Was I insane or overly optimistic? I think I was both...
Let's see what I did get done:
Paint Kitchen
Paint pantry
Paint bathroom cupboards
Replace cupboard hinges
Lay vinyl by front entrance
Put new pads on DR chairs
Upholster new pads on chairs
Slip cover chairs
Clean carpets
Re-arrange LR set
Paint girls room
Clean mattress
Wash Pottery Barn Kids bedding
Hang mesh valance over beds
Pack goodwill bags
Sort through toys
Buy frames for pictures
Hang up artwork & pictures
Wash shower curtain
Fix screens on windows
Buy new window blinds
BUY NEW MINIVAN - KIA Sedona LX Sage Green (with DVD)
We accomplished 16 out of 22 in just a few days..oh yeah.
Now, if I could just clean the house.
May 09, 2005
May 08, 2005
Happy Mothers Day
To all you moms, moms-to-be, and grandmas. To those of you trying desparately to be a mom, I give you some (((Hugs)))
This is the first Mother's day without my grandma Bonnie. I feel for my mom and her siblings. I'm a little frustrated when my own mom though. She's back in Yosemite, having purchased one-way ticket for a job she may or may not get. Thank God she did get the job though. However, she's having to room in a hotel until the job starts on May 15th. This means that my already depressed, anxious, stressed, broke, sad (the list goes on) mom has to try and survive until then. Last time she did something like this, I had to call a clerk at a YNP grocery store to purchase her a gift card for food, and an amtrack ticket here. Long story.
She called me Saturday night, and I could tell she had been drinking. We're in the middle of a movie so I told her I'd call back. She never answered. I kept calling and calling, the poor desk clerk. He even knocked on her door two different times! I finally told him I was a bit concerned as she sounded stressed, and he agreed from his own observation. I knew she had been drinking, and knowing my mom, I knew chances are she probably had taken either a sleeping pill with the wine or an anti-depressent. Finally I just reminded myelf I can't worry and fret but just give it over to God in prayer.
My posse knows what I mean when I told myself, "dork fret it" and went on with the night.
The last thing I wanted to invision is her doing something stupid. Most likely an over dose would be accidental, but gosh, is that what I should be wondering on the eve of Mothers day? She's 51 and I'm 31. I wonder if I'll ever feel like I'm more the daughter then surrogate mom.
After a great church service, we got family portrats taken, and enjoyed a great meal the social committee prepared.
We had:
Then my favorite of all, angel food cake with strawberries and cool whip.
Then we tried to guess which moms belonged to the baby pictures on the screen, followed by a hilarious skit put on by the youth pastor & the intern pastor. It was actually very nice, expecially not to have to worry about lunch. I'm glad our church is finally moving more towards a community feel.
I then called my mom, told her how mad I was that she calls like that, and then never answers, and what I was thinking. She admitted she had drank and took some sleeping pills. Ugh. As a kid I always used to worry that one day when I went into her room she'd be dead. After lecturing her, I wished her a Happy Mothers day. Anyways....
Oh, and the bestest part? My homemade card from J, S, M & lil' J. Lil' J's class made these cute night light things. At least I guess that's what they are. S recycled two gifts she gave me last month & some cute coupons, (is she a re-gifter in the making?) and M made me a clay flower with a poem.
I love being a mom. 99.9 1/2% of the time. Ok, more then that, but there are those days.
This is the first Mother's day without my grandma Bonnie. I feel for my mom and her siblings. I'm a little frustrated when my own mom though. She's back in Yosemite, having purchased one-way ticket for a job she may or may not get. Thank God she did get the job though. However, she's having to room in a hotel until the job starts on May 15th. This means that my already depressed, anxious, stressed, broke, sad (the list goes on) mom has to try and survive until then. Last time she did something like this, I had to call a clerk at a YNP grocery store to purchase her a gift card for food, and an amtrack ticket here. Long story.
She called me Saturday night, and I could tell she had been drinking. We're in the middle of a movie so I told her I'd call back. She never answered. I kept calling and calling, the poor desk clerk. He even knocked on her door two different times! I finally told him I was a bit concerned as she sounded stressed, and he agreed from his own observation. I knew she had been drinking, and knowing my mom, I knew chances are she probably had taken either a sleeping pill with the wine or an anti-depressent. Finally I just reminded myelf I can't worry and fret but just give it over to God in prayer.
My posse knows what I mean when I told myself, "dork fret it" and went on with the night.
The last thing I wanted to invision is her doing something stupid. Most likely an over dose would be accidental, but gosh, is that what I should be wondering on the eve of Mothers day? She's 51 and I'm 31. I wonder if I'll ever feel like I'm more the daughter then surrogate mom.
After a great church service, we got family portrats taken, and enjoyed a great meal the social committee prepared.
We had:
- Ham and/or roast beef
- Buttered potatos
- Green bean casserole
- Corn
- Pasta salad
- Rolls
- Relish tray
- Punch & coffee
Then my favorite of all, angel food cake with strawberries and cool whip.
Then we tried to guess which moms belonged to the baby pictures on the screen, followed by a hilarious skit put on by the youth pastor & the intern pastor. It was actually very nice, expecially not to have to worry about lunch. I'm glad our church is finally moving more towards a community feel.
I then called my mom, told her how mad I was that she calls like that, and then never answers, and what I was thinking. She admitted she had drank and took some sleeping pills. Ugh. As a kid I always used to worry that one day when I went into her room she'd be dead. After lecturing her, I wished her a Happy Mothers day. Anyways....
Oh, and the bestest part? My homemade card from J, S, M & lil' J. Lil' J's class made these cute night light things. At least I guess that's what they are. S recycled two gifts she gave me last month & some cute coupons, (is she a re-gifter in the making?) and M made me a clay flower with a poem.
I love being a mom. 99.9 1/2% of the time. Ok, more then that, but there are those days.
May 07, 2005
Yes, I'm alive
Ok, ok, no more emails. Yes, I'm alive. No, I haven't run away. (Although, the thought has entered my mind).
I guess I left you hanging with my last post. Some of you miss my blogging, although for the life of me, I can't see why you'd be interested. Maybe it's because we like to peek into others lives. Maybe it's the camaraderie, you know, the tales of a fellow desperate housewife. Or maybe you just like to laugh at me.
At any rate, I'm here, I'm alive, and I promise to start blogging again. Soon. Until then, let me leave you with a few words to preview what the last few weeks have been like.
Sick car
Depression
Excessive cleaning
House repairs
Decorating
New Car
Foreign exchange student
Tour guide
Porn
Lost and found
Unpredictable mother, being predictable
Sassy kids
Failing grades
Death
Yep, that about sums it up. I think. Oh dear, I guess I've left you hanging, again. Shame on me.
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