...or I Need To Get The Hell Out Of This House.
I bought a CrockPot. I am 53 years old and have never owned a CP. It is sitting in the middle of the den floor while I one...am appalled at how damn BIG this thing is....I had in mind RIBS as opposed to, oh say, an entire BODY. And two...WTF? I don't want a CP. I'm guessing I just go stock up on an excessive amount of canned soup and inferior cuts of meat. Maybe I should have researched this. But we have three days a week where people come and go over a four-hour dinner period and...we need a pot of food. That can just sit there. We'll see.
The Nice Kid screwed up on her grades, and I went in to suspend her cell phone account and...couldn't do it. Not for HER but for ME. The Mama wants to know WHERE you are and with WHOM at ALL times. TNK was deeply offended last week when I made her send me a picture of her out-of-town surroundings. I really just wanted to see if the accomodations were as nice as what I was paying for, but she assumed I was checking up on her. Hadn't occurred to me before then ;)
There needs to be a new plan concerning the overweight dog because best I can figure, pouring sausage grease over his expensive Fat Dog Food that he hates, so that he'll eat it, is...potentially defeating the purpose. I'm just sayin'.
The Not Nice Kid had complained about the big toe on her foot hurting. I figured, ripstick accident with no shoes. Blew it off. Blew it off some more. After listening to her WHINE for an entire NIGHT last week I looked at it and...damn. Infected. Dosed her up with antibiotics, soaked it in hot salt water, elevated it, used SAID's for when she had to wear shoes and then...looked at the shoes. Went from a kid's size four to a women's size 6-1/2 in her soccer shoes. Her TRAVEL soccer shoes because she plays four days a week and...her shoes were too little. Just a little more tarnish on the Mother Of The Year crown.
Today is high school homecoming and...do you know I cannot REMEMBER my high school homecomings? At all. I know there are some awesome stories...we had a carpenter-in-training who made our senior homecoming the greatest ever but I only know that because someone ELSE remembers it. Thank you, God, for digital cameras in my kids' lives...no, in MY life for the past ten years.
We potentially had a FREEZE last night!!!!! Like...COLD WEATHER!! I am so psyched...I may run out and cut some wood. (I never HAVE, but I COULD.) And socks...I need to go buy some socks. Haven't been outside to check but...just the notion is exciting.
I hope someone kicks Balloon Boy's parents' ass. Collectively.
We have another orphan...an abandoned kitten. Barely alive. On our way to spend God-only-knows on kitten formula and a nursing bottle. Oh! Hey! THERE ARE ONLY SEVEN OTHER CATS HERE. I live in constant fear that the first time I get sick? My kids are going to assume it's only natural to flush me, feed me to the animals or bury me in a shoebox. I think I'll make them read...what's the EAP story? The movie has Vincent Price...he buries his sister alive...the boyfriend tries to...Usher, House of Usher.
Y'all make sure I'm not breathing.