We have giant cranes that come through the back almost every day. They stand between 4 1/2 and 5 feet tall. They stick their long beaks into the ground to eat worms and bugs. They have a very loud distinctive cry. Izzy is totally fascinated by them. So when they came by this morning (we generally see them in the afternoon, so he was super excited) we went out to the pool area and watched them. Bryce loves to throw them crackers or bread crusts. I'm a tad intimidated by their long wicked very sharp looking beaks, so I prefer to stand inside the screened pool area. Izzy would be out chasing them down if he could.
Coming back into the house I noticed some black hairy legs hanging over the top of the patio door. I slid it all the way open, and giant (ok, moderately big) hairy spider popped over the top at me. Ever since I found a spider here in the Florida with the body the size of my cell phone (kid you not! It would have given Godzilla a run for his money) I have had to readjust my descriptive of a giant spider. I have a thing about spiders - there is no such thing as a good spider - they all deserve to be squashed flat, generally while I am screaming and squealing like a little girl. The damn hairy beast is in an area I can't reach a shoe, and I sure as hell don't want him jumping down on me while I try to whack him. So I'm not doing anything about him... Except keep checking on the door to be DAMN SURE he is on the outside, and doesn't find some fiendish way to get over onto my side. I know I will have spider nightmares tonight. I already have a major case of "willies".
Coming back into the house I noticed some black hairy legs hanging over the top of the patio door. I slid it all the way open, and giant (ok, moderately big) hairy spider popped over the top at me. Ever since I found a spider here in the Florida with the body the size of my cell phone (kid you not! It would have given Godzilla a run for his money) I have had to readjust my descriptive of a giant spider. I have a thing about spiders - there is no such thing as a good spider - they all deserve to be squashed flat, generally while I am screaming and squealing like a little girl. The damn hairy beast is in an area I can't reach a shoe, and I sure as hell don't want him jumping down on me while I try to whack him. So I'm not doing anything about him... Except keep checking on the door to be DAMN SURE he is on the outside, and doesn't find some fiendish way to get over onto my side. I know I will have spider nightmares tonight. I already have a major case of "willies".
I'm very beat down and tired this week. Rationally, I know that a large part of it is female issues, but that doesn't make it any easier. I've had some pretty messed up pipes the last several years, which made the conception of Izzy such a shock. For ten or eleven months after his birth I was regular as could be, but then the old "everything is messed up" crept back in, and I just had my 1st period in 3 months. That emotional roller coaster is a lot to take, never mind the shit your body puts you through. Palmer has been having some pretty severe allergic reactions to something - we don't know what yet - and because he is a man and doesn't do well with any form of illness or infirmary, he has been Crabby McCrabberson. Really? I don't want to be dealing with my own shit right now, I don't want to have to shoulder his too.
We are preparing to go on a little mini vacation. Five days at the beach. It should be fun, but the preparation is, of course, all on my shoulders. A family of six does not just up and leave. I have to plan 5 days worth of meals (we'll have a kitchenette, so we will be eating mostly at the resort), pack beach gear, pack groceries, pack clothes, get the dogs scheduled for boarding, AND still do my little part time work at home job, parent, clean, and all the zillion other things I do.
Frankly, I'm exhausted. And I just want to be left alone for a few hours.
(oh don't worry - I'm just having a poor me party - I'll be back to my Pollyanna self in a day or two. )
We are preparing to go on a little mini vacation. Five days at the beach. It should be fun, but the preparation is, of course, all on my shoulders. A family of six does not just up and leave. I have to plan 5 days worth of meals (we'll have a kitchenette, so we will be eating mostly at the resort), pack beach gear, pack groceries, pack clothes, get the dogs scheduled for boarding, AND still do my little part time work at home job, parent, clean, and all the zillion other things I do.
Frankly, I'm exhausted. And I just want to be left alone for a few hours.
(oh don't worry - I'm just having a poor me party - I'll be back to my Pollyanna self in a day or two. )
I just chased Izzy down and licked frosting off of his chubby little baby leg...
It is far less cannibalistic than it sounds. I swear.
In an effort to get out of the friggen house before I go completely insane, um I meant to say...
In an effort to get out of the house and start meeting people, I signed up to take a cake decorating class at a local cupcake bakery. Besides a weekly chance to get out of the house, meet some very nice people, and a chance to partake in some very tasty cupcakes (nom nom nom), I am also learning a very handy skill. Or at least I hope it will be a handy skill. I do love to bake, so decorating the things I love to bake could be fun.
Each week we need to bring our own butter cream frosting to class. (yummm, butter cream). So today I whipped up a batch, dyed it blue for fun, and let Izzy lick the spatula. Something he has never gotten to do before. Instant hit!
But then I noticed a dab of blue on his leg after I washed him all off.
So, of course, I chased him down, scooped him up, and licked his leg.
It is far less cannibalistic than it sounds. I swear.
In an effort to get out of the friggen house before I go completely insane, um I meant to say...
In an effort to get out of the house and start meeting people, I signed up to take a cake decorating class at a local cupcake bakery. Besides a weekly chance to get out of the house, meet some very nice people, and a chance to partake in some very tasty cupcakes (nom nom nom), I am also learning a very handy skill. Or at least I hope it will be a handy skill. I do love to bake, so decorating the things I love to bake could be fun.
Each week we need to bring our own butter cream frosting to class. (yummm, butter cream). So today I whipped up a batch, dyed it blue for fun, and let Izzy lick the spatula. Something he has never gotten to do before. Instant hit!
But then I noticed a dab of blue on his leg after I washed him all off.
So, of course, I chased him down, scooped him up, and licked his leg.
I'm sitting on my bed with my laptop on my lap, enjoying the thunder and lightning happening right outside my window, and I had to stop and take a moment to soak it all in.
This is my home. This is my weather. This is the place where our family will now write our story.
I haven't felt so "right" about anyting in a long time, as I do about making Florida our new home. It is not without its bumps in the road, but then there really are no "happily ever afters".
We are considering giving up one of our dogs. He's a husky chow mix, white and very beautiful. But we don't have a fenced back yard for him, and he must be on a chain if he is outside. That isn't good for him. And he is very protective over what he considers to be his. He took off after a little pomeranian the other day, and bit him, because the little guy dared to cross some invisible doggy line. We can't have him doing that. But once the shock of what happened wore off - Palmer and all the kids are right back in denial and think we should keep him. It is up to me to be the bad guy and find him a new home. It is going to make me one very unpopluar mother around here. But if Palmer won't do it, then I will put on the brass balls and get it done. One of us has to be the responsible one, and not let sentament about how much we love him get in the way.
I'm pretty sure Cinderella never had to worry about finding a home for the mice.
This is my home. This is my weather. This is the place where our family will now write our story.
I haven't felt so "right" about anyting in a long time, as I do about making Florida our new home. It is not without its bumps in the road, but then there really are no "happily ever afters".
We are considering giving up one of our dogs. He's a husky chow mix, white and very beautiful. But we don't have a fenced back yard for him, and he must be on a chain if he is outside. That isn't good for him. And he is very protective over what he considers to be his. He took off after a little pomeranian the other day, and bit him, because the little guy dared to cross some invisible doggy line. We can't have him doing that. But once the shock of what happened wore off - Palmer and all the kids are right back in denial and think we should keep him. It is up to me to be the bad guy and find him a new home. It is going to make me one very unpopluar mother around here. But if Palmer won't do it, then I will put on the brass balls and get it done. One of us has to be the responsible one, and not let sentament about how much we love him get in the way.
I'm pretty sure Cinderella never had to worry about finding a home for the mice.
Nothing beats going to Sonic for ice cream at 9 pm, just because it is a Wednesday.
That is all.
That is all.
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.
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