Showing posts with label family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label family. Show all posts
Around here we have a constant struggle for TV rights; who gets to watch TV on the flat screen in the living room. Some where along the lines the kids came up with the rule that if they all 3 cannot agree on a program that the TV must go off. I have no idea where they came up with that rule (certainly not from me yelling in sheer frustration "If you don't stop arguing the stupid thing is going OFF!!) We have 4 televisions in this house, and yet they still feel the need to argue!
But when Palmer comes home? All that stops! Why? Because dad is the king of the remote. Dad doesn't give a flying leap if you are desperate to find out if Hannah Montana will make it through her latest escapade, that remote, and thus Ultimate Power, belong to him.
All electronics fall under his jurisdiction.
Including headphones and ear buds. Palmer goes through them at an amazing rate, so he is always claiming other peoples. Last night he even claimed the last pair I had in the car dvd case! He goes thorough roughly a pair a month, because he tends to leave them laying around where Izzy can find them. And once Izzy gets a hold of a pair of headphones , they are done for! He pulls ear pieces off like other kids pull off wings on bugs. The rest of us have learned to hide our headphones from both Palmer and Izzy.
I've just learned to DVR what I want to watch then watch it later when they are all gone to school and work.
I think that makes me the winner in this battle!
All better! I trimmed those frayed edges and I am back to my bouncy self! It is amazing what a day with the family at Disney World can do! See, it really is the Magical Kingdom! I thought for sure after chasing a toddler, a husband and 4 kids (yes 4 - Tyler brought his girlfriend Melissa with us) all over the park, I would be sore today. But, other than my arm muscle being a bit tight from doing a lot of Izzy holding, I don't have a sore spot on my body, not even my feet! Can I get a woot woot?
I'm very proud of Tyler. He was nominated to be a student ambassador next summer. We have completed the application process, and are waiting on the interview. But if he is finally selected, he will head to the UK next summer. He was the only student in his school nominated, and one of out of 100 in the entire Orlando area. It was not based on grades (thankfully - because he is not a straight A student), but based on merit, citizenship, and behavior. I knew he was a special kid, and it does my heart warm to know that others feel the same way!
Not to mention that it is nice to know that he behaves well when he is not under the watchful eye of his mom!
Our 4th of July came and went without much fanfair.
We were going to head up north a bit to see Chickie and her family, but Mother Nature decided to cancel those plans for us. Rainy bitch.
So this was our 1st big holiday where the realiziaton of no family or friends nearby really hit home. I could tell that it really bothered Palmer, who has always been the more social of the two of us. And by bother him - I ment he was Crabby McCrabberson. He seemed to take each and every raindrop as a personal insult. So much so that by the time that we left to the local lake to maybe catch some fireworks - he was so grouchy, that for a few seconds I considered attaching him to several dozen fireworks, and launching him into space.
I know that the move is hard on all of us, and we are just really missing our Nevada friends, but this 4th wasn't much of a celebration at all.
We were going to head up north a bit to see Chickie and her family, but Mother Nature decided to cancel those plans for us. Rainy bitch.
So this was our 1st big holiday where the realiziaton of no family or friends nearby really hit home. I could tell that it really bothered Palmer, who has always been the more social of the two of us. And by bother him - I ment he was Crabby McCrabberson. He seemed to take each and every raindrop as a personal insult. So much so that by the time that we left to the local lake to maybe catch some fireworks - he was so grouchy, that for a few seconds I considered attaching him to several dozen fireworks, and launching him into space.
I know that the move is hard on all of us, and we are just really missing our Nevada friends, but this 4th wasn't much of a celebration at all.
Something happened this past weekend that has gotten me so livid, it has taken me this long to cool off to be able to write about it.
Some back ground 1st. When Palmer took the promotion that moved us to Orlando, he also got a raise. Just out of habit, we do not discuss financial issues with family. Especially things like salary. The moment he told his mother about the move, she began hinting around about how much he was making. Snide little comments like "You will have so much money now, that you won't know what to do with it all". Yes, Palmer makes good money. It allows us to live in a nice house (but not a grand house), it allows us to drive a nice car (but we only have one), and it allows me to stay at home with the kids (but I did work for years - and me staying home took us over a year of financial planning and cutting back - hence the one car!), and, lets not forget that we are raising 4 kids - which is not cheep! Oh yeah, and we do plan to actually retire someday! But as soon as we announced our move, she started planning her move in with us. NOT that she was invited. But all of a sudden she is now "going blind" (yet she continues to drive? I thought that for sure you couldn't drive if you were going blind) and she on the verge of dying of a heart murmur, (one that she has had all her life) and she outright TOLD us that we need to buy her a condo in Florida so she can be with us. All the while, she was bad mouthing us to her best friend, who happens to know my mother, and the best friend then proceeded to lecture MY mother on all the evils that Palmer and I do to MIL.
Oh yes, I have issues with MIL. They are many, and they are deep.
So anyway....
My MIL called Palmer on Sunday and told him "remember that TEN GRAND I loaned you - I need it back." Palmer and I were just floored. WHAT 10 grand? She said that she had 3 10K savings bonds from her mother, Palmer’s grandma. I know that was true. But she says that she cashed one and gave Palmer 5k and gave her sister, Palmers Aunt, 5k. Then a few years later, cashed one again - gave Palmer 5k, and gave Palmers Aunt the other 5. But I remember when she cashed one. She did give Palmers Aunt half, but she used the other half. Palmer and I never saw any of it, nor did we expect to. Get this... the 1st time she said she cashed one and gave Palmer the money... TWENTY FIVE years ago.
Yes, that's right.
25.
Years.
Ago.
That would make Palmer 12 when she supposedly gave him 5 grand. The second time was supposedly around 14 years ago. That would be right when
Excuse me BITCH, you call and want money, make up some cock and bull story to get it (or maybe in her mind she really thinks we did - that is always a possibility with her) and then slander my name? All this days before she is being flown out here on OUR DIME to come visit her grand kids???
That's it!
I've had it!
I'm taking the day off!
I'm gonna see if anyone notices I didn't mop their stick off the floors.
I didn't wipe their toothpaste off the bathroom sink.
I didn't tidy their beds.
And I didn't pick up after their messy selves.
There has been a little to much taking mom for granted around here. The only one exempt from the mom strike is little Izzy who loves and appreciates everything I do; and shows it with lots of drooly slopply wet kisses, and the sweeties little baby hugs.
The rest of them can fend for themselves in their dirty squalled bedrooms.
I've had it!
I'm taking the day off!
I'm gonna see if anyone notices I didn't mop their stick off the floors.
I didn't wipe their toothpaste off the bathroom sink.
I didn't tidy their beds.
And I didn't pick up after their messy selves.
There has been a little to much taking mom for granted around here. The only one exempt from the mom strike is little Izzy who loves and appreciates everything I do; and shows it with lots of drooly slopply wet kisses, and the sweeties little baby hugs.
The rest of them can fend for themselves in their dirty squalled bedrooms.
Tonight in the living room:
Bryce and Kaitlyn are laughing hysterically over (probably) nothing.
Palmer: Stop pointing and laughing at me! You're mother does that every time I'm naked!
Bryce and Kaitlyn: Even more hysterical laughing
Bryce and Kaitlyn are laughing hysterically over (probably) nothing.
Palmer: Stop pointing and laughing at me! You're mother does that every time I'm naked!
Bryce and Kaitlyn: Even more hysterical laughing
Ok, so that may be a bit of an obscure literary reference to start a blog with, but I just couldn't come up with anything else!
This isn't my 1st foray into the blogging world. It isn't even my second! But I just can't find myself staying away from writing the little things that float around in my head so I'm back!
Let me introduce myself and the cast of characters around here.
I'm Dayle. Wife, mom, daughter, sister, aunt, avid reader, dog owner, and yet none of those things define who I am. Hell, I'm still learning who I am - so how can I tell you?
Palmer - he's my husband. My main squeeze. My best friend. The person who can annoy me the most. I love him dearly, but expect a lot of me making fun of him. Because he just provides so darn much blog fodder, how can I help it?
Tyler - My oldest son. We've been through a lot with him; he has had 6 surgeries and I'm always worried about him.
Kaitlyn - my daughter. The only girl. She's going to be the death of me.
Bryce - My next son. For the longest time he was the baby. He is the sweet one of the bunch. Always willing to help and keep the peace.
Izzy - my surprise baby! Eight years after my Bryce, he showed up and shocked us all. He's a joy and a delight.
As for my blog title. Well I'm a Las Vegas mom who just picked up her family and moved across country to Orlando. Talk about a culture shock.
This isn't my 1st foray into the blogging world. It isn't even my second! But I just can't find myself staying away from writing the little things that float around in my head so I'm back!
Let me introduce myself and the cast of characters around here.
I'm Dayle. Wife, mom, daughter, sister, aunt, avid reader, dog owner, and yet none of those things define who I am. Hell, I'm still learning who I am - so how can I tell you?
Palmer - he's my husband. My main squeeze. My best friend. The person who can annoy me the most. I love him dearly, but expect a lot of me making fun of him. Because he just provides so darn much blog fodder, how can I help it?
Tyler - My oldest son. We've been through a lot with him; he has had 6 surgeries and I'm always worried about him.
Kaitlyn - my daughter. The only girl. She's going to be the death of me.
Bryce - My next son. For the longest time he was the baby. He is the sweet one of the bunch. Always willing to help and keep the peace.
Izzy - my surprise baby! Eight years after my Bryce, he showed up and shocked us all. He's a joy and a delight.
As for my blog title. Well I'm a Las Vegas mom who just picked up her family and moved across country to Orlando. Talk about a culture shock.
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