably let you know tomorrow.
The way you will all know is my blog title is "I once had a son named Squash" or if the title is "Thank God for paint thinner." If any of you know anything else to use....please, now is the time to comment!!! 8月16日 Ewww I Hate That RabbitHave you ever had that one special person in your life that stood out among the others.....simply because you couldn't stand them.....and for no reason? Well I have that person...in fact I have several. (I guess I'm blessed) But one in particular made my life in highschool pure heck. Let's call her "MaryEllen".....and let's call her that because it's her real name and I hope she stumbles into my blog and knows that I let the world know all about her. MaryEllen was the Joker to my Batman....the Green Goblin to my Spiderman....the Yosimite Sam to my Bugs Bunny, the...... well, I can't think of any others right now....but you can see where I'm going with this.
Picture a pale white girl....bright red hair....loud obnoxious voice and the personality of a battleax. Yep...that's good old MaryEllen for you. The thing is though...at first I had no bad blood for her....heck, I didn't know her. But it became glaringly obvious to me in about the 8th grade that no matter what I did....she was going to try to do me one better. If I got a 99 on a test.....Pippy Longstocking would try for 100, if I made 1st chair in band (yes......*sniff *sniff...my name is Tina and I was a band geek), then she would try to take that position from me. For some reason she always wanted whatever I had.
Our feuding was so bad that by my Senior year in highschool I had gone to the front office for every sibling she had. You see...when I do something...I go all the way. I couldn't simpy hate MaryEllen....oh no, that's way to easy on a person. I had to hate her entire family....and like I said, at some point or other I was sent to the office for all four of those snotheads.
I look back now and I really don't know why I hated her so much.....but I still can not stand the thought of her and it's been um.....a few years ago. I also wonder why she hated me so much. I don't remember ever starting anything with her, ever purposely hurting her or doing anything to give her reason to treat me badly....but she did.
I wonder if she's a grown up lady now....kids of her own....a mortgage, car payment and dentist bills.....does she ever pause in the middle of a busy day and think, "Ewww.....I sure hate that old Tina." I'm sure she probably does....I mean heck, I just spent 20 minutes blogging about the bitty and I'M the normal one!! Right???
~Sleep well my friends....and be who you are.
*Cause I won't know who the heck you are if you're someone else! 8月14日 Como Se llama When I was a child it didn't take me long to discover that my parents spoke a totally different language than anyone else....mmm...on earth. But see they were sneaky about it....they spoke in English....but an English that no one understood except us kids.
I learned that they didn't want to come right out and say things easy for me to understand ....Nope, they wanted to say things in this weird language and then it was up to me to translate into what they really meant. How proud they must have been when I finally caught on and could communicate with them! A normal conversation at our house might go something like this:
"Mama....Wendy asked me if I can spend the night at her house can I? Can I? Can I?" Then I would get this smile and a
rub on the shoulder and this phrase, "We'll see.".....At first...I thought this meant Mama and Daddy were going to sit, think it over, weight the options...the pros and cons and 'see' if it was okay for me to trot on over to Wendy's house....But, um, nope that isn't quite what "We'll see" meant.
Like I've told you before I was a bright child, so it didn't take me long at all to figure out that "we'll see" really meant, "Hell no you can't, and now you're in trouble for asking in front of her."
Here's another: "Hey Tina.....do you love me baby?" Being young and sweet I would yell back, "Yes I love you!!" thinking that the overwhelming feeling of love for me had just come over my parents. NOW I know the question really meant, "Hey Tina...bring me a glass of tea!" When I think back, I think I loved the way we talked to each other. We had phrases, inside jokes and sayings that were a part of our family that no one else would 'get'....but thank goodness for them. No one I know would understand the humor of "What box?", but say that around my family and laughter will erupt. Ahh the beauty of being a part of a family.
One of the phrases I did NOT like however was the dreaded, "Maybe next time". I hated these words because that meant, "NO"....everytime, all the time....it meant 'NO'. I'll show you how it worked:
"Mama.....the other girls in school are going to the movies...can I go too?" Slight pause.......short sniff....and...."Maybe next time". Nope....I sat at home that night.
"Mama...I've never got to mix the cake batter before...can I try it now?"....Slight pause.....short sniff....and "Maybe next time." My cakes now suck because of 'maybe next time'.
Those words, without a doubt, always meant NO. Which reminds me..... I have a really great story to tell you about this....probably one of the funniest I have ever blogged. I think you'll enjoy it and maybe even tell it to your kids one day....you know what? *Sniff............"MAYBE NEXT TIME". 8月11日 Come One, Come All I have been trying (with no success at all ) for the last three days to blog......and for some reason I would type out my heart, pour my tears into a blog, sweat and agonize...okay, I'm laying it on a little thick here...but anyway, for some reason I couldn't publish my entry. It really torks my behind too because one of the blogs was pretty durn funny. Oh well....just a memory now.
I've been trying to decide if I should publish the real name for my baby to be. As you all know, I don't use Sissy or Squash's real names....so now I must either confess this baby's name, or choose another goofy nic name to bestow on this innocent babe. At first I was thinking "Wilbert" or "Pete" or "Herman"....of course I sat down....waited for the fever to drop...and then moved on to another nic name. I thought of cutsie names like "Angel" or "Princess", but those just made me want to dry heave and again....I moved on. So here's what I think....if the new baby is to be a girl I will call her "GIRL" and if he's a he then I'll call him "BOY"....what do you think?
I know...I know...not very original and not very witty. So come on my friends....help me think of a good name to call this baby in my blog. Keep in mind that I already have beautiful names picked out for this baby and you won't be ruining anything....so throw anything at me. I"m a blank page waiting for ideas....open to all suggestions.....broad as the horizon. Do you like "Sassafrass"? Well then comment that one to me ! Like "Boogie Boy"?.....well, just send it my way! Does "Cooter" sound like a good nic to you?...Well, just keep that one to yourself....that's just plain silly and as you know.....I don't do silly around here....right?!?! LOL
 So there you go.....that's your homework....send in goofy names and the one who has the best nic name that I end up going with.....well, I'll email you the baby's REAL name....how's that for cash and prizes?!?! 8月3日 Ring the Bell......Time for School It's time again for little ones to go to bed early, rise with the sun and trek off to learn, learn learn. Of course at my house it's more like fight to get them in the bed, fight to get them up by school time and fight, fight, fight with the school. Ahhhh....I just love this time of year.
Tonight we went to Sissy's orientation...my baby is starting Jr. High. I look at her, how small she is and I kind of worry. She's a lot smaller than girls her age. Those girls I saw tonight....wheew!! They had big...um, filled out....uh....shaped....'persons' and here little Sissy is with her flat little um.....well, her tiny little......okay, my baby hasn't quite blossomed yet. She's entering Jr. High and still wearing size 10 little girl clothes. But she'll be okay....besides, I think I'm glad that she hasn't quite got the shape of the other girls yet. It will help her in the long run. The other little girls tonight were wearing makeup (I had to make Sissy wash her face before we left), they had curled their hair (Sissy pulled hers back in a pony tail) and they were wearing mini skirts and tight shirts (Sissy was wearing cut off blue jeans and the American Idol shirt I got at the concert last night). But like I said...I'm relieved.
BUT telling you that made me think of this....I WENT TO THE AMERICAN IDOL CONCERT LAST NIGHT !!!! I was afraid it was going to be cheesy, but it really was great. I saw all the faces I grew to love during the season and heard the songs I rocked along with on my living room couch. It was really nice and I enjoyed it.
Anyway....it's getting late and my eyes are closing on me, so I'll wish you all good night and look for you next time. 7月30日 How Much Fer the Lamp Shade? Well yesterday I had a yard sale.....remind me dear friends that if...in the future I ever blog, "Hey, I think I'll have a yard sale..." PLEASE remind me that I really don't want to do that. I can't believe all of the work that went into it and then all the work after! (Not to mention it was 105 in the shade yesterday).
All day I watched people. I mean I really watched them good too. It amazes me how different people are. There were uppity folks who walked and gazed, but didn't dare touch my filth; There were nerdy people who only wanted Star Trek items (sorry I didn't have any) and there were professional yard salers who haggled and fought over every little item.
While sitting there I watched a LARGE green pontiac come roaring into the driveway, sputtering and coughing like a dragon who had smoked 5 packs of Camels his whole life. The huge door swung slowly open and out crawled this entire family of....well they were kind of like....hmmmm...how does one say this nicely? Okay...so there's no way to put this nicely, they were a great, big ole' family of rednecks! First 'Mama Moo Moo' comes out "totin'" one of the "youngn's" who was clinging to her huge frame like a baby monkey on Animal Planet. She had bright red hair that flew in all directions and her cigarrette dangled in her mouth....I don't think she was even a smoker. The poor fella she was carrying was wearing only a diaper and was sucking on a pacifier like there was no tomorrow. Kool aid stains from the day before made him look like he was smiling at us the whole time, so I didn't know if I should smile back or run for a wipey. He was holding on for dear life as she swung around, not even holding him up. ( I guess it wouldn't have looked so funny if he hadn't been fifteen years old!!!) Well, she turned around to let the others out of the back seat....and then out crawled 'Wanda Winey Tail' who wined and cried from the minute I saw her face until the red tail lights were only a memory. No matter what she touched she screamed, "But Maw....I really want this!!" and then would burst out screaming when ole' Maw slapped her and said she couldn't have the cordless drill.
After Wanda came 'But Will You Take a Dime Derryll'. This kid was just about as skinny as a pole and kept this goofy lookin' buck tooth grin on his face. He brought up a pair of shorts that wouldn't even fit him in the year 2015 and asked how much. I told him a quarter (good grief....I thought that was pretty cheap) and he said, wiping away the spit in the corners of his mouth, "but will you take a dime?" He put the shorts back and brought over one of Bo's old tool sets. I told him a dollars and he said, (say it with me now....) "but will you take a dime?"
Then I heard 'PowerHouse Pa' come climbing out of the car and slam the big door. He took three steps and I reached to settle the things on the tables. This great big man walked over, hitched up his overalls and said to no one in particular and without even looking around, "They ain't a damn thing here...let's go stand in the shade." .....and his family ignored him.
I bet they were there for an hour. They touched, they picked up, they listened to, they groped and I pretty sure they spit on every item I had out there. Ole' Pa was sitting in the shade spitting black juice ocassionally and letting the baby crawl all over him like a park ride. (I think the kids was in search of the slot the quarter goes in). I'm not even sure he knew there was a baby there....he just kept swatting at him like there were flies around.
Eventually the "Redneck Family Robinson" took their leave and with them they took the lid to a old Tupper Wear bowl (no not the bowl too...they only wanted the lid, and yes it was a dime), a pair of size 18 pants (for the baby) and a book on how to grow your own tulips. I sat there waving bye to them and wondering which one of them was going to read the book......then it dawned on me they probably had a couch with a broken leg and they were going to use the book to 'prop' it up.
I sat out there all day, burned up, worked hard and watching people....and at the end of the day I don't even think I broke even.......Oh well.....next time I say I want to have a yard sale I think I'll just sit and wait until the thought passes! 7月16日 *Yep I'm back......double! Now don't anyone worry 'cause I don't plan on being one of those bloggers who can find nothing better to blog about than my expanding waistline, or how my stomach itches or how glorious this morning sickness is. Nope, not me....I don't want to talk about puking and how joyful that can be. (Besides those women are all lying...nobody likes to puke). I will update you on my pregnancy every once in a while and answer if anyone asks....but I WILL NOT drive you crazy with nasy details that you really don't care about anyway.....by the way, have I told you how bad my feet are starting to swell?!?!?
I do want to thank the ones who came back here and left comments. I do appreciate your ideas, but here is my problem. Bo and I have this thing and the thing is....if I went to school or he went to school with someone with that particular name and we couldn't stand them then that name is out. OR if I dated a guy with that name or.....you see how this is going right? So.........if you suggest a name and I poo-poo don't take it to heart....it probably just reminds me of some snotty little uppity girl I had to sit next to in 3rd grade....(Yes Holly, I'm talking about you). Anyway....send more suggestions...I really am considering each and every one..!
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