So I have recently learned that several other ladies I know consider themselves to be insomniacs. They all report that their husbands sleep fine. Hmmmm. This makes me wonder. Why is it just us?
Today, I learned that two different people I know take Tylenol PM so that they can go to sleep at a regular hour. This is not scandalous;. I have been known to take Benadryl. Or other stuff in my medicine cabinet left over from miscellaneous surgeries LOL. However, I was surprised they told me. Tylenol PM knocks me out for like a day and a half. Tylenol PM is like Meprergan to me. Give me a darvicet, I'm fine. Sometimes even Benadryl doesn't make me sleepy. But give me some tylenol PM and I'll see you in a couple of days.
Now let me ponder for a minute something else I am confused about. When you have surgery, the doctor gives your medicine because you will have pain. Why have I encountered person after person who feels that they can not take it? I don't mean to sound like a junky, but if I am going to be laid up in the bed recuperating, I am going to be in the zone, via some prescribed medications. I am just saying...
Friday, August 24, 2007
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Peg boards are a-hangin'
I now have peg boards hanging in my house. I can hang my jewelry up so that I can keep a better inventory of what I have made and what I need to work on. Yay! Happy Day! Here is a closeup of just one section...and then a total picture....jpg)
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I wonder
I wonder if Miles will help Miss Mandy Candy Kelly pick butter beans if she plants them. Something tells me she will.
Picking butter beans is her big thing. She helps my mom pick butter beans sometimes.
The other day when my mom told her I would be there to pick her up shortly, she responded that she wasn't going home yet because they hadn't picked the butter beans yet. She told her Mawmaw that she needed to spend the night again because Mawmaw needed her to pick the butter beans with her. There were no butter beans in needed of picking. It was just a ploy to get to stay.
She loves to "pick the butter beans". (*See previous entry about inviting herself.)
Picking butter beans is her big thing. She helps my mom pick butter beans sometimes.
The other day when my mom told her I would be there to pick her up shortly, she responded that she wasn't going home yet because they hadn't picked the butter beans yet. She told her Mawmaw that she needed to spend the night again because Mawmaw needed her to pick the butter beans with her. There were no butter beans in needed of picking. It was just a ploy to get to stay.
She loves to "pick the butter beans". (*See previous entry about inviting herself.)
"What Blue Gonna Be Today?"
We have a dvd called "Blues's Job". It is about what you can be when you grow up. Miles loves it, and we often have to watch it all day long. However, she doesn't ask to watch "Blue's Job". Instead, she comes up to you with her finger inquizatively positioned on her head and says she wants to watch, "What Blue Gonna Be Today?"
Anyway, she has long since professed that she wants to be a doctor. Then occassionally, since seeing this Blue's Clues episode, she says she'll be a doctor AND a teacher. Sometimes, after we have serenaded Lola, she will announce that she will be a showgirl. (Get it? Her name is Lola, she is showgirl...)
So today, here is the dialogue:
Miles: Daddy, when i grow I up I will be big like you.
Phil: Well, yeah, but I am a man. Little boys grow up to be men. Your a little girl.
Miles: Hmmmmmmmm.
Phil: What do little girls up to be?
Miles, with zero hesitation: Little girls grow up to be doctors.
LOVES IT!!!!!!!!!
Anyway, she has long since professed that she wants to be a doctor. Then occassionally, since seeing this Blue's Clues episode, she says she'll be a doctor AND a teacher. Sometimes, after we have serenaded Lola, she will announce that she will be a showgirl. (Get it? Her name is Lola, she is showgirl...)
So today, here is the dialogue:
Miles: Daddy, when i grow I up I will be big like you.
Phil: Well, yeah, but I am a man. Little boys grow up to be men. Your a little girl.
Miles: Hmmmmmmmm.
Phil: What do little girls up to be?
Miles, with zero hesitation: Little girls grow up to be doctors.
LOVES IT!!!!!!!!!
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Kissing booboo's
Today while at my parents' house, Lola busted her lip and Miles fell and hurt her cheek.
As described by ma mere: "I thought Lola might be climbing the back stairs and I sent Miles in there to check. (My mother was probably cooking in the kitchen.) Next thing I know, I hear Miles practically dragging Baby Lo-Lo, who is crying, and Miles tells me she fell. I think Miles tried to bring her to me against her will."
My mom has yet to overcome the fact that "she let Miles burn her hands" while trying to make me some Rice Krispy treats after a hard day (emotionally) at work. When the movers drove away from the house we sold, I had forgotten that United Van Lines always honks! When they honked as they drove away from my house, I lost it. LOST IT! Then I had to go to work. I was a basketcase. See, because my daddy built houses, I have this emotional attachment to dwellings. He didn't build my house bc his health wasn't great when we built it, but he had done sooo much.
Anyway, to this day, Miles will come into the kitchen and say, " Oh! The thingy is red! I have to get away!! You might let me get sprinkles like Mawmaw did!! Mawmaw let me get burned-ded on that ol' stove!" (Quote will mean more in a minute, I swear!) Miles referred to her palm burns as "sprinkles". (After my mom removed the pot from the stove, Miles went over and laid both hands palm-down on the flat-top stove where they had been cooking. I got a message at work to bring children's Tylenol bc they had a mishap; at the time I was working to make sure that we were secure if my husband left his miserable job. I came home to my baby, aspleep in Mawmaw's lap with her hands submerged in a pan of ice water.)
Phillip and I could not afford to spend a bunch on landscaping, so they had a totally professional landscaping job put in at our house. My daddy came over and surprised me for my first Christmas with handmade shelving that went over the double doorways display my stuff. My parents painted my whole entire house for me in my reds and yellows. Momma and Daddy came rolling up with Milesy's first swingset on the trailer when I was pregnant with Lola. Daddy planted me a special tree for outside my kitchen window, and it grew to be like 20' tall, that oak tree did! They also took care of our hail damage repairs...so Phil and I could keep State Farm's $3800 check for other stuff. It was just a labor of love. So I cried.
But back to the point, for those of you that don't know, my parents have a set of stairs right inside their back door. This staircase is a set of cajun stairs, which means it is for convenience only and they are very steep and tiny. They are not safe for a baby, and even though there is a door at the bottom for privacy, the door is sometimes left open.
The upstairs in their house is just two rooms: a huge "bedroom" (which is really a huge open space that they use for the computer/office, a tv, a microwave, two old iron beds for guests plus clothes in the closet) and a bathroom. In other words, when we had to live there for a week in between houses last Christmas, it was like our own apartment. I could even pop popcorn in private. LOL. There is no gate at the top of the stairs, so Lola is not supposed to go up there ever without an adult. However, the baby girl can climb. Oh, and classic to my parents, antique collectors and auction Fuh-REAKS, about half of the room is separated by standing screens and hides an insane pile of belongings that they don't know what to do with. Classic. Que the Samford and Son song, please.
But really, one day I'll go on Antiques Roadshow and find out some crap they had all these years is worth a mill. For those that are unfamiliar, my youth was spent at local estate auctions. My niece has a bed that came from the Crosslin sale of about 1990 in Eagleville; I have a dresser that is tigerwood maple. My sisters have some gorgeous furniture. My parents have a really awesome sense of style. They are both totally artist. Find me a house in Murfreesboro or Louisiana built by my dad and you will see, they always produced a NICE product. However, and here's the good part...my dad ALSO liked to buy the mystery boxes. You know what they are, right? Who'll gimme, who'll gimme, who'll gimme five dollars for this box of old quilting scraps. I tell you who'll give you $5. V. DEAN FELDER will!!!!!!!!!!! (Like my middle name, the V. shall reamin a mystery, as it is not his preferred name. Hint: It isn't Vernon or Victor or anything else you'll guess...)
Granted, I shouldn't say those things. Because one day, I WILL own the antique checkerboard that hangs proudly on their wall. It is an old tabletop that someone painstakingly drew a checkerboard on in probably the great depression. It is awesome, and I love it. There are just always a few random dishes that I ask about that always solicit the same response...which is, "Oh! Daddy had to have those at that ol' auction over on 231 where the Harold's used to live." My mom is not as much of a fan. Though she is a fan of inserting "that ol' " in describing almost anything. Like as in, crackheads, "smoke that ol' dope", Pamela Anderson is, "that ol' trash, Pamela whatever," etc.
Classic!
As described by ma mere: "I thought Lola might be climbing the back stairs and I sent Miles in there to check. (My mother was probably cooking in the kitchen.) Next thing I know, I hear Miles practically dragging Baby Lo-Lo, who is crying, and Miles tells me she fell. I think Miles tried to bring her to me against her will."
My mom has yet to overcome the fact that "she let Miles burn her hands" while trying to make me some Rice Krispy treats after a hard day (emotionally) at work. When the movers drove away from the house we sold, I had forgotten that United Van Lines always honks! When they honked as they drove away from my house, I lost it. LOST IT! Then I had to go to work. I was a basketcase. See, because my daddy built houses, I have this emotional attachment to dwellings. He didn't build my house bc his health wasn't great when we built it, but he had done sooo much.
Anyway, to this day, Miles will come into the kitchen and say, " Oh! The thingy is red! I have to get away!! You might let me get sprinkles like Mawmaw did!! Mawmaw let me get burned-ded on that ol' stove!" (Quote will mean more in a minute, I swear!) Miles referred to her palm burns as "sprinkles". (After my mom removed the pot from the stove, Miles went over and laid both hands palm-down on the flat-top stove where they had been cooking. I got a message at work to bring children's Tylenol bc they had a mishap; at the time I was working to make sure that we were secure if my husband left his miserable job. I came home to my baby, aspleep in Mawmaw's lap with her hands submerged in a pan of ice water.)
Phillip and I could not afford to spend a bunch on landscaping, so they had a totally professional landscaping job put in at our house. My daddy came over and surprised me for my first Christmas with handmade shelving that went over the double doorways display my stuff. My parents painted my whole entire house for me in my reds and yellows. Momma and Daddy came rolling up with Milesy's first swingset on the trailer when I was pregnant with Lola. Daddy planted me a special tree for outside my kitchen window, and it grew to be like 20' tall, that oak tree did! They also took care of our hail damage repairs...so Phil and I could keep State Farm's $3800 check for other stuff. It was just a labor of love. So I cried.
But back to the point, for those of you that don't know, my parents have a set of stairs right inside their back door. This staircase is a set of cajun stairs, which means it is for convenience only and they are very steep and tiny. They are not safe for a baby, and even though there is a door at the bottom for privacy, the door is sometimes left open.
The upstairs in their house is just two rooms: a huge "bedroom" (which is really a huge open space that they use for the computer/office, a tv, a microwave, two old iron beds for guests plus clothes in the closet) and a bathroom. In other words, when we had to live there for a week in between houses last Christmas, it was like our own apartment. I could even pop popcorn in private. LOL. There is no gate at the top of the stairs, so Lola is not supposed to go up there ever without an adult. However, the baby girl can climb. Oh, and classic to my parents, antique collectors and auction Fuh-REAKS, about half of the room is separated by standing screens and hides an insane pile of belongings that they don't know what to do with. Classic. Que the Samford and Son song, please.
But really, one day I'll go on Antiques Roadshow and find out some crap they had all these years is worth a mill. For those that are unfamiliar, my youth was spent at local estate auctions. My niece has a bed that came from the Crosslin sale of about 1990 in Eagleville; I have a dresser that is tigerwood maple. My sisters have some gorgeous furniture. My parents have a really awesome sense of style. They are both totally artist. Find me a house in Murfreesboro or Louisiana built by my dad and you will see, they always produced a NICE product. However, and here's the good part...my dad ALSO liked to buy the mystery boxes. You know what they are, right? Who'll gimme, who'll gimme, who'll gimme five dollars for this box of old quilting scraps. I tell you who'll give you $5. V. DEAN FELDER will!!!!!!!!!!! (Like my middle name, the V. shall reamin a mystery, as it is not his preferred name. Hint: It isn't Vernon or Victor or anything else you'll guess...)
Granted, I shouldn't say those things. Because one day, I WILL own the antique checkerboard that hangs proudly on their wall. It is an old tabletop that someone painstakingly drew a checkerboard on in probably the great depression. It is awesome, and I love it. There are just always a few random dishes that I ask about that always solicit the same response...which is, "Oh! Daddy had to have those at that ol' auction over on 231 where the Harold's used to live." My mom is not as much of a fan. Though she is a fan of inserting "that ol' " in describing almost anything. Like as in, crackheads, "smoke that ol' dope", Pamela Anderson is, "that ol' trash, Pamela whatever," etc.
Classic!
Sunday, August 19, 2007
My little monkey(s)
OK, so when Miles was a baby, we called her Birdie, Monkey, Boo Boo, Milesy, Baby Doll. You name it. Lola is also a monkey. They are climbers. They both want to climb all over the treadmill. At least it is seeing some human touch. LOL.
Anyway, Lola is such a daredevil. She will do anything that she perceives as being risky. I swear. That child is so luckily she hasn't broken a bone yet. She will be climbing up on the bar stools and standing in the swiveling seats before I know it.
Anyway, Lola is such a daredevil. She will do anything that she perceives as being risky. I swear. That child is so luckily she hasn't broken a bone yet. She will be climbing up on the bar stools and standing in the swiveling seats before I know it.
Weekend, how can you be gone so quickly?
This weekend is over and I am so sad. i mean, Friday was just yesterday. Not literally, but it seems that way!
On a good note, I sold a travel system on Craigslist and think I have a Travel Lite bassinet sold, too! Yippee! I now love Craigslist.
I did get our shower curtain up the other night. YAY. We can use our own bathroom again. it looks nice. It is 'brushed bronze'. Fancy!
Lola has busted out with several new words this weekend. Yesterday, I scolded her, "no, no, Lola. No climbing up the stairs. You need to get your booty back down here right now." Do you want to know what she did? She said, "Bad! Bad! (pause) Bad! Bad! Bad!" Then when Phillip tried counting to stop one of them for doing something wrong, he said, "One. Two." Before he could go on, she flung that little arm up, pointed at Miles and screamed, "Three!!!!!" It sounded more like "tree" but is was still "three"!
On a good note, I sold a travel system on Craigslist and think I have a Travel Lite bassinet sold, too! Yippee! I now love Craigslist.
I did get our shower curtain up the other night. YAY. We can use our own bathroom again. it looks nice. It is 'brushed bronze'. Fancy!
Lola has busted out with several new words this weekend. Yesterday, I scolded her, "no, no, Lola. No climbing up the stairs. You need to get your booty back down here right now." Do you want to know what she did? She said, "Bad! Bad! (pause) Bad! Bad! Bad!" Then when Phillip tried counting to stop one of them for doing something wrong, he said, "One. Two." Before he could go on, she flung that little arm up, pointed at Miles and screamed, "Three!!!!!" It sounded more like "tree" but is was still "three"!
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
So, let's see...
Today's highlights include buying a new showed curtain rod and liner since ours collapsed and broke last week. Problem is, I forget to buy more clips, and some of the metal clips didn't survive the fall. Doh! So now I have my lovely rod but can't hang my curtain. This makes me so irritated. UGH!
Another highlight included when Milesy fell in Walmart and slammed into the ground chin first. It was horrible. She immediately--like by the time I could grab her up off the floor--had a bruise under her chin and a large red puffy spot surrounding her whole chin. I felt so bad. The floor wasn't wet or anything. She just missed her little step and went flinging forward. Ouch!
Yet another part of our day to remember is of Lola in her new gown. Buddy she is proud of that gown. It is green and long sleeved with little monkeys all over it. Precious!
Another highlight included when Milesy fell in Walmart and slammed into the ground chin first. It was horrible. She immediately--like by the time I could grab her up off the floor--had a bruise under her chin and a large red puffy spot surrounding her whole chin. I felt so bad. The floor wasn't wet or anything. She just missed her little step and went flinging forward. Ouch!
Yet another part of our day to remember is of Lola in her new gown. Buddy she is proud of that gown. It is green and long sleeved with little monkeys all over it. Precious!
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Do you remember...
"Has anybody seen my dog?"
It has a funked out beat and was a crazy little song from my childhood.
It has a funked out beat and was a crazy little song from my childhood.
First day of school
So today was the first day of school for our very special favorite little cousin. The report is that she did very well with no crying or bad anxiety melt down over saying goodbye in the classroom. Oh, well, that was about her momma, but the little girl starting school did really well, too, and loved it!
My birthday
I keep forgetting to tell everyone what I did for my birthday.
On Saturday night, the day before my birthday, Phillip (old nickname P-Funk), Missi (still nicknamed Missi Misdemeanor) and I (Dust) went to Fuji for hibachi! Yum! This is something I really wanted, but Miles is afraid of the flame as of the last two times we went. My mom called before lunchtime and offered for the kids to go spend the night, so that was really nice of her. After, we went to Missi's new house and chilled. Her boyfriend, Matt, came over after he got home from Nashville and we hung out til kind of late. It was fun but we all kept yawning. We really are getting on up there, I guess, LOL.
Anyway, on Sunday, we went to golden Corral for lunch and then visited with Phillip's parents before heading home for a brief nap. (My allergies has been flaring up like crazy since before Fuji, thus I had taken a LOT of allergy medicine and was exhausted.) After our little siesta, we headed to my parents' house for dinner. My mom made me swiss chicken as the main dish and a chocolate cake with white icing. It was a great day!
Oh, and Phillip bought me a HUGE crocodile print black purse and matching wallet. It is cool.
On Saturday night, the day before my birthday, Phillip (old nickname P-Funk), Missi (still nicknamed Missi Misdemeanor) and I (Dust) went to Fuji for hibachi! Yum! This is something I really wanted, but Miles is afraid of the flame as of the last two times we went. My mom called before lunchtime and offered for the kids to go spend the night, so that was really nice of her. After, we went to Missi's new house and chilled. Her boyfriend, Matt, came over after he got home from Nashville and we hung out til kind of late. It was fun but we all kept yawning. We really are getting on up there, I guess, LOL.
Anyway, on Sunday, we went to golden Corral for lunch and then visited with Phillip's parents before heading home for a brief nap. (My allergies has been flaring up like crazy since before Fuji, thus I had taken a LOT of allergy medicine and was exhausted.) After our little siesta, we headed to my parents' house for dinner. My mom made me swiss chicken as the main dish and a chocolate cake with white icing. It was a great day!
Oh, and Phillip bought me a HUGE crocodile print black purse and matching wallet. It is cool.
This is sweet.
Today we went to Kroger around the time Phillip was heading out from work. Now first and foremost, in case you don't have children, let me explain something. They know, people. They have a little mind clock that tells them exactly what time someone should be home. They start anticipating Daddy's arrival home precisely one hour prior to his arrival, which means right about the time he departs the office. Anyway, this is sweet, but can spell disaster when he is late. They have a T-total meltdown when he doesn't come Hi-Honey-I'm-Home-ing it at 6 PM sharp.
Anyway, today we came in the door from Kroger right around 6PM, and heard a noise that sounded sort of like my cell phone. It was actually my set of hummingbird wind chimes, and I quickly realized this, but Lola did not.
As her tiny little almost 15-month-old butt toddled in the door in front of me, she, too, heard the chiming. She, too, thought it was my phone. Her instinct kicked in that he would be home soon, if not already, and in the funniest moment all day, looked up, around, every which way, while craning her little neck. Then she begin to announce loudly, with one fist to her ear like she was holding a phone, "Lo? Da-ddy? Lo-ooooo? Da-dyyyy? Lo? Da-ddy?" ("Lo" was short for hello, like she was answering a phone!) By the way, her little fist was up to her left ear with her thumb cocked out, ready to suck at any second if he didn't reply!
It was worth a million bucks as she investigated the living room and her empty hand holding her imaginary phone, looking for Da-ddy's voice on the other end or in the house somewhere.
Bless her heart. She is a sweety, I tell you that much is true.
Anyway, today we came in the door from Kroger right around 6PM, and heard a noise that sounded sort of like my cell phone. It was actually my set of hummingbird wind chimes, and I quickly realized this, but Lola did not.
As her tiny little almost 15-month-old butt toddled in the door in front of me, she, too, heard the chiming. She, too, thought it was my phone. Her instinct kicked in that he would be home soon, if not already, and in the funniest moment all day, looked up, around, every which way, while craning her little neck. Then she begin to announce loudly, with one fist to her ear like she was holding a phone, "Lo? Da-ddy? Lo-ooooo? Da-dyyyy? Lo? Da-ddy?" ("Lo" was short for hello, like she was answering a phone!) By the way, her little fist was up to her left ear with her thumb cocked out, ready to suck at any second if he didn't reply!
It was worth a million bucks as she investigated the living room and her empty hand holding her imaginary phone, looking for Da-ddy's voice on the other end or in the house somewhere.
Bless her heart. She is a sweety, I tell you that much is true.
PS Spray tanning is addictive.
Literally, I just want to go every single day. It is like I tan all the time but spray tanning literally takes like five minutes including getting prepared, getting sprayed and getting dressed again. A-MAZ-ing, I tell you. Amazing!
Being tan makes me feel so much better about myself. It is a splurge that is paying off immediately. I can already tell that I am going to be one of their clients that comes in for spray tanning four times a week.
Being tan makes me feel so much better about myself. It is a splurge that is paying off immediately. I can already tell that I am going to be one of their clients that comes in for spray tanning four times a week.
Sometimes life just stinks!
Literally! There is apparently a skunk outside somewhere! Walk out my back door and all you smell is the horrific stench of skunk!! Good thing I am not having a cookout or anything!
Monday, August 13, 2007
Horrible
So a friend of a friend suffered a terrible tragedy yesterday. I do not know the parents personally, though I am involved in Artsy Mama's with the mom and some of my friends know them well. Anyway, their little three year old boy drowned. I don't know any details about how or why, but my friends said the mom is doing better than expected and seems really strong. I don't know how. It is just the most horrible thing ever. UGH.
It just seems surreal to have to acknowledge that you won't be hugging that baby again. It would be easy to just give up living yourself. How sad.
I can't even remotely imagine never smooching Lola's puffy little fat cheek or kissing Milesy's perfectly puckered little lips again.
This has ruined my birthday. (I don't in any way whatsoever mean that in a selfish way like my birthday is important with this going on in my circle of artsy friends!)
It just seems surreal to have to acknowledge that you won't be hugging that baby again. It would be easy to just give up living yourself. How sad.
I can't even remotely imagine never smooching Lola's puffy little fat cheek or kissing Milesy's perfectly puckered little lips again.
This has ruined my birthday. (I don't in any way whatsoever mean that in a selfish way like my birthday is important with this going on in my circle of artsy friends!)
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Working out
I love the feeling after I workout with the weights but GOD I hate making myself get in the car and go over there. Tonight I did not get home until 10:20 because I had to get some groceries at Walmart after going to the Y. UGH! At least now I don't have to go on Friday night! YAY!
Miles likes to invite herself over to her grandma's house
Milesy is once again spending the night at Mawmaw and Pop-Pop's house. This morning she says, "Momma, don't fuh-get my suitcase, 'cause I'm stayin' the night at Mawmaw's."
This was before any mention of the event to my parents. Later, when we saw my Mom's car out shopping, this jewel came out: "Momma, go on and put my car seat in her car, 'cause I'm staying the night at Mawmaw's for a slumber party tonight."
This was before any mention of the event to my parents. Later, when we saw my Mom's car out shopping, this jewel came out: "Momma, go on and put my car seat in her car, 'cause I'm staying the night at Mawmaw's for a slumber party tonight."
RADAR
I am so happy that I will once again be getting Radar in the mailbox on a monthly basis. I really loved Radar. I loved the article on Walt Disney World employees and anothe on International Male clothing.
A note about mom jeans
I have noticed a decline, and I can't help but wonder if the SNL skit from several years ago gave some of these women a wake up call.
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