Time Change

Towels at my Other Gym

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It’s a Monday morning…after yesterday’s time change. I know it is only an hour difference, but I feel like someone hit me over the head with a sledge hammer…and no, that didn’t really happen. I’d know if someone hit me with a hammer. I think. Unless, I was really sleeping hard. Then maybe not so much. Just sayin’.

Monday mornings. Are. Not. My. Thing.

I’ve decided that today is the day to wash all the towels and washcloths from the master bath. A large pile of white. Er…supposed to be blindingly white. Not so much right now. Sort of dirty white actually. That’s what I get for choosing all white for the bathroom.

Sigh.

I’m not letting this stop me from my daily Eurcharisteo. It’s hard to be a grouch if one is giving thanks.

* I have an abundant supply of towels and washcloths.
* A glass of ice cold tea.
* I have cold medicine to give a sick child.
* My children hugged me this morning.
* I emailed a friend.
* People that love me.
* I’m not alone in this world.
* The smell of a new candle.
* The llamas are out grazing this morning.
* The mud is drying up, from the wind.
* How I can silently glide around the house in my stocking feet.
* The cat going berserk this morning, that made me laugh.
* Lonnie dog as he looks at me with big, brown puppy dog eyes.
* A clean kitchen sink.
* Warm light.
* My husband told me that he loves me.

My heart is full. So is my washing machine. It is impossible to stay down when I count all the ways that God loves me.

Being Sick Stinks

Chicken Noodle Soup

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Yesterday I was really, really sick.  Today I am just really sick. (There is a difference…the extra really from yesterday means I felt like I was on my death bed.)

10 REASONS I HATE BEING SICK

1. My stomach is making all sorts of odd noises that I have a feeling is not going to bode well for me.

2. I had to get up to use the bathroom yesterday afternoon, from where I was laying in the throes of death, on the couch. I didn’t have the energy to move. Alas, I made myself get up…because I didn’t like the alternative.

3. I didn’t feel like eating. The thought of food gagged me, yet if I didn’t eat something my blood sugar would drop and I’d be in serious trouble. Yuck. Why is it I only feel this way when I’m sick? How come I can’t have an aversion to food for the rest of the time? It would seriously help with the dieting. Sigh.

4. I was freezing cold. I had on sweat pants, a shirt, a sweatshirt, thick socks and a scarf around my neck. I also had on 3 blankets and I was still cold. How annoying is that? Normally, I tend towards being hot. I had a brief flash of what I was going to be going through in another 10 years. Cold and hot flashes because my body thermostat is going to be all wonky. Ugh. I attempted to wipe that thought from my mind.

5. I couldn’t get my pillows fluffed correctly and it was driving me nuts. For the love of pete! Why can’t the pillows cooperate with me? Can’t they see I’m dying?!

6. I glanced at myself yesterday in the mirror. Scary does not describe it. I could have been an extra on the movie Dawn Of The Dead. Actually, the zombies would have looked better than I did. I wish I was kidding.

7. I watched a marathon of Without A Trace on ION yesterday afternoon and evening. Because I wasn’t moving from the couch. Ever. Well, unless I had to use the bathroom. (refer back to #2)

8. I was so tired. Like dead tired. (refer back to #6)

9. I was achy. I did ask my family members to rub my shoulders. Which they did. Because they love me…and they didn’t want to hear me whine.

10. Being sick stinks…but, I think I am on the mend. I hope. Though I wouldn’t mind laying on the couch this afternoon watching TV show marathons.

Getting The Treatment

Udders of a cow grazing. Pictured in Tanzania

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This morning I stood in front of the bathroom mirror. As I was washing my hands I was looking around the sink. My eyes lingered on the Chicken Poop Lip Balm (and don’t freak out, there isn’t any REAL poop in it) from Tractor Supply Center. Then I noticed my Udderly Soft (can be used on all sorts of farm animals) hand lotion that I picked up at WalMart. Seriously, if I keep going like this, my bathroom sink will look like a table at the vet’s office.

But, on the upside…I’ll have really soft lips and hands.

Sigh.

 

 

 

It’s Alive! It’s Alive!

Radiant Heated Sidewalks

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My husband and I built (and I use that term loosely) our house. Really, my husband designed the house and made sure everything was getting done, other men actually built the house. I pretty much just visited during the process and looked at how things were coming along…and made comments. My contribution to the process pretty much went like this, “This half bath will look soooo cute!”, “I like the view from the front of the house.”, or “I think I just saw a spider crawl under the baseboard. Sweetheart, have you seen a lot of spiders?”  In my defense I DID stain our big front door. In the garage. In the middle of February. When it was like -100 degrees outside—and it felt just as bad inside because the stinkin’ house wasn’t heated yet. My hands went numb and froze to the brush I was staining with. And for those of you that know about staining, I realize that one should not stain when it is that cold. But, I also know that I wasn’t lugging a 500,000 pound door somewhere else to stain it. And, I also wanted the huge gapping hole in the front of the house covered so the Arctic wind couldn’t get in. So, I made due. It was one of those experiences that I will one day tell my grandchildren about…..”Oh, yes sweethearts. Grandma’s hands are permanently stained brown because of the freezing cold, door staining incident during the winter of 2009.” Aaahhhh…..the memories.

I love our house. I really do. But…….don’t tell anyone…I think our house is alive. Yes, I still have my wits about me. No, I’m not having hallucinations. Let me explain, that I’m not really crazy…..um….not anymore than (ab)normal.

1. We have geo-thermal heating. If one happens to be standing in the garage when it comes “on”, it sounds as if the house just breathed a huge sigh. I’m not kidding. It sounds very human. Sigh.

2. We have a metal roof on our house. On really windy days (which tend to me many, here in rural Ohio) the house sounds as if it is moaning. You can really hear it in the attic. And no we are not haunted. It is not a scary moan. Besides if we were haunted it would probably only be the spirit of a dead cow, considering our property used to be some farmer’s cow pasture in days gone by. Just sayin’.

3. I’m still getting used to the fact that we have a soaking tub with jets, in the master bath. The tub is set on a timer to “blow out”  it’s jets once a day. It’s kind of like a reverse vacuum cleaner. Anyway, I forgot about it the other day. I was sitting on the toilet, minding my own business when, ‘whoosh!’, the thing kicked in. Um…let’s just say, I’m glad I was already on the toilet so I didn’t pee my pants.  I think I heard the tub laugh.

Right now, I’m listening to the hum of the dishwasher. The music of my life.

Just On This Side Of Crazy…

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I KNOW WHY CERTAIN SPECIES EAT THEIR YOUNG. I totally get it. It is so much easier that way.

I am the mother of three teenagers. Yes, three. Two boys. One girl.

I am the mother of  a kid who stares at me like I have two heads when I tell him to “TURN OFF YOUR ALARM CLOCK! IT”S BEEN GOING OFF FOR THE PAST TEN MINUTES—-CAN YOU NOT HEAR IT???!!! I’M SURE THEY CAN HEAR IT IN CHINA, BUT YOU CAN’T HEAR IT WHEN IT IS RIGHT NEXT TO YOUR EAR???”

I am the mother of kids who can totally mess up the hall bathroom is no time flat. DOES NO ONE ELSE SEE THE NASTY, WHATEVER-IT-IS, GROWING IN THE SINK?  What is with that? What IS that? The other two bathrooms don’t look that way. Only theirs. It’s scary. Really scary. What if it is some sort of mutant bacteria that will overtake the house one night while we sleep? The teens would be immuned to it….but, it would get my husband and me. While we slept.

Or what is the deal with food? If they stand at the refrigerator and leave the door open while they peer inside….what will they find? Hmmm……who wants jalepeno slices straight out of the jar?  (YUCK) Or who drinks enough tea or milk to float for a year? I have learned that if I want any tea in this house I better make it and then get the first glass—otherwise I won’t see it again…until it is time to make the next pitcher. Why can’t we keep snacks in this house? Stuff disappears quickly around here. I think they have super metabolisms….. And I want to know WHY that is the case with only young people??? I WANT a super metabolism. It’s only fair.

Having teens is not all about fighting for tea, slimy things that go bump in the night or selective hearing…..it is also fun. They do make me laugh—because essentially they are at that age when they understand life more, but are still young enough to laugh about it. Yes, there is frustration, but there is also a lot of love and goofiness. I’ll miss them when they are gone. It will be so quiet….and clean…. food in the frig….all the tea I can drink…..Oh, I digress. I was saying I’d miss them. Really, I will. I will.

In the meantime…..I think I need a Haz-mat suit for the bathroom clean up.