Thievin' Thursday

I'm too busy watching American Idol to actually come up with a thought-provoking post (cough...must be watching AI all the time then, you think?), so I am thief-ing an email I sent to the Sexy Guy while he was deployed (wow, my g-rating--see the bottom of the page-- must really be plummeting with THAT word).
This email was sent to him as he waited for word on whether or not he was moving. I had started the morning with : "Dad's on the move!" and ended up saying, "Never mind, Dad's in the Hurry-up-and-wait stage".


5 Sept: It's just a really long story (and it wouldn't be very entertaining if I shortened it). Shoot, you have no where to be, so I'll try and see if Ky will let me get through this.

So, I decided to BBQ. It'd be fun, I could BBQ while the boys played in the yard-- so I decided to move the grill to the front garden--via that long hallway. Well, I asked A2 to open the door for me and I tipped up the thing and started wheeling it---I was walking backwards. Well, long ago, I took the mesh fencing off the big pond and put it over the little one, thinking Ky was more likely to fall in that one. So as I backed up, A1 failed to warn me that I was about to hit anything (He didn't notice) and the spiky bits ripped into my leg (luckily I had jeans on and it tore a hole in them and just scratched me) and I went down on my hand-- hard. It's bruised today-- didn't know hands could bruise. I stood up, took account of my jeans (whatta drag) and began again. Well A2 then decides to help by moving the fencing in a way that Ky will not only drown, but she'll get skewered along the way-- so, when he leaves, I decide to rearrange the fence and gouge the top of my foot-- it starts to bleed, so I went in to disinfect it (how long ago did I have a tetanus shot?) while the baby cries and the boys are all put out about watching her.

Back to the BBQ.
I put the charcoal in, knowing I was really wasting my time since the top had blown off the grill during the storm and everything (entire bag of charcoal) had gotten damp. I struggled to get it going while J2 paced around me upset that he has to hold Ky. I scoop all the coals out and start with a fresh bag. It lights right up, so I proceeded to shuck the corn to get it ready. I have already snapped at the boys for huffing about watching the baby-- J2 said, "Well you said you'd BBQ while we jumped on the trampoline, but we can't do that if we have to watch her!" So I told him, "Fine-- I just won't BBQ, I can't do it all".
Well, he now has her in the grass. I asked A2 to please set up the table with all of the condiments, but as I open the fridge....

Another story:
Ky loves baby meat sticks-- isn't that funny? I never gave the other kids any, but she loves them, so I buy them. Well, let me correct that.... she loves the first three of the bottle and eats them like a wild animal, but the rest, she tears apart and throws all over the floor, so... I refrigerate the remainder......


When I went to pull out something, that danged baby meat stick bottle fell out and in my attempt to catch it, I batted it across the kitchen floor. I watched it bounce (whew, no break) (but the lid did come off), bounce (yikes, still no break though), bounce bounce bounce-- all the while splashing meat juice up the cabinets, chair and table legs.

SO, I tell A1 to leave the kitchen and I begin cleaning. I have the meat on the grill, so I am beginning to panic a little. I also have on my mind: There's laundry that's hung all day that needs to come in before it rains, and clothes in the washer that may sour if I don't get them out soon, there's a plastic chair blocking my pathway in and out the door and, is the corn burning out there on the coals?
.... and then A1 says "Ky made a poo!" and they all start "eeeeewing" (which makes me wonder if it's oozing).
I change Ky, set her in her high chair and throw snacks at her so she can eat while she screams at me, flip the burgers (they're ok) and turn the corn. I rush back in to start the broccoli and begin taking things to the table.

Anyway, in the chaos, A1 went to his room and played a video game, A2 started pestering me to eat, and J2 was sprawled on the couch watching tv while Ky yelled at me.

It was enough. I'm tired and can't tell you the last time I sat and played a video game or watched the tellie un-interrupted. I told them, "That's it!" and packed up the burgers & bell peppers, put the uncooked hotdogs back in the fridge along with the corn and broccoli and then I sat down on the couch and watched "Everybody Loves Raymond".

They ate cereal.

I bet next time I go to do something they want, they'll be a little more considerate...

yeah, you're right, probably not.

Sitting in the doorways...

Wow. That was some experience.

On an almost nightly basis, we have a little man come creeping into our room, where I (the super light sleeper) will lift the blanket and wrap it around him as he climbs in.
Well last night, after singing several horrendous rounds on Wii Karaoke American Idol, I was sleeping like a brick (nothing like thirty minutes of tearful, hard laughter to help you sleep).










Me before 1 am

Along comes the heaviest, nosiest child I have ever experienced. He stomps up the stairs, jumps up and down beside my bed and begins shaking it.

Alright, I know I was sleeping soundly for a couple of reasons.
My bed is a sturdy African Cherry Wood bed that stands high enough that even with my tall 9-year old, the matteress hits him about mid chest-- pretty hard to move it around.
I also can't imagine how any stomping could sound like a freight train.

So, still fuzzy headed, I lifted the blanket for him, but there was no one there. That's when my husband and I sat up simultaneously and said, "What the crap was that?!" It's not exactly what I said, but this is a G-rated blog.

We came downstairs to look around, still trying to determine-- was there a mangled plane crashed somewhere in our garden? Was our house side-swiped by a juggernaut? [All Things British moment: this is what we would call an 18-wheeler. It's a large lorry, or truck]

As I'm tossing these ideas around in my head, I knew it was probably an earthquake and was typing in the address for the U.K. Seismology department. Couldn't get through. Funny thing about that-- the morning news stations keep quoting the U.S.G.S. Dept. I know where to go next time. (next time?!)
My high-strung husband (not) then says, "I'm going back to bed".

"What?! What about the after shocks? What about the kids?".

I blogged (of course) and then sat in front of the telly listening to callers sharing their experiences.


Hats off to you in the western states. I would move. Some people find this stuff exciting. I find it thrilling in the same way of participating in a 36-car pile up on the freeway.

My dusty, useless degree contains a minor in Geology. I know what is happening inside the earth to shake the outside hard enough to mimic a stomping child and I don't like it. It has a way of reminding me how little control I have over the grand scheme of things and how little God consults with me before making any final decisions. I don't like it.

What I do like is the British sense of Humour.
They're playing Martika's version of "I Feel the Earth Move" today.


Oh wait, there's something coming across the telly on the news ticker...
"Largest earthquake felt in Britain in 25 years said to have been caused by...

Some really horrendous karaoke somewhere near Norwich."

Uh oh. The Americans have done it again.

There I go....

What I'm doing for Valentine's Day.


Oh wait, that sounded bad. I'll be seeing American Idol's Elliot Yamin (with the Hubby). I already loved this guy on the show, but now that he is a USO performer-- he's right up there with chocolate. And THAT as you know, my bloggy friends, is pretty darn high in my book.
Happy Heart Day @->------