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Picking Battle Axes

Every day, it’s the same old story.

“Go wash the dishes!”

“Get in the shower!”

“Are you done with your homework??”

“It’s past your bedtime!”

Yes, they do have set chores, but seldom do they do them of their own accord. They don’t have a set time for bed, but if I am the one waking them up, then I sure as Hades don’t want to deal with slow cranky kidlets.

woman with hatchet

Last night, I finally had my epiphany: WHY DO I GO THROUGH THE TROUBLE??

Stick a fork, I’m done. I am not their social secretary, nor am I their daily reminder calendar. If they forget the dishes, I will gather them up and place them on their bed. If they forget laundry in the washer, I will take it out and let it mold on the floor. If they forget to put away food, they will enjoy it for breakfast. I’m too old and too grumpy to be chasing after that crap.

It’s my summer and I will be enjoying it, too!!


It’s Late Afternoon on Monday, and Topics Are Optional

I lack motivation to write today.

There are no cupcakes in the house.

The laundry is done.

The schools have awards ceremonies tonight and tomorrow night.

I have a gazillion split ends.

My roses are still in shock.

Still, one can find humor in the day.

vadering kid

Here’s hoping Tuesday isn’t a Monday do-over!! πŸ˜€


Going Off on a Rant

Ok, it’s late April, and it’s 48* F outside. That’s 9* C for my foreign friends. And that’s INCONCEIVABLE for Texas. We should be enjoying high 80’s, if not downright scorching next to the Sun mid-90’s. Those of you up north, you have my pity.

Nothing like being told at the last minute that I need to make graduation announcements. Thank goodness I know how to make cards, have stamps, and a printer. Now to spend days doing the same thing over and over. Isn’t that insanity? Or being a mom? Or are they interchangeable?

My youngest is testing this week, and she was instructed to mark “A” on her ethic background. Upon calling the school, I was told “H” is not an option because it isn’t an ethnicity. No one could explain why she was told to mark Asian. To the best of my knowledge, Genghis Khan never set foot on Puerto Rico. I said as much, and was asked, “Who?” I cried.

I think I need to eat a lot of chocolate today. That’s the best cure πŸ˜‰


Uninspired

What a day.

We cleaned house, and did some honey-do projects, and kids washed Hubby’s car, and dogs were entertained, and now… I’m not even inspired to work on anything.

I have countless bottles, jars, frames, glasses, canvases, just general junk waiting to be transformed into art. Or at least my version of art. Whatever, right? I just wish I could make stuff like this:

architectural findings vader

Now that is inspiring. Time to start collecting old spoons, forks, and sundry metal findings!

I can now justify a welding torch, right?

Have a great weekend!! πŸ˜€


I May Need Meds, or Just A Few M&Ms

Last week, Son asked me to get him some glow sticks for a project. Normally this would be fine, but the project is for speech, and the group is selling glow-in-the-dark socks.

That can only end in frustration, and a few neon stains.

Yesterday while at Wally World, a young woman was debating which hair color to get. Her friend suggested she try a platinum blonde shade. The girl said she was looking for a silver color because she couldn’t afford platinum.

At least her friend looked at her funny.

In the refrigerated section, a man was trying to decide between cuts of beef. The meat dept. guy was offering his expertise, when the gentleman said, “It would be simpler to have just beef and lite beef, like beer does.”

cosby-wut

There are days when I think we need to remove warning labels, and let the problem sort itself out.

LITE BEEF???

Someone pass the M&Ms πŸ˜€


The Empress’ New Groove

I’M BACK!!!

These past two weeks have been a whirlwind here. Honestly, I had NO IDEA there was so much to do and see in this area. Probably because familiarity breeds contempt, or maybe because hey, I live here and have time to go later, or perhaps it had something to do with the fact that I just hate dealing with the “Are we there yet?” and “When are we leaving?” crap.

We get there when we get there!!!

Anyway, our friends flew back this past weekend, and I was left feeling bereft. I just didn’t know what to do with myself. Sure, I did laundry and cleaned up a bit, but after that I felt like I was wasting time if I wasn’t moving.

Weird, huh?

So today I shall be perusing blogs in the vain hope of catching up. My fingers will be typing, and that’s enough moving for today. Besides, tomorrow I get to play with my recently organized crafting stuff. I need to get into THAT groove again. I miss having my fingers stained with ink and glued together. Life is more challenging that way πŸ˜‰


Ever Feel Like You Don’t Have Any Time to Do Anything at All?

Yeah, me too.

Sorry I have been absent from writing for the last few days. We have been having a lot of fun with our visitors and I have come to realize that A) I am not a spring chicken any more, 2) there is a LOT of Texas to cover just in a 100 mile radius, and iii) there is no such thing as “waiting until tomorrow” to do anything. My legs are killing me, but it was totally worth it.

Anyway, today finds my friends packing and relaxing before their flight out tomorrow.

This is why I am writing right now πŸ˜€

I shall miss them, and the food, and the wonderful company, and seeing Texas through their eyes. They made me realize just how special my state really is. I mean, I already knew it was special, but they made it specialer. And according to the spell-check, that’s a word, so I am winning this morning. So have a funny!

snow Jabba and guy Leia

Yes, that made me snort my coffee.

I’ll be back in my writing groove in a day or two. Until then, I hope y’all have a great day πŸ™‚


Wow…

Kids went back to school today, and I have done nothing but marvel at the silence.

Seriously.


I Can’t Believe This is My 600th Post

And…have nothing to type about, really.

It’s Spring Break around here, which means I shall no longer enjoy peace and quiet. At least Hubby has the week off as well, so he can help me with the various squabbles and fights that will eventually spring up like mushrooms after rain. Hopefully the terms “co-operation” and “silence” will be applied liberally for my sake. But I doubt it.

Oh, and Son’s birthday is this week, too. Pizza and movie party is in the works, as is Valiumβ„’.

Not to worry, though. I shall keep myself occupied making stuff and cooking and purging and reorganizing, as is my lot in life. So before you can shed any tears for me, have a funny.

snarky lol

I bet this is true for a lot of people.

Hope y’all have a wonderful Monday!! πŸ˜€


The Value of Your Word

When I was very young, I think I was maybe six or seven, I promised my mom I would pick the cilantro in our backyard. She looked at me and said, “You made a promise. That means you have to keep your word, ok?” I was confused, because I didn’t know the concept of “keeping your word”. She explained that when you make a promise to do something, that means you WILL do it, end of discussion. I asked her what happens if I can’t keep my promise for some reason. And she said that if I have any doubts, then I should only promise to try.

pinkies

Anyway, I was listening to XM a few days ago in my friend’s car. She was listening to the Oprah Channel (personally, I don’t care for Oprah Winfrey, but some people get something out of her shows). There was a break in the ongoing sob story, to promote Dr. Robin Smith’s new show. And that’s when I had a very bad wake-up call. Here was a psychologist, so-called, telling people that it’s ok to break a promise if you don’t feel you can fulfil it. She went on to say that it was best to put one’s needs first, and be relieved of the burden of keeping that promise.

I was appalled. It took me a long time to figure out what the value of one’s word is. I understand the failure to keep it, and have hurt others because of it. But that has taught me that making a promise is a bond. It stems from your character. It’s part of what makes one trustworthy and reliable. But here is a professional telling others that a promise is not worth keeping. Yes, there are certain circumstances when you can’t keep a promise. But not keeping it because oh, it’s just too hard???

Sorry, no. My word is my bond. If it is too difficult to keep a promise, don’t make one. That’s simple enough.

Now, if y’all will excuse me, a friend asked that I acquire some lavender mint tea for her from our local supermarket. They have been out the past four times I have gone shopping, but I made a promise to her to get it, and I aim to keep it. Here’s hoping fifth time’s the charm πŸ˜€