Monday, September 25, 2006

You know what I enjoy? I enjoy not getting any help in my house. Oh yes I do. I enjoy doing it all. Working, cooking, cleaning, shopping, paying the bills. I just absolutely adore it beyond words. You know what tickles me? Is asking for help and not getting it. Then when I finally blow a gasket and all tact is gone I'm accused of not having any to begin with and maybe if I asked nicer it would help. My gosh I enjoy the hell out of it. No, really.. I DO. I enjoy working and then getting off and having to bust ass to cook dinner because it's 9pm and nobody has eaten. Then the laundry that nobody wants to get started until 11pm at night. Oh hell yes.. I enjoy it. And want to know the kicker? I'm falling short. Yes I am. My house is not spotless. My meals are not planned days in advance. The laundry isn't caught up.. ever.. and they all look at me and my miserable failure. None of them see that it takes some group effort to keep a house kept up. Pick up after yourselves for the love of twinkies! That's all ya have to do! Manybe once in a while help out and cook a meal AND don't leave the kitchen upside down for the maid.(that would be me). Is that so freaking much to ask for? Oh but wait... I enjoy it.. I forgot. So while this will no doubt continue I'll be expected to grin and bear it while I work, pay those bills, grocery shop, buy toilet paper, do laundry, clean, and cook. No doubt my situation is no more unique than lots out there but I.AM.SICK.OF.IT!!! How do I come off without sounding like a complete bitch and get some help? Anybody?? Bueller??

Sunday, September 24, 2006

Sticks And Stones


What is it with my kids and getting hurt lately? First Robert gets jumped and beat up and now Shari has been injured. Last Thursday night was insane here. We had bad weather upon us and it came to the point where I had to throw the kids into the storm shelter in the backyard. Well I hate that damn thing but you know it's a good thing to have if a tornado does hit. So at the time it's just me and the two kids. Robert was not at home at the time but that's another story.. Grrrr.. Anyway....the dog came running into the backyard toward the shelter and well she can't clear the steps because she's an ittle bitty and too short. So Sis says she's going to get her and stands up. She puts her left foot on the first stair and when she goes to put her right up there she catches the top of it on the under side of the stair case. The metal staircase.. yep.. Raw sheet metal. So she starts to howl. Well it's dark down there and my flashlight is dim. I'm thinking a deep scratch.. And those hurt like hell right? WRONG! All the sudden I start to hear this sickening thick liquid hit the cement. I flash my light toward her foot to see blood pouring up and over her slip on tennis shoe and hitting the floor. Oh holy shit I almost passed out. So.. Nick ran her into the house, bandaged her to slow the bleeding and brought her back out to the hole to safety until the storms passed. Thankfully it wasn't a long wait either. When it was over we got her out and off to the ER we go. This child has not only torn the top of her foot open but she's cut open a blood vessel. It was not pretty. She ended up having a section removed on the vessel, a mattress suture put in and that was closed up with 13 stitches. I feel terrible. I should have been the one to get the dog. Poor kid! But I have to say she's damn proud of those stitches. She's managed in one injury to out stitch both of her brothers on all of their injuries.. KIDS! LOL

Saturday, September 16, 2006

He Knows If You've Been Bad Or Good.......

I've been dreaming of Christmas for the past couple of days. I know it's way too early to think about but I can't help it. I think I'm associating the holidays with happiness and peace of mind. Heh.. Okay.. and being broke and lots of pressure.. But it's a season I love. Christmas in our house is usually great. We used to have a tradition of the entire family putting up the tree and decorating it. The past couple of years it's only been the two younger kids and myself decorating it. It's okay though because it's a tradition I want them to have fond memories of. In my sappy mind I secretly wish it went something like this: The whole family gathers to assemble the tree and we decorate it while laughing, joking, and listening to Nat King Cole sing Christmas songs. Then we'd all sit and drink hot cocoa and marvel at the beauty we'd created as a family. Okay in all reality this is probably how it will go: Robert will be out somewhere with his girlfriend or buddies. He's way too cool to do such dorky things now. Nick will either be working online or he'll be so consumed in chatting it up with whomever he won't notice us. David and Shari will be into it though and for me that's enough. We'll decorate our tree and David will of course put all the red balls in one spot on the tree where I'll go through later and even them out. We have ornaments in a wide variety of ages. We have them from the 40's, we have them from the 70's and 80's(when I was a kid) and every decade since then. They all have some meaning. Some of my very favorites are just plain simple glass ball ornaments from 1991. That was our very first Christmas as a family. We were so poor then. I think I paid a dollar a box for those ornaments. I've managed to protect and save about a dozen from that time period. Although things weren't great in our marriage by a long shot, times seemed to be so much easier. Even being poor. Life was simple. Sometimes I long for those days again... So anyway.. 99 days and about 13 hours till Christmas! Get ready!

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Bah!


Dear Gilby, Tommy, and Jason,

You three should be ashamed. You really made the wrong choice. Don't come crying to me when your band can't make it a year. Maybe if you're good boys, Dilana will let you open for her. Oh and by the way, you guys are off the Christmas card list this year. Probably next too.

Sincerely,
Cat

Wednesday, September 06, 2006



My son got his driver's permit today. Gah!? I'm not ready for this! My husband took him out and let him drive a bit. He said he did fine except for not slowing down to turn corners. LOL. I'm thinking a sedative is in order before I get in the car with him! He'll learn quickly enough I suppose. Speaking of my son.. He was jumped and beat up last week by four guys. Actually he was jumped twice in about fifteen minutes time. The first time it was just one guy.. He hit Robert three times in the head and face before Robert decided he'd had enough bullshit and Robert hit the guy twice in his head with his skateboard, breaking it in three pieces. He then was jumped by the apparent dickhead's friends. He never stood a chance and they beat and kicked him in his head, face, and ribs. He had knots on his head and we thought they broke his cheek bone. Bastards! The cops have a pretty good idea who did it. It sometimes pays to live in a small town. People get stupid and talk and it gets around very quickly. One of the guys has been hiding out apparently. I'm pretty sure it's the one who's sporting a nice gash in his head from the skateboard. I hope they find them and I'm going to see that they give them the stiffest charge they can. These guys are adults. My kid is 15 years old. Yep.. I'm pissed. Here are a couple of pics. One was taken the night it happened.. You can't see the cheek bone jutting out but it was. The next shot was taken the day after.