Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Happy Halloween! (do not view if you are blood sensative, its just a little blood)

It is Halloween night and we love Halloween! When else can you knock on your neighbors doors and search their bowls for candy?  (For me I can always go visit my friend through the back gate and rummage through her candy, but usually that is not the norm.)

Today we managed to carve our pumpkins, make pumpkin pie with 10 kids, toast pumpkin seeds, make it to theater(a little late), and trick or treat. 

As we were walking down the street trick or treating we were stopped in the middle of the sidewalk by Adam bending over.

What's wrong?

Adam:  I'm bleeding.

Hummm there's trouble.

Adam:  Yeah, I need a tissue. (So I call back to my friends and ask them to visit the last house we were at, fortunately another friends, and get some tissue.)

F:  He's handling this so well!

Adam: Yeah, I get them all the time.  It's no big deal.

F: (laughing) Wow! That's a lot of blood. 

Well, it wouldn't be Halloween without a little blood on the streets now would it?

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

And then?...And then?...

Adam:  Mommy, what are we doing today?

Me:  Taking Zach to the orthodontist.

Adam:  And then what?

Me:  Then we are cleaning the house.

Adam:  And then?

Me:  Then we are doing school work.

Adam:  And then?

Me:  Then we are going to the pumpkin patch.

Adam:  And then?

Me:  Then we are going horseback riding.

Adam: And then?

Me:  Then we are going to have dinner.

Adam:  And then?

Me:  Then we are going to take showers and get ready for bed.

Adam:  And then?

Me:  Then we are going to bed.

Adam:  And then?

Me:  No MORE and then!  Then we will be asleep!

Adam:  And then?

When did my life become a scene from "Dude Where's My Car?"!!!!

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Okay! I give! Mess up fairy, vist someone else!

You know when they say God won't give you more than you can handle?  Yeah....I'm done.  Thanks so much no more please. 

It has been an extremely long week and it's still early!

From having neck pain all last week and the acupuncturist being unable to put a needle in my shoulder it was so tight, to having out of town guests show up unexpectedly, to my great uncle passing, to the glass table in the backyard shattering on my bare feet, to the dog, and then let me top my week with my all time favorite.....the toilet overflow! 

The neck is a little better, its what I get for trying to move too much furniture and having to pull my child from a horse that got spooked.  All is well there, just a little spasm nothing to worry about...(kinda like a flesh wound, no big deal.)

The guests are gone.

My Grandfather's older brother passed, sad but he was 96 or 97 and he was done.  He will be missed but he really is in a better place.  I'm sure making mischief with his brothers as I write.  The morning of his funeral it was raining, a lot!  I went outside to take all the umbrellas down and put them away.  As I was taking the one from the glass table I touched the side of the table and the whole thing came shattering down on my bare feet.  (I did not get one piece of glass from that in my foot.)  However, if my children have never heard me say a bad word before.....Well, they have now.  I didn't even get reprimanded by the oldest,
"Mom, do you need some help?"

"what gives you that idea?"

"Ummm, you said that word, and there is glass everywhere."

"You heard that?  The door was shut!"

"Yeah, we heard that, but I think maybe this situation was what that word was intended for."

"Yes, yes it was."
Tell me that was not worth one word.

After that the mess up fairy already had her hands dirty for the week, why not up the anti?!  The dog...I have complained about the dog before.  This will be the last complaint I can lodge.  The dog ran away the other night.  Now she has done this so many times you kinda think well, I spent 3 hours in the middle of the night looking for her, she'll turn up.  She turned up but not the way I wanted.  She was hit by a car and didn't make it.  She was a good dog, mostly, except for her escape artistry, attacking of other dogs, and general pain in my buttness.  She did, however, endure the stick of pens where pens don't belong, Corbin teething on her ears, and many other unmentionable incidents. 
The dog is the reason I discovered that the rumba could pick up dog poop, though really not all that effectively.  She is also responsible for tripping me and making me splash salsa all over the walls on new years eve when we lived in Salinas, just when one of the neighbors shot his gun off.  A little disturbing for all when the walls looked like they were covered in blood and the dog was licking them up. 

Ah, all the blogging opportunities are done for Matty dog. :-( Don't worry, there are plenty more opportunities out there, and I will find them and share them.

This is what a good friend gives you on a bad day.  A super sized iced mocha! 

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Who chewed the walls??

Last week we played bedroom shuffle.  Here are the rules, first we move everything around and clean all the dust bunnies.  Then we make sure everyone in the house has a bed they will sleep in, preferably by themselves.  Then we finish cleaning with the help of outsiders since I injured myself moving boxing equipment. 

As we are working on the final room I notice something odd on the wall.  I get closer and see teeth marks done to the metal on the corner of the wall and that on the other side of that wall the paint is peeled away.  I look at my mother:

I wonder who did this....

Mom:  I don't.  CORBIN!!!!

C:  Yes? (after 5 minutes of ignoring us.)

Me:  Why did you bite the wall?

C:  Because I didn't like the color and wanted to change it.

Me:  Corbin do not bite walls!  Or furniture!  That is not how we change paint color!

C:  Okay mom, I promise.

Mom:  I can't say anything.  I used to eat paint when I was little....Before they changed from lead paint.

Me:  You do realize that explains a lot and I am so blogging this conversation!

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

I no longer have bad days....I have blog days.

You know its going to be a blog day when Corbin comes yelling into my room:

C: Mom!

Me(before my feet hit the cold floor of the morning or coffee): What?

C:  I have a plumbing issue!  (This is so not the way to start the morning!)

Me:  Okay then....
I get up and find the toilet is so clogged that it needs more than a plunger!  Thankfully our neighbors who moved away, a man who would come to my house and announce that Captain Camode was here to save the day, left me their toilet snake.  Even better, I come from a long line of plumbers, I can handle a little crap now and then.  I get the toilet unclogged and go to the kitchen to start coffee, then to the laundry room to start laundry when.....

C:  MOM!!!!!!!!

Me:  What honey?!?!?!?

C:  I have another plumbing issue!

What in the world did he do to the other toilet!?!?!??!?!?!?  Sigh...Okay.  I get the other toilet unplugged and take a shower.  I didn't say I liked dealing with plumbing, only that I wasn't afraid of plumbing issues.

Later today I get a text from my dear friend:

Did your day get better after your toilet-tastic morning?

Well I wouldn't call to day a bad day just a blog day.