Hubby has been working nights the last couple of weeks so, among other things, I have taken over the job of watering the grass. We used to have this nice automated sprinkler system but our dog (whom is no longer with us)ate the wiring so now we have to turn it on and off manually.
Our yard backs up to some hills so although it's nice and private, it is also VERY dark and creepy at night. Now, I am woman enough to admit that I am completely afraid of the dark. And having a very over active imagination doesn't help much either. When I do go out back at night, I go out and come back in quickly, so that anything (human or animal) out there won't be able to get me.
So I go outside the other night around 11:30 to water the grass. It is, of course, all dark and creepy out there. I am bending down fiddling with the sprinklers when all the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I glance up and out of the corner of my eye, I see something in the shadows. No, not something, SOMEONE.
All of the blood in my body turns to ice and I start to shake. My heart stops beating for a couple of seconds. Terror and panic wash over me.
What do I do? Fight or flight? Fight or flight? Flight or fight?
My brain finally kicks in.
RUN!!!!!
I take off at a dead run. As I reach the back door, I look back see that the someone is still standing there. I take another look and realize....
I thought I was gonna get murdered by....
and subsequently ran from.......
the BARBEQUE GRILL!!!!!
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
The Monster Under The Couch
Makai and I are hanging out on the couch while Hubby is getting ready to leave for work. All of a sudden Cali (the cat) starts yowling. Loudly. I look up, expecting to see her trying to escape out of the front door. She's not there. I get up and find her on the other side of the couch trying to get something underneath. Hmmmm. Probably just a spider or something. I pick up a bag of pullups off of the floor. Nothing there. I scoot the couch down a little. Nothing there either. I scoot the couch away from the wall and out runs this Gigantic Alligator Lizard.
AHHHH!!!! (My heart is racing and I am breathing in shallow gasps.
*side note- I am not normally afraid of lizards. I actually like lizards, snakes, frogs, preying mantis,etc*
I run outside where Hubby is jump-starting his car (bad battery) and yell that there is a monster lizard running loose in the house.
"Did ya catch it" Hubby asks.
"Um no" I really wasn't thinking about that at the time. (All I was thinkin
g was how glad I was that I didn't pee on myself when the lizard tried to eat me). Hubby comes in the house and we proceed to move the couch.
No lizard.
I pick up all the toys under the couch and...
Still no lizard.
By this time Makai is running around brying and saying over and over"It scared you""
Are you sure that you saw a lizard under the couch?"
"No. I imagined all this up so I could have you come in and play Knight In Shining Armor."
"Ass"
We start searching again and finally find the lizard/monster hiding on the fireplace. We try to grab it and it starts climbing up the bricks. I grab the lizard where it starts thrashing around and pees on my hand.
I drop it.
I grab it again and it sticks its tongue out at me.
EEEK! And I drop it again.
(Did I mention that this lizard is like 8 inches long?)
Hubby finally gets it cornered and I scoop it into Bubba's Bug Catcher. I shut the lid and breathe a sigh of relief. The monster is caught.
I grab my phone and snap a couple of pictures, send one to my mmom, (so the big boys can see) and send one to Facebook (of course).
Godzilla (the lizard/monster) gets placed on top of the fireplace so the big boys can let him go when they get home.
I think I'm gonna have the heebie-jeebies all night.
AHHHH!!!! (My heart is racing and I am breathing in shallow gasps.
*side note- I am not normally afraid of lizards. I actually like lizards, snakes, frogs, preying mantis,etc*
I run outside where Hubby is jump-starting his car (bad battery) and yell that there is a monster lizard running loose in the house.
"Did ya catch it" Hubby asks.
"Um no" I really wasn't thinking about that at the time. (All I was thinkin
g was how glad I was that I didn't pee on myself when the lizard tried to eat me). Hubby comes in the house and we proceed to move the couch.
No lizard.
I pick up all the toys under the couch and...
Still no lizard.
By this time Makai is running around brying and saying over and over"It scared you""
Are you sure that you saw a lizard under the couch?"
"No. I imagined all this up so I could have you come in and play Knight In Shining Armor."
"Ass"
We start searching again and finally find the lizard/monster hiding on the fireplace. We try to grab it and it starts climbing up the bricks. I grab the lizard where it starts thrashing around and pees on my hand.
I drop it.
I grab it again and it sticks its tongue out at me.
EEEK! And I drop it again.
(Did I mention that this lizard is like 8 inches long?)
Hubby finally gets it cornered and I scoop it into Bubba's Bug Catcher. I shut the lid and breathe a sigh of relief. The monster is caught.
I grab my phone and snap a couple of pictures, send one to my mmom, (so the big boys can see) and send one to Facebook (of course).
Godzilla (the lizard/monster) gets placed on top of the fireplace so the big boys can let him go when they get home.
I think I'm gonna have the heebie-jeebies all night.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Time-Outs and Tobasco Sauce
It's just me and Makai in the house cause Hubby had already left for work and the big boys are outside riding bikes with their cousin. He (Makai) didn't have a nap today so he was really tired and grumpy. He gets upset about not being able to play out front and starts to yell at me. I put him in his time-out chair and tell him to sit there for a minute.
And so the battle starts.
He starts off by screaming at me. I ignore him. He gets even more upset and start yelling "you hear me, mom" over and over. I continue to ignore him. All of a sudden I hear "YOU DUMMY-ASS".
Oh hell no! He did not just yell that at me. There is NO way I am letting him get away with that.
I go into the kitchen and grab a bottle of hot sauce cause I read this article about parents putting hot sauce on their kids tounges when they curse, talk back etc. (Seemed like a good idea at the time). I walk back over to him (he"s still screaming) and attempt to shake a drop or two onto his tounge.
Maybe I should have practiced first because about a tablespoon came out.
And he swollowed it.
Oops!
He starts crying and choking and gagging and his nose starts watering. I run him over to the sink where he starts heaving. I give him some milk to calm his stomache and stop his nouth from burning. I pick him up and carry him to the couch. We sit down and all he keeps saying over and over is "I no yike da hot sauce mommy".
I now feel like the world's worst mom. Ever.
And so the battle starts.
He starts off by screaming at me. I ignore him. He gets even more upset and start yelling "you hear me, mom" over and over. I continue to ignore him. All of a sudden I hear "YOU DUMMY-ASS".
Oh hell no! He did not just yell that at me. There is NO way I am letting him get away with that.
I go into the kitchen and grab a bottle of hot sauce cause I read this article about parents putting hot sauce on their kids tounges when they curse, talk back etc. (Seemed like a good idea at the time). I walk back over to him (he"s still screaming) and attempt to shake a drop or two onto his tounge.
Maybe I should have practiced first because about a tablespoon came out.
And he swollowed it.
Oops!
He starts crying and choking and gagging and his nose starts watering. I run him over to the sink where he starts heaving. I give him some milk to calm his stomache and stop his nouth from burning. I pick him up and carry him to the couch. We sit down and all he keeps saying over and over is "I no yike da hot sauce mommy".
I now feel like the world's worst mom. Ever.
Monday, July 19, 2010
The Trouble With Blogging
I was just starting to really get into this blogging thing when we had a budget crisis and had to have our cable and internet turned off. I don't miss cable much beause I didn't watch that much t.v anyways. I can say that I am going absolutly crazy not having access to the internet. I keep having these really great blog ideas but no way to post them. I tried going to the library and writing them there but Makai kept getting us kicked out before I could finish them.
I than discovered that I was able to blog and post directely from my Blackberry. So I logged on and started writing. I never got to finish because the lines don't automaticaly end and start over on a new line. I kept writing and writing and the line kept going on and on. I couldn't even see the begining anymore. There was no way to re-read everything to make sure there were no spelling errors, or to make sure it made sense.
Next I tried writing in a journal to take with me to the library. I figured if I already knew what I was gonna say, I might actually be able to post something. I wasn't really surprised when that didn't work out too well either. I kept having to erase stuff so that I could re-word things. It was taking way longer than it was worth. I was now at a loss.
And then it hit me....(picture me smacking myself on the forehead). HELLO! Just because I didn't have access to the internet at home didn't mean I couldn't type my blogs up on my computer, save them onto my little doohickey (I can't remember what it's called), take it to the library upload it onto their computer and copy/paste it onto my blog.
YES!! Back in business.
Now I just gotta find my little doohickey.
I than discovered that I was able to blog and post directely from my Blackberry. So I logged on and started writing. I never got to finish because the lines don't automaticaly end and start over on a new line. I kept writing and writing and the line kept going on and on. I couldn't even see the begining anymore. There was no way to re-read everything to make sure there were no spelling errors, or to make sure it made sense.
Next I tried writing in a journal to take with me to the library. I figured if I already knew what I was gonna say, I might actually be able to post something. I wasn't really surprised when that didn't work out too well either. I kept having to erase stuff so that I could re-word things. It was taking way longer than it was worth. I was now at a loss.
And then it hit me....(picture me smacking myself on the forehead). HELLO! Just because I didn't have access to the internet at home didn't mean I couldn't type my blogs up on my computer, save them onto my little doohickey (I can't remember what it's called), take it to the library upload it onto their computer and copy/paste it onto my blog.
YES!! Back in business.
Now I just gotta find my little doohickey.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Greiveing
My Grandma died last week. She had been sick for a long time but it was still a shock when the doctors told us that she only had a two days left to live. We didn't tell the kids that she was dying because the next day was my little brother's 10th birthday party and we didn't want to ruin it for him. When we went to see her that day I was a mess. I walked into the room with the kids and lost it. Tears, snot, hiccups, sobs the whole works. She was sedated so we just told the boys that the doctors gave her medicine to make her sleepy. They wanted to know what was wrong and I tearfully told them that I was just sad that she was still sick.
I went to see her every day after that. We (my mom, my auntie and I) would sit there and talk to her. Tell stories about when she was well or just sit in silence. The night before she died I gave her a kiss on the forehead, told her I loved her and was gonna bring the boys by to see her. She was still sedated but when I talked to her she moved her head and her shoulders, so I know she heard me.
The next morning I told the boys the truth about what was going on. I wasn't sure how they would take it since they were so young. They took it hard. They were crying saying that it wasn't fair that she would die. They thought God was being mean and were very angry with him. I explained to them that God decided that it was time for her to come home to heaven. They had seen her plenty of times while she was sick and they knew how much she was suffering. I explained that she wouldn't be sick anymore. And I told them about the wonderful party that was going to be waiting for her when she got there. They were still upset but they they understood.
She died that morning. When we were walking past the nurses' station to go into her room, they stopped us and told us that she had passed a few minutes before. They boys started crying. I did my best to comfort them, but how do you comfort a child that is trying to grieve?
I didn't cry though when she died. I didn't cry in the days after also. It felt like I was trying to grieve but it wouldn't come. Then I would feel guilty that I wasn't grieving. I thought maybe it just hadn't hit me yet. Maybe when we actually buried her the tears and grief would come. They didn't.
Sitting there looking at her casket, I felt God speak to me. He said "How dare you be sad when she is at peace with Me? She had suffered for so long that we had started saying that we just wanted her to be at peace. If she could be at peace here, healthy, with us, then great, we'd take that. But if she couldn't be at peace here, than we were okay with her being at peace in Heaven.
I had gotten another word from God, when she was in the hospital. God said "know that your prayers are being most wonderfully answered in a way that may seem painful, but is the only way."
I still get sad sometimes. Like when a memory of her and I pops into my head, or when I think that now I don't have a grandma anymore. Or when I think about not being able to pop in and see her when I am in the town that she lived in.
But most of all I am happy for her. She is finally at peace.
I went to see her every day after that. We (my mom, my auntie and I) would sit there and talk to her. Tell stories about when she was well or just sit in silence. The night before she died I gave her a kiss on the forehead, told her I loved her and was gonna bring the boys by to see her. She was still sedated but when I talked to her she moved her head and her shoulders, so I know she heard me.
The next morning I told the boys the truth about what was going on. I wasn't sure how they would take it since they were so young. They took it hard. They were crying saying that it wasn't fair that she would die. They thought God was being mean and were very angry with him. I explained to them that God decided that it was time for her to come home to heaven. They had seen her plenty of times while she was sick and they knew how much she was suffering. I explained that she wouldn't be sick anymore. And I told them about the wonderful party that was going to be waiting for her when she got there. They were still upset but they they understood.
She died that morning. When we were walking past the nurses' station to go into her room, they stopped us and told us that she had passed a few minutes before. They boys started crying. I did my best to comfort them, but how do you comfort a child that is trying to grieve?
I didn't cry though when she died. I didn't cry in the days after also. It felt like I was trying to grieve but it wouldn't come. Then I would feel guilty that I wasn't grieving. I thought maybe it just hadn't hit me yet. Maybe when we actually buried her the tears and grief would come. They didn't.
Sitting there looking at her casket, I felt God speak to me. He said "How dare you be sad when she is at peace with Me? She had suffered for so long that we had started saying that we just wanted her to be at peace. If she could be at peace here, healthy, with us, then great, we'd take that. But if she couldn't be at peace here, than we were okay with her being at peace in Heaven.
I had gotten another word from God, when she was in the hospital. God said "know that your prayers are being most wonderfully answered in a way that may seem painful, but is the only way."
I still get sad sometimes. Like when a memory of her and I pops into my head, or when I think that now I don't have a grandma anymore. Or when I think about not being able to pop in and see her when I am in the town that she lived in.
But most of all I am happy for her. She is finally at peace.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Intra-Uterine Devices, Pap Smears and Tattoos
As I have stated in a previous blog, hubby and I are 95% sure we are not having any more children. He has decided that when we are completely sure he will go and get snipped, but until then we have to figure out what to do to prevent an unplanned pregnancy. I was on the pill for a while, but the hormones didn't mesh well with my body. So I did some research, on some non-permanent, long term birth control options and I came up with the Intra-Uterine Device or IUD as it is more commonly known It is relative easy to insert and there are hardly any bad side effects. The only major thing is you may have some spotting for a while but after a couple of months it stops and you don't have any more periods. (I could live with no more periods).
So I made an appointment with my ob-gyn to come in and try to figure out if getting an IUD was the right decision for me. Of course when you get in there they ask you when was the last time you had a pap-smear. "Ummm, I don't really know maybe a year or two ago I" replied Then they ask if you want to do one today since you are already in the office. "UMM Sure?" was my response. Might as well get it over with. So they gave me one of those little paper gowns with the backs missing and left the room with the instructions to undress completely, and make sure the opening was in the back. As I am undressing, I am thinking to myself that it is probably a good thing that I shaved my legs in the shower this morning, but how long is this gonna take cause I REALLY gotta go to the bathroom. The doctor comes in and instruct me to sit up because she wants to listen to me breathe. So she opens the back of my gown and says "Oh is this a new tattoo?"
HUH? A Tattoo?
She completely threw me off with that question. I try to re focus on what she is asking me and not the task at hand. "Um tattoo?" I ask her. "I love it, its beautiful" she replies. My mind draws a blank. I am frantically trying to figure out what she is talking about. And then it hits me "oh the purple butterfly tattoo that's on my shoulder." I reply. I had completely forgotten about that. It's not something I see every day so it has a tendency to slip my mind. "Oh yes that was a birthday present to myself a couple of years ago". This is not what we are supposed to be talking about.
The Doctor finished my exam and left the room so I could get dressed. When she came back, she began talking about the IUD again. She then informed me that you don't stop ovulating when you are on it. In fact although a slim chance, you can get pregnant every month while you are on the IUD. The Embryo can't implant in the uterus so the doctors don't consider it a pregnancy. She said that a lot of religious people won't get the IUD because of that reason, they feel it causes abortion.
HMMMMMMM.... that is something to think about I told her. I didn't feel comfortable knowing that I could technically have 60 babies just expel out of my body.
I went home and talked to hubby about it and he felt the same way that I did about it. So we decided to keep doing it the old fashioned way with condoms and a lot of natural planning.
So I made an appointment with my ob-gyn to come in and try to figure out if getting an IUD was the right decision for me. Of course when you get in there they ask you when was the last time you had a pap-smear. "Ummm, I don't really know maybe a year or two ago I" replied Then they ask if you want to do one today since you are already in the office. "UMM Sure?" was my response. Might as well get it over with. So they gave me one of those little paper gowns with the backs missing and left the room with the instructions to undress completely, and make sure the opening was in the back. As I am undressing, I am thinking to myself that it is probably a good thing that I shaved my legs in the shower this morning, but how long is this gonna take cause I REALLY gotta go to the bathroom. The doctor comes in and instruct me to sit up because she wants to listen to me breathe. So she opens the back of my gown and says "Oh is this a new tattoo?"
HUH? A Tattoo?
She completely threw me off with that question. I try to re focus on what she is asking me and not the task at hand. "Um tattoo?" I ask her. "I love it, its beautiful" she replies. My mind draws a blank. I am frantically trying to figure out what she is talking about. And then it hits me "oh the purple butterfly tattoo that's on my shoulder." I reply. I had completely forgotten about that. It's not something I see every day so it has a tendency to slip my mind. "Oh yes that was a birthday present to myself a couple of years ago". This is not what we are supposed to be talking about.
The Doctor finished my exam and left the room so I could get dressed. When she came back, she began talking about the IUD again. She then informed me that you don't stop ovulating when you are on it. In fact although a slim chance, you can get pregnant every month while you are on the IUD. The Embryo can't implant in the uterus so the doctors don't consider it a pregnancy. She said that a lot of religious people won't get the IUD because of that reason, they feel it causes abortion.
HMMMMMMM.... that is something to think about I told her. I didn't feel comfortable knowing that I could technically have 60 babies just expel out of my body.
I went home and talked to hubby about it and he felt the same way that I did about it. So we decided to keep doing it the old fashioned way with condoms and a lot of natural planning.
Friday, May 28, 2010
A Little Girl
Hubby and I have almost completely decided to not have any more kids. When I say almost completely I mean we are like 95% sure. I'm know deep down that Hubby secretly longs for a girl. Me not so much. Unless you ask me at Easter or Christmas when all the pretty dresses are out. People ask us all the time when we are going to try for a girl, and I sweetly reply "Maybe when we hit the lottery and can afford to pay someone to genetically guarantee us a little girl with caramel colored skin, grey-blue eyes and dark curly hair". OK maybe I've thought about it a little bit.
To tell you the truth, I am kinda scared to have a little girl. I have gotten that curse placed on me from my mother. You know the curse that all moms bestow on their daughters, the one that goes "I hope you grow up and have a girl that's just like you". I am terrified to have a daughter that acts like me. I was a horrible child and an even more awful teenager. It would be just my luck that I ended up having a daughter that's worse than me (if that's even possible).
With the boys it's so easy to get ready to go somewhere. I don't have to do their hair or worry about what shoes go with what outfit, or if it taboo to put socks on with the little black Mary-Jane shoes. Having bi-racial children (they are black and white), I was sure they would come out with "textured hair". All three of my boys have non-afro hair. Yep they got "white hair". There went my dreams of having three little Carmel complected boys with little afros and braids. They all have brown eyes too, just like their daddy. Not one of them got eyes lighter than black brown. Now with a girl, it would be just my luck that she would have the nappiest hair alive. You know the kind that breaks combs and brushes every time you try to brush it.
And those cute little dresses at Easter time? She wouldn't wear them. She would be just as opinionated and stubborn as I am. She probably would be running around in jeans and tennis shoes, climbing the barb wire fence in the back of the house trying to catch the baby cows so she could bring them home as pets. And the cute little braids and ponytails with barrettes on the end of them? She wouldn't have any of it. She would probably be running around with her hair in a fro-ey little pony tail.
UGH! Don't even have her yet and she's already turned out to be such a headache. I guess that when people ask us when we are going to have a little girl I will tell them this "I think we are just gonna stick with what we know". No need to rock the boat.
To tell you the truth, I am kinda scared to have a little girl. I have gotten that curse placed on me from my mother. You know the curse that all moms bestow on their daughters, the one that goes "I hope you grow up and have a girl that's just like you". I am terrified to have a daughter that acts like me. I was a horrible child and an even more awful teenager. It would be just my luck that I ended up having a daughter that's worse than me (if that's even possible).
With the boys it's so easy to get ready to go somewhere. I don't have to do their hair or worry about what shoes go with what outfit, or if it taboo to put socks on with the little black Mary-Jane shoes. Having bi-racial children (they are black and white), I was sure they would come out with "textured hair". All three of my boys have non-afro hair. Yep they got "white hair". There went my dreams of having three little Carmel complected boys with little afros and braids. They all have brown eyes too, just like their daddy. Not one of them got eyes lighter than black brown. Now with a girl, it would be just my luck that she would have the nappiest hair alive. You know the kind that breaks combs and brushes every time you try to brush it.
And those cute little dresses at Easter time? She wouldn't wear them. She would be just as opinionated and stubborn as I am. She probably would be running around in jeans and tennis shoes, climbing the barb wire fence in the back of the house trying to catch the baby cows so she could bring them home as pets. And the cute little braids and ponytails with barrettes on the end of them? She wouldn't have any of it. She would probably be running around with her hair in a fro-ey little pony tail.
UGH! Don't even have her yet and she's already turned out to be such a headache. I guess that when people ask us when we are going to have a little girl I will tell them this "I think we are just gonna stick with what we know". No need to rock the boat.
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