No, NO, NOOOOOOOOOOO! YES!

I got up this morning and clicked up my comcast page. And the 1st thing I saw was..........

http://www.comcast.net/video/grey-s-goes-dark-on-knight/1135210379/Comcast/1135200630/

NO NO NO! Not George! Dear, sweet, throw-himself-in-the-front-of-a-bus George!

Actually *shhhhh* If you read my blog about Grey's finale I predicted George going. Come on. They ground beefed his face! He would have spent the whole next season in gauze head/face wraps and PT sessions. There would not be much medical dr drama from him anytime soon. BUT it would seem he would have had a love interest though. Poor guy. Always he got the raw end of the deal....the marshmellow personality that I can so relate too......and NOW they give him a love interest! But who knows. Maybe I am wrong. Maybe the spoiler is wrong. Maybe this is all part of the SURPRISE!!!!!!!!!! *wink wink* How WILL I survive another 3 months of waiting????

Then there is the whole Jon and Kate Plus 8 ordeal. I just cannot stand the drama and suspense! Are they cheating? Are they breaking up? What about the kids?? OMGoosh how WILL I deal?????

I like the show actually. I see a lot of Todd and I in that show. Me, the spastic mom and Todd, the in-his-own-world dad. Course I am not so sure I should be stating that since they have mag covers all over the place with headlines like "Mom turned monster" and "Loser Dad cheats on wife"!! I like to think Todd and I are not EXACTLY like that?! But I can relate to the stress of a houseful of kids and the struggle to survive.

So for the kids....and for my own selfish entertainment pleasure.....I hope they stay together and the show goes on. What else is there to watch at night, after all?

And I just would love to place a SHOUT! I lost 15lb since this time last year!

Thank you....thank you! I can hear your applause all the way over here! I am rather happy about it. Surprised but happy! It wasn't like I was TRYING to lose 15lb. Actually I was so shocked that I got back on the scale three more times to make sure it was reading correctly! Like it would have moved up or something if I got on one more time! Must have been all the lugging of furniture up those stairs and painting I have been doing lately! Who needs a gym when you can throw a chest of drawers on your back and walk up a flight of steps for free!?

I actually haven't noticed till I decided to jump on the scale on a whim. My jeans are a bit lose but not THAT much. But then they are the stretch kind that give and take with you and I HAVE been pulling them up my butt when I stand!! Hummm. And I have noticed my tees that I bought two years ago seem bigger. I just thought I was going through a style change! LOL! Who knew?!

But I will take what God so graciously offered for free and RUN like a mad woman who just bought a designer wedding dress at a $90 mega sale! My goal is to lose another 5-10lb before vacation. I wouldn't want to loose too much or I will have to run out and get a whole new wardrobe. Which doesn't really sound all that bad now that I think about it!

And then maybe lose more come the fall. Course if I could figure out HOW I lost the 1st 15lbs it might help to lose more....but since I am going from dumbfounded scratch, I will have to figure it out on my own. Perhaps I should get a part-time job as a furniture mover!

In the end...I AM THRILLED and since no one has seemed to notice I am going to SHOUT IT OUT cause I noticed and am happy!

Creepy crawlies and other scary things

As I sat down this morning trying to think of a post for the day and was innocently sitting and burning the brain oil, I was horribly attacked by some flying thing that looked like a spider with wings. I have no clue what it was. Nor do I care. All I remember is.....I squeeled, flew my chair back and stumbled over it in my mad dash for survival, grabbed my new fly swatter and armed myself for combat! It never stood a chance. It was morning and I was already sugared up on a few sips of Pepsi!

But it got me to thinking on my insane fear of insects. I don't mean ants or bumble bees. They are useless creatures just out for their own benefits. I mean creepy crawly black flying things that attack you. I know you are thinking I am insane. But I KNOW they are out to get me. Have you ever run from a hornet? They know you are there. And they are coming for you! Black buggies and spiders are no different. Their goal I know is to seek, hunt and attack. Just because they are small doesn't make them any less dangerous.

I know I have an huge problem when I tend to get the same rush one gets when they are about to be thrown down that steep incline on a roller coaster. That adrenaline rush that grips your stomach insides (including that recently eaten hotdog), makes you break out in a sweat and scream all the way down....yeah like that. But at least you know at the end of the ride you will be laughing. When you are attacked by a furry jumping black spider...not so much fun.

I remember one night in our old house, I turned on a light and saw a black bug. Dunno what it was and again I don't care. I was home alone as Todd was working late back then. I whipped off my shoe and got in combat stance only to have the thing have the nerve to run and hide. How dare he! I was the one who was scared! I was the one that stood there shaking and about to throw up from my nerves. It should be ME running and hiding. Least he could do was stay there so I could wack it! Fight like a bug!


As my thoughts churned, I knew I could not just shut the light off and go to bed. Which was my 1st and safest thought. But my kids were in their rooms sleeping. That thing could come down the hall. Todd was not home. I had to do something. My family was depending on me. So I ran and got some bug spray I had and one of Todd's size 12 shoes....pushed up my sleeves....and prepared.

The spray was for ants. Not black crawly things. I knew it would not kill it. I had only a few seconds where the spray would just stun it and I could attack. There was no room for error. Aside from the fact that I was scared to death and breaking out in a sweat so bad I could have probably fainted, I think I did rather well!

I sprayed the thing out of its hiding spot and attacked. It took me several tries. He was tricky. Obviously had many years of combat training where I was a rookie. He swerved left. I ran right. He skurried straight. I ran back. He came at me. I screamed. But I finally had the open opportunity and......... WHAM!

After I took a few minutes to catch my breath so I wouldn't indeed pass out, I sprayed the whole kitchen and hall just to be safe. I might have even sprayed myself. Not sure. And since I knew that creature came from under the garage door (cause I had been telling my lovely DH to put a sweep under the door for a while! HELLO!) I put a towel there to just be safe. Cause bath towels are a major deterent to bugs just in case anyone didn't know that. I didn't care. I felt safer for my effort.

I bet you are wondering what happened to the black creepy crawlie though. Oh he was still there under my husbands size 12 shoe. With a note on it for DH to take care of it cause there was NO way I was going to touch it! Even with a papertowel and it being already smooshed. I could only take so much after all! I had done my job. I was the front line. Todd could come in and be the clean up crew!

Myself....I left the lights on just in case and proudly walked off to bed. I know I saved my family that day with my super human efforts. It was time to put my hero cape away and go back to just plain old mom! But I know what I did. And those bugs now know better than to mess with ME!

Well...except for that spider thing with wings this morning. But I took him out too!

Don't mess with a super hero!


At least not one armed with a size 12 shoe and a can of bug spray!

A little taste of the holiday

Well I never got my apple pie. But I did get strawberries. Local, juicy, yummy strawberries. Delish! And cake. And icecream. And hamburgers and hotdogs..... And my scale will be crying by tomorrow. It was a busy weekend but nice all the same. I got a lot done. Am completely broke from my shopping this weekend. And a bit tired today.

And so the summer has offically started! Ok...not 'offically' till June 21st so don't panic yet. But by shore standards, it is offical. All the out of state people are flooding in on their mad dash for the shore line and the season has started.

Our pool is open. The flowers are planted. My kids have summer clothes to cover their hinneys. And I did my grocery shopping. Add in the strawberries and cake and it was a mighty nice weekend.

I took some pics to share and so here is a little taste of the holiday.............


Small town parade.............

Helping in the flowerbeds.......

Results of the shopping spree. There was far more bags.............

And what were my two older ones doing with all this fun going on?..........

Aren't they a joy? They were just brimming over with teenage excitement!

Oh yes...and my girlfriend Michele. Me taking a picture of her taking a picture of me! And I bet you thought you escaped my blog!!

SURPRISE!

In a single moment

Blink. Count to one. Take a single breath. A moment in time. A single second and a life is changed forever.

I went out to dinner tonight with my girls. On my way to that shopping spree we were going too. The resturant was busy and there was a wait. So I sat down with the girls on a bench to await my turn. To my side sat a paper and I noticed that the headline read "Deadly Car Crash". Well that sounded interesting, didn't it? I never read the paper. But for some reason there it sat next to me, calling me to read it. As I scanned the story I noticed the name.....my neighbor. My sweet grandmotherly neighbor. Megan's girlfriend's Grandmother. The same woman that would pick up Megan along with her Granddaughter at the bus stop and drive her to my house in a rain storm so Megan would not get wet. The same woman that chatted with me outside about the weather, flowers and holidays coming up. My neighbor is gone.

A stupid act took her life. A young girl drove through a stop sign driving over 80mph on a small side street and hit her broadside. Susan Stamp died in the blink of an eye yesterday morning at 5:38am while her family slept on unknowing. She was simply on her way to work.

As I sat at dinner in shock I thought about the time it took to take Susans life. And did I tell my own family that I loved them today? That they mean more than anything in the world to me. That they changed my life forever. Did I tell them that? It takes only a moment in time to do so. Did I take that moment at some point today?

Blink. Count to one. Take a single breath. Say "I love you". A moment in time. A single second and a life is changed forever.

RIP
Susan Stamp
5/21/09

Remembering

Hotdogs, lemonade, swimming, apple pie and American flags. I would love to say my weekend will be filled with them. All the things that make a good 'ol fashioned holiday weekend. But it doesn't look like that will be my fate this weekend. There is too much to do and not enough time to get it done.

My goals are to take the girls on a shopping spree tonight. It is May and 85 out and I have yet to go clothes shopping. We have been lucky to have cold weather but it seems Spring is a knocking on my door and she brought Summer with her. Last week I was wearing a sweater. Today I am sitting in a tee and shorts. Probably the ONLY summer thing I have that isn't still packed away! I have stalled long enough. And since I dont' think Megan will go for the whole turtle neck summer look, it is off to the store we go.

This is no easy ordeal. Not with a 4 year old in tow. Delaney needs things too. Although she could care less about the whole turtle neck summer look. She strips off all her clothes anyway and runs in the naked glory she was born in! But I have to take her too. Her pants just won't fit that little belly much longer and she will have to go naked soon if I don't. A bare hiney in church on Sunday just won't go over well I am thinking!

SO off we trudge. Purse, check book, stroller and lots of Tylenol. I am adding in a stop for flowers too since Summer has informed me that I am way late getting them and should perhaps think to do so soon before there isn't anything left to plant.

Then somewhere between Saturday and Sunday I have to do grocery shopping and probably more clothes shopping cause heaven forbid I should be able to find everything to please Miss Diva in one store.

Monday is a parade and then we were talking about bar-b-q'ing. I was thinking icecream sundaes, watermelon and smores by the open fire. BUT nature seems to have better ideas and rain looks to be arriving along with Spring and Summer. So, in anticipation of a rain out...Momma is thinking a movie looks good. Just throw some popcorn on, kick up heels and not move from the sofa.

That is my thoughts. I doubt any of this will really take place. At least not as I told it. Delaney will hide behind clothes racks. I will forget the flowers after I get all the way home. The car will get a flat and I will have to grocery shop at 10pm. And if I am lucky, I will remember the apple pie!

While you are making the mad dash for the shore, watching your parades and eating your apple pie....remember those in the service this weekend. And those who have fought for our peace and given their lives. God Bless them and keep them! And.............

HAPPY HOLIDAY!

Hello Houston, I think we have lift off!

I do believe we have made it. We have finally taken off and gotten over that hump. Megan is on the road to recovery! And Mom has survived another surgery. My world of icepops, pain medication and pudding is almost over. Steak.........here I come!

By Saturday, Megan still refused to get up or drink. Still complaining about upset stomach, faintness, headaches and her throat. I liked to think we would never see the child up again! So, by noon on Saturday, we packed her up, grabbed the throw up bucket and headed for an all day excursion to the ER.

Just getting there took far longer though. 1st I called the ped. in hopes they might tell me if I even should take her at all. But the ped. had the nerve to close for the day. After all it was Saturday and my child was SICK! How dare he! So I got directed to call my peds. ER. They said to call the surgeon. Ooooook. I call the surgeon, who must have been out golfing with my ped. cause he wasn't in either. Go figure! Then I was directed to call AI DuPonts ER. After telling my story for like the 100th time ( and the nurse telling me her sons recent battle with the tonsil monster) she tells me I should bring her in. Did I mention in the previous posts that DuPont is in Delaware? And that I live in NJ? Like that was going to happen! So.......off we went to our local ER. Which I should have just skipped the phone calls and saved myself the energy by just heading to the ER in the 1st place. Again........go figure!

So we trugged off to the ER for a just-in-case check. The thing that I cannot figure out is why there is only one other person in the ER and yet it took them 45 min to even call us. And another 30 min before the dr came in to talk with us. Where was the urgency like the show ER? The rushing drs and nurses coming to your side and hooking up blinking lights and buzzers? They sure weren't at Elmer's ER. I don't think they would know how to move that fast if someone came in like that! I think they were probably sitting at the computer watching the exciting season finale of Grey's!!!

So a good hour and 1/2 later we finally get seen by the dr. Megan was only mildly dehydrated. BUT we found out that the problems she was having was from the pain meds. Seems Megan is sensitive to them. The solution was for her to "eat" with each dose. I did point out that she had her tonsils out and the reason we were there was because I couldn't get her to DRINK. Eating had not yet made our list of to-do's yet! Did he really think she would chomp on some crackers when she took the dose? NOT! So I made a mother decision and pulled the pain medication myself and put her on an OTC pain reliever. It was the best thing we did. Too bad I didn't think of that two hours and 6 phone calls before!

She is up and moving, drinking, eating some. Feeling much better and back to her old self. Well almost. I can see the light! I know she is getting better cause yesterday she spent almost every minute my back was turned picking on her sister. When I had to yell at her to give Delaney her blanket back cause Megan was trying to hide it under her skinny butt.....I knew we had lift off! We had survived another two weeks of whining, crying, sore throats and it-is-the-end-of-the-world drama.

Houston I do believe we are coming in for a landing!

In my daughter's eyes

You try to be everything to your children. Cook, driver, maid, dr, hairdresser, etc. I know I wonder if they notice how much I do and care that I do it at all. Come on ladies, this is a thankless job! No pay raises, no paid vacations, no pats on the back for a job well done.

The other day, Megan was laying on the sofa. Still a suffering patient of the surgery from Monday. Not feeling well and just laying there like the end of the world was near. I had gone in the kitchen to get her an icepop and Delaney came in to follow me, asking if that was for "sissy". I told her yes and she asked if she could take it in. OK. I follow her to make sure that, well, she doesn't eat it herself or just throw it on the coffee table and run. I hide behind the corner and watch as she goes over to her big sister, pulls Megan's hair away from her forehead and ask her if she was still sick. Then she leans over, kisses her forehead and puts her little hands around her head and hugs for several minutes. All the while telling her it will be ok and patting her on the back and head as she is doing it.

It brought tears to my eyes. Cause, had I brought that icepop in to Megan, I probably would have done the exact same thing. It was at that loving moment that I knew my children watched and appreciated. They might not say "Hey good job on dinner mom!" but they do it with the touch of a loving hand on a forehead and a kiss to get better. At that moment I saw myself in my daughters eyes and knew I was doing a good job.

Then again.....about 5 minutes later, this same child went to the bathroom, walked out with her underwear down around her ankles and handed me a tampon, telling me she needed one. Perhaps she watches TOO much!

Hospitals, drugs and Grey's....OH MY!

Grey's ALERT. Do not read if you have not watched the finale...........





AWESOME!Grey's was awesome! I KNEW someone was going to die. WHO SHALL IT BE???????????

George....Izzy.....No George....No Izzy......... I CANNOT STAND THE WAIT!!!!!!!

I say George. Rumor has it that George wanted off anyway. And a writer on the show says that Izzy will survive. We shall see if she is telling the truth......4 very long months....................

I will admit....it stunk that it came on so late. Getting up with Megan, I am just way too pooped by 10 pm to keep awake. I only watched bits a pieces and had to spend commercial time asking Todd what just happened....after I awoke and wiped the drool off my face! I spent 2 hours doing that. And I am sure Todd just loved it! BUT I made it to the end. I will have to go online when I can find the time and watch the whole thing again. No commercials and no drool!


Update on Grams:
She is still in the hospital. But should be out of ICU by now. Sepsis by viral? I can't seem to find much info on viral sepsis. I think that is their way of saying they have no clue and just wanted to give it a name. They are talking rehab to gain back some strength. But no nursing home, which was their thoughts on Monday and Tuesday. So I am waiting for some social worker to shut off their Grey's on the computer long enough to call me and tell me that they got her a bed at the rehab of my choice.

Update on Megan:
She has not had two very good days in a row. Just refuses to drink. Yesterday she openly refused to take her meds or sip fluids. I finally had to resort to yelling to get her to take the meds. Then I got her in the shower and she almost passed out. I think she is not handeling the pain meds well and will be happy when I can get her off. But she got showered, took her meds and ate a bit of watermelon finally. Hopefully today will be a much better day. Looks like Monday she might be home again? Guess we will have to see how she does over the weekend.

Get the bologna off the ceiling!

When Delaney got her tonsils out I got a DVD player. Thought it might be nice to get something we could pass our time away with in the hospital since she was staying over night. Like a good mommy I packed it up, along with some interesting DVDs and lugged it with us along with all the other things like playdough, crayons, books, etc. Of course she never used the DVD player or touched any of the toys. Seems latex gloves and tongue depressors are far more interesting!

Anyway...... I bring the DVD player home and find out that it isnt' working. Nice. So I contact Amazon and do a switch with a new one. But when the new one came was when I was in the throws of packing up Grams for the assisted living center and moving kids furniture and painting and cleaning out STUFF! So the DVD got put away, still in its box.

Now comes the day Megan has to have HER tonsils out. So mommy remembers the DVD player and goes to get it out of its box to charge it. Cause surely it will be needed this time!!!

I pull it out and notice it has chinese all over it. K. Ummm. Funny I don't remember that being on the other one. Then I find the directions....chinese. Figure out how to turn it on and think I can find how to work it in the menu cause most electronics have someplace where you can switch the language. Chinese. I can't even figure out HOW to get to the part to switch the language. I put it away and call the company for an english version.


Later my 4 yr old daughter turns it on and finds exactly what I was trying to find. It was then that I realized that I was right! My children do not understand me when I tell them to do something because they speak CHINESE!

And just to add to my confirmation, my son opened a plane he ordered. You know. The big kind that you use a remote to fly into a tree or the side of the house. Instructions....chinese. HA! I knew it! It explains so much! One mystery solved!

I bet your wondering what chinese and bologna have to do with eachother. Well that is cause I wanted to share a list of quotes that I made from our mothers day get together. I believe it says a lot on how my special day went.....

*Who poked their fingers in the cheesecake??

*Why is my left eye itchy but not my right. Shouldn't my right be itchy too? I think my right eye should be itchy too.

*How do you read the instructions when they are only in CHINESE!!!!!!!!?? (wonder what that was about!?)


*I already did Todd too!

And my all time fav...
*How did bologna get on the ceiling??????

Oh and my Mothers Day fashion show/tea at the center. Sorry but I think that they came out kinda dark but I shall share anyway....
This 1st one is of Delaney and two of the children I watch. The 2nd is Grams with the girls.

They had a lot of fun! And boy can those older ladies pack away the sweets! I am walking away from the table with a cupcake and there walks right past me several ladies, in walkers, carring a plate FULL to the top with sweets. They can't walk well but they sure didn't spill any of that lemon pie either! Now I know what to bring with me when I visit. A few times walking in there with Apple Cake and Lemon pie and I will be the best Grand daughter in that center!

What a day!!

It is late and I would love to be witty and brilliant but I can't say that will happen. My brain is tired and I think it already headed to bed without me. Plus I do not have my birds to inspire me. They too have gone to bed! So I shall make this short and sweet. (yeah right!)

I SURVIVED!!!! So far!

Last night I was bad and stayed up much too late playing dominos with family and friends. Then by the time I got to bed, I was too awake to sleep. So I got to see several epis of The Nanny on Nick at Night. My late night fav channel. (I told you I need a life) Then I awoke 3-4 times to head to the bathroom which is what I get for staying up late, playing dominos and drinking way too much soda before bed!! Then Delaney climbed in to bed with me and spent the rest of the night kicking my bladder and ,just in case I didn't get all that soda out, I did by then. So I was well rested for my day with the Diva Queen. NOT!

Megan did well. She is home and resting. She was a trouper up till they put her in the bed. Then the poor sweetie cried and cried and cried. They gave her "giggle juice" to help her relax and go to sleep and she STILL cried. There were NO giggles from her!! But they took her back, tears, snotty tissues and all, and she did great. By the time they called us back, she was already a awake and smiling. She is reacting not so well to the drugs and is a bit faint and sick to her stomach. So we are dealing with that. Which means...little sleep for mommy again. I have to get up every 6 hours and give her meds and make sure she doesn't try and get up alone or she might pass out. But a mom does what a mom has to do. Nick at Night here I come!

THEN just to add to my "fun" cause having surgery on my 11 year old daughter is not enough excitment for a person in one day....on the way to Delaware I get a call on my cell from my Grandmothers center that Grams is not feeling well and they are sending her to the ER! Lovely. Like what could I do 1/2 way to Delaware. Figuring she is just having a bad AD day, I said to just call me on my cell and let me know what is going on. I am expecting a call that she is on her way back to the center. After 5-6 calls, it comes down to her getting admitted to the hospital to the ICU. Might I remind...I AM IN DELAWARE at a children's hospital!!!! I am not grasping everything they are saying as I am fielding calls inbetween Megans drs and her care but I pick up septic, UTI, monitor heart, ICU, will call to update. Ok. Good thing I didn't ask the nurses around me what all that could mean cause it might not be good and I couldn't do anything in another state anyway!

We come home, get Megan settled, deal with daycare kids, clean up, and when all is calm, I google. NOT good. Septic= not good. SO I call the ICU which does not have visiting hours at that point for me to go and they tell me she is stable and just monitoring her. No UTI. No chest problems. No bladder problem.Dr will call me. Ok. That sounds good. Right? Well the dr calls and asks me questions, talks to me about her being stable right now, giving more tests tomorrow, yes she is septic and unsure why and asking about a DNR (do not resus.). DNR=NOT good!!! At this point I just go to my post below....I am not the driver of this roller coaster and what is, is. I tell the dr I will get a copy of the DNR to him and the center, I tiredly eat something that my mind cannot remember for dinner, say a mental prayer, check on Megan 100 times, and am heading to bed to start this day all over again tomorrow. Ok...more like in 6 hours which is when Megan is due again for meds.

Just want to send a big THANK YOU to Pop-pa and Mimi who were such a BIG help today! Megan needed your comfort and Delaney was in her glory with the attention! And to Doreen for all your help with the daycare! You made the day so much easier!!!

When the birds are singing, I will try and and post the fashion show pics. They are actually cute. And maybe an update on Grams? And Megan?

And a few P&PT would be helpful too!

I am finding my jammies and going to mindlessly stare at Nick at Night!! Good night friends!!!!!!!!!!

Megan's surgery

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!

Yesterday we visited my Grandmother in her Assisted Living Center (AL) and they had a fashion show and coffee hour. Yes, I said fashion show. And yes the ladies were the models. And yes I took pictures. Come on...how COULD I resist!???? When I get a chance I will post them. It actually was sweet and the ladies had fun. But it was certainly.....um......interesting!

I awoke early today. Must be those birds again!! Everyone is asleep but me. So I decided to put on a pot of pasta for some pasta salad I am making for a bar-b-que we are having today with family. Nothing much else to do at this hour. When you are used to getting up at 5:30am, it is hard to sleep in on the weekend it seems.

But anyway, I just wanted to say that I might not be on for a bit. Megan is having her tonsils out on Monday. This will be my 2nd round of this surgery in 5 months!!! Delaney had hers out in January. And the next day Megan started with the never ended strep throat. Took up camp and has decided she is such a lovely host, it doesn't want to leave. So........here we go again. Delaneys was a big ordeal with an over night stay and everything due to her age. Megans should be short and sweet. And where Delaney does not handle taking meds and such well (which was our big issue) Megan does and so SHOULD be fine. I say SHOULD with much doubt. If you remember my 1st post....Megan is the Diva. The whiner. The Drama Queen. So, even though I doubt she will die from this, she will certainly ACT like she will. She will cry, complain, whine, cling and it will seem like the last day of the end of the world. I love Megan but sometimes the Drama Queen thing gets on my nerves. So I ask now....LORD GIVE ME STRENGTH! Cause I have a feeling I will need it! We are stocked up on icecream and icepops and lots of Motrin and are ready to take on the beast! The Motrin is for me!

Delaney seems to be up and moving. My only early riser. So I am off to make Mothers Day pasta salad......My day begins.

To all my sisters........

Isn't it amazing?!

Have you ever just sat and thought about the great mysteries of life? Wondered how they came to be and who would know the answers?? If ever someone would know? Like.....

*Why is it that I have spoken english with my children all their life and yet they can't seem to understand the language when I speak to them?

*How did it come to be that I can see invisable things? I can walk past a trash can that is in obvious need of being emptied and yet no one else sees it but me. No one sees the shoes laying in the middle of the floor. Or the dog sitting saddly by an empty water bowl. They walk past it all like it never was there. I must be able to see what they cannot. Somehow I must have gotten invisable vision! How??

*We all know how to sort colors for laundry. Whites with whites, colors with colors, etc. But what about those ones like a white shirt with black sleeves? The light pink dress with hotpink trim? Does anyone ever really know what to do with them?

*Why is it that men cannot hear when their child is awake at night and screaming? But moms can hear a pin drop downstairs in the kitchen??

*How does a laundry basket keep growing clothes? You empty it on Monday and by Tue. morning it is overflowing again. It is like it just keeps growing and growing. The neverending laundry basket! If only we could do that with our wallets!

*Why do they call a coffee table a coffee table when everything goes on it but coffee?


*And where DO those odd socks go for real? You put two in but only one comes out? Do they disappear? Someone comes and takes them? Or maybe that is the one invisable thing I cannot see and there is, in truth, a pile of them down there! And I, with hope in my heart, keep the one lonely sock stacked in a pile with other lonely socks waiting for that one day that I just might find that matching sock and be able to put them together again. (like that would ever even happen!)


These are really mid blowing great mysteries, aren't they? And I so wonder sometimes if there will ever be answers to them.

Speaking of mind blowing. I went to load some pictures from my camera on the computer and came across these. After a good laugh, I learned a valuable lesson. Never leave a camera laying in the open when a 4 yr old is around!