Today

You know, just when I think things cannot get any worse - they do.

Just when I think that I cannot take any more - something bigger is thrown at me and I discover that I can.

As soon as I feel overwhelmed, and am ready to turn my back on the world - a dirty, sticky, slobbery kiss from a two year old makes the world right.

Summer Time

My kids are going to drive me to the nut house. I am serious. I only work Monday, Wednesday and Friday so I am off on Tuesdays and Thursdays with the boys. God help us.

The Time of My Life

Okay, so I suppose there are times I have had more fun, but at the moment, I cannot think of any. My dear dear friend Lydia, whom I met on the internet while pregnant (even though she only recalls me after we gave birth) with my youngest son Braden, and her family drove all the way from their comfort zone in PA to the flint hills of KS. They arrived on Thursday, and stayed through Monday evening. We did not do anything super exciting, but I had a blast. We played with the kids, and went on short day trips. In the evenings, we ate good food and drank wine. I was nervous about them coming and Jeremy being a jerk. I worried for nothing. Jeremy had a wonderful time and impressed me with his instant befriending of Derek. We are hoping to travel East in the Fall/Winter - and it was all Jeremy idea and suggestion! YAY!

If I can remember how, I will upload a few pictures...

Been awhile - AGAIN. I still suck at this.

So, awhile back the boys asked to join 4H. Sure, no problem. What a better way to teach them responsibility, help build their character, and provide a positive socialization outlet, right? We have been going to meetings, and have chosen our projects for the year. Because Ryan was not 7 by January 1, he has to be a Cloverbud. No big deal, you would think. WRONG. He is pissed. Seriously. It makes me laugh, but really, once he figures out that he can do EVERYTHING Cody is doing, and NOT have to keep a record book, I think he will change his mind. Their projects are poultry (enter chicks and ducks), geology (yay - rocks!) and rabbits. Ryan is only interested in rabbits. Cody wants to do EVERYTHING. It is exhausting, but fun. I have learned to raise baby chicks and ducks, and I have a few that are quite fond of me. And more that hate me. LOL Oh well. I have been the only one taking care of said animals. Cannot say I am surprised....




Summer is coming! SO Excited. I will only work 2-3 days a week this summer, so the boys and I can go do lots of fun stuff...as long as it is cheap! I am excited to spend days at the ool. I love the pool.


I am going to go back to school. I am torn on what to do, but I need to go back and finish what I started. I will just take online classes for awhile, then when I get Braden's schedule all figured out at daycare, I may go on campus ... but I doubt it. I am too old for that shit.

I am turning 30 so very soon....

KELLY ROCKS!, Facebook....and other Randomness

Facebook - I love it. I think I may be addicted. I couldn't really get into the whole twitter thing...it was annoying - always left me asking for more. But, Facebook...I can find ANYBODY on there, and if I want to know more, I ask...SOMEBODY knows! MySpace was good for that for a little while, but it is so INVOLVED...too many clicks to get where I really want to be. I like that I have more contacts on Facebook - it must be where the cool people hang.

Kelly - congratulations you skinny bitch...spend your $50 well. Buy something sinful.

Braden is being referred out to the Children's Mercy Asthma and Allergy specialists. Waiting for them to call me and tell us when...hopefully we can avoid another RSV episode, or worse.

Back to work for me - there are my random sputterings for the day.

Oh Yeah, Happy New Year!

So, we survived Christmas. Everyone was pleased and all is well at our house. Jeremy and I are doing really well - even getting caught up on the bills we put off to afford Christmas. I feel like he is actually "getting" me again. Almost like he actually HEARS me when I talk! Amazing. lol This year was the very first time EVER in our almost 10 years that he has gotten me the one thing I asked for. I only ask for one thing so as not to overload him with ideas, and this year it finally occurred to him to actually get it! Yay! We have had a lot of time off over the holidays - which made for a shit ton of family time - and we are all still alive and well!

I have 2 boys getting ready to turn a year older. Cody is turning 9 - OMG! NINE!! - on Thursday. We are going to go out for dinner and celebrate. It will be all about him - the past few years he has gotten lost in the after - Christmas depression and then the whirlwind of a new baby, and the 'baby's" first birthday, etc..... This year we are doing it better. It is my New Year's Resolution. Braden is turning 2 on the 13th. We are not doing anything too special - just dinner at home and a cake and ice cream party for the grandparents.

I have decided to live a new healthier lifestyle. Cannot call it a diet - I fail diets. I have a goal and a somewhat method to achieve it. Still working on the specifics. For this week, I am drinking more water, adding far less junk to my coffee and walking more - at least 30 minutes 3 times. I am toying with the idea of taking pictures weekly, but I am too embarrassed to post them anywhere until after I actually see some change for the better. For this month, my goal is for my fat pants to not be tight. Please pray for me.......

Emotional Wreck?

Something in me has decided that I am going to feel everything for other people. I find myself crying for other people's losses, changes, triumphs.... Empathy? Compassion? Maybe, but it is pissing me off. Okay - not really, but I am preoccupied worrying about how my friend Cami is doing with her 3 girls, on an island with her husband overseas. I am consumed with what it must be like - how badly it must hurt - to not have your mother or father still alive and on the other end of the phone when it rings. I even find myself in anguish over the death of John Travolta's son Jett. That is a pain so intense, and I find myself worrying about my own children, as they are tramping all over the house sounding like a herd of flippin' elephants. I hear my voice - "Don't do that! Be careful - you will get hurt!" I am such a freak. Must be time to up the meds again...huh?