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Random Thoughts from a frugal, rural living, Buddhist, Attachment Parenting, Unschooling Mother Who has ADDSuperADDmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05336218644894852197noreply@blogger.comBlogger149125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897786.post-46192194419602654422009-05-11T00:51:00.001-04:002009-05-11T00:51:49.445-04:00giant model airplane<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5MhTdpBBVzM/Sgeu5VWSEZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Z7K07wmhPrU/s1600-h/IMG00439-709446.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5MhTdpBBVzM/Sgeu5VWSEZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Z7K07wmhPrU/s320/IMG00439-709446.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334424583650021778" /></a></p><br> SuperADDmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05336218644894852197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897786.post-24083392177450824612009-05-03T20:08:00.001-04:002009-05-03T20:08:49.348-04:00I need to figure out a way to have more me time-very hard with kids & cfs dh<br>----------------------------------------------------------------<br>Sent by Text Messaging from a mobile device.<br>Envoyé par messagerie texte d'un appareil mobile.<br>----------------------------------------------------------------SuperADDmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05336218644894852197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897786.post-80279984877253723832009-05-03T20:06:00.001-04:002009-05-03T20:06:46.993-04:00Was a nice day except being in a car for 6 hours with 2 neurodiverse kids yelling all the way <br>----------------------------------------------------------------<br>Sent by Text Messaging from a mobile device.<br>Envoyé par messagerie texte d'un appareil mobile.<br>----------------------------------------------------------------SuperADDmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05336218644894852197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897786.post-37322930125124757842009-05-03T11:34:00.001-04:002009-05-03T11:34:58.633-04:00Bring awareness!<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5MhTdpBBVzM/Sf25os0V8mI/AAAAAAAAAI0/pgjf4o6Xze8/s1600-h/ribbon_whiteback_large_sq_pw1n-798635.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5MhTdpBBVzM/Sf25os0V8mI/AAAAAAAAAI0/pgjf4o6Xze8/s320/ribbon_whiteback_large_sq_pw1n-798635.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331621642753143394" /></a></p><br clear="all"><br>read <a href="http://www.nurturedmother.ca/me.php">www.nurturedmother.ca/me.php</a><br><br> SuperADDmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05336218644894852197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897786.post-17276637641754397002009-05-03T02:44:00.001-04:002009-05-03T02:44:44.638-04:00Too busy for words! LiterallyWell just cause it's getting warmer doesn't mean I get to slow down LOL... the gathering of wood still continues for next winter, to be ahead of the game.but it is nice that we have not had to have fires going constantly for over a week or so now. I think I light one 2 days ago, just to take off the dampness from a MAJOR rain storm. We've been collecting wood here and there, but we need to work on the trailer to get it fixed. we came home from the city today feeling own because we had no way to gather all the huge pile of pallet wood from the back of the home depot store, because the van was full of groceries, freecycle and garage sale finds.I'm hoping we can make it a priority to get the trailer fixed in the next two weeks, before our next trip back there.<br> <br>I'm happy that today we found a hospital table for the bed for hubby when he's to tired and sick to get out of bed, for only $10. The secret to deals at a yard sale, is be nice, and chatty, go late, with small cash, offer them a price that is about 40 percent off of what they wanted for it, or gather a bunch of stuff and say. will you take ... and they usualy are happy to not have to drag it back into the house again. we also got 4 stools for the house and workshop for sitting at workbenches or the kitchen counter for Dh when he wants to help, for only 5 bucks.<br> <br>The weather has been very spring, and I think i need to bring out the lawn mower tomorrow and cut the grass for the first time, it is getting LONG!<br><br>As well we are cleaning the yard, clearning off the fence of dad grape vine ( and making vine wreaths out of it to sell), getting the workshop orgnized, planning the garden to grow vegetables so we can have fresh free food all summer, and can for the winter. this year we are taking on eight 4 by 4 foot square foot gardens section, and having two foot walking paths between them. we hope to over time make it a nice walkway with pebbly stone, but that will require many family fun trips to the beach LOL, and bringin home a few pails at a time :)<br> <br>We are also gathering sticks, and wood for a waddle fence alone the side of the house, and bricks and stone for fix the front retaining wall for the flower beds, as well as gathering materials for some other garden projects, including windows for a greenhouse off the back of the workshop.<br> <br>I've been also looking into a passive solar heating panel system we can build to heat the workshop through the winter from the sun. we are plannning to gathering he supplies needed. testing the plan, and if it works, adapting it to work on the workshop as well as the house.<br> <br>Also after finding a fixed $100 a month for hydro before I even turn on a light switch we are working on ways to suppliment our hydro with wind, since it is WINDY here, so windy in fact the province is trying to get wind power stations put here in our area and he old farts all with one foot in the grave are all complaining about it. " it will lower our propery value, and is bad for your health ..waa waaa"<br> <br>Anywya... it's a busy crazy season right now.. all while I brain storm and work to see if I can find a way to make some extra money to help pay some bills.we are barley scraping by, and property taxes are coming up again in June.<br> <br>like I said.. too busy for words.<br><br><br><br><br> SuperADDmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05336218644894852197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897786.post-72356459731381876572009-04-17T17:35:00.002-04:002009-04-17T17:45:01.900-04:00Sad.. sooooo sad...The driver in this story is my first cousin. We grew up together, he is like a little brother to me.<br><br>He has two broken arms, a broken leg, and they operated for over 5 hours to put in pins and plates and set the breaks. he is physically ok. Emotionally he'll never be the same. The lone driver of the other vehicle is his best friend and was to be the Best man at their wedding in this coming august. He was not physically hurt much at all. bumps and bruises. but emotionally as well a basket case.<br> <br>Life is short folks...cherish it....don't screw around.<br><br clear="all">
Woman dies in collision<br><br><br> Fri. Apr 17 - 9:01 AM<br> MARBLE MOUNTAIN — One person is dead after a head-on crash in Cape Breton early Thursday morning.<br><br> Paramedics and emergency crews received reports of the two-vehicle collision in the Marble Mountain, Inverness County, region at 7:20 a.m., said Krista Beck, spokeswoman for Emergency Health Services.<br><br> Christina Louise Crant, 26, died at the scene. The vehicle she was travelling in crossed the centre line and collided with a pickup, an RCMP news release said.<br><br> Her 29-year-old fiance had been the driver of the car, RCMP Sgt. Brian Rehill said.<br><br> The man had been trapped inside when emergency crews arrived. He was airlifted to the Queen Elizabeth II Health Sciences Centre in Halifax with serious injuries, Sgt. Rehill said.<br><br> There was no update on his condition later in the day.<br><br> Another man, the driver and lone occupant of the truck, was taken to the Strait Richmond Hospital by ambulance.<br> <br> Police did not know the extent of the man's injuries. He is believed to be in his 30s, RCMP said.<br><br> The victims are all from the River Denys area, Sgt. Rehill said.<br><br> Neither alcohol nor weather is believed to be a factor in the crash.<br> <br> "Roads were dry at the time, so the matter's under investigation," Sgt. Rehill said. "We're trying to figure out what happened here."SuperADDmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05336218644894852197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897786.post-84528885347880926472009-04-15T22:10:00.001-04:002009-04-15T22:10:21.200-04:00One Word Wednesday<font size="6"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;">SUNSHINE!!!!!</span></font><br clear="all"><br><br><br> SuperADDmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05336218644894852197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897786.post-5211973711314763832009-04-12T20:16:00.001-04:002009-04-12T20:16:03.957-04:00About Me- According To My Children<div class="note_header"><div class="note_title_share clearfix"><div class="note_title"><span>About Me...according to my kid</span></div><br></div></div> Ask your child the following questions and write down their answers exactly how they answer. It's fun to see what they come up with! the trick is you HAVE to write what they say.. if you chose to do it, you can't stop... I dare ya :P<br> <br> According to my 8 year old daughter<br> <br> 1. What is something I always say to you?<br> uhhh...i don't know...sometimes you say I love you<br> <br> 2. What makes me happy?<br> uhhh....when I draw you flowers?<br> <br> 3. What makes me sad?<br> unnn....i don't know<br> <br> 4. How do I make you laugh?<br> uhhh..by farting ( crap I didn't want to do this interview, i KNEW she'd say that)<br> <br> 5. What do you think I was like as a child?<br> hmmm-pretty<br> <br> 6. How old am I?<br> 40 un no, not 40..unnn 34 ( she's right)<br> <br> 7. How tall am I?<br> ummmmm4 foot 11 i think ( she's right)<br> <br> 8. What is my favorite thing to do?<br> ummmm..hmmmm....i think your favorite thing to do is singing and playing guitar<br> <br> 9. What do I do when you're not around?<br> uhhh... cuddle with daddy<br> <br> 10. If I become famous, what will it be for?<br> ummm....singing and playing guitar<br> <br> 11. What am I really good at?<br> ummm....hmmmmm....i really think that your good at recording stuff on your computer that is music<br> <br> 12. What am I not really good at?<br> ummm...i don't know ( good answer)<br> <br> 13. What is my job?<br> being a mommy, or my mommmy<br> <br> 14. What is my favorite food?<br> i don;t know...maybe it's everything..lol ( that's her laugh out loud not mine)<br> <br> 15. What makes you proud of me?<br> when you give me big big big hugs<br> <br> 16. If I were a cartoon character, who would I be?<br> ummm...super mommy?<br> <br> 17. What do you and I do together?<br> we paint sometimes, draw pictures, and sometimes you teach me the guitar<br> <br> 18. How are we the same?<br> we are both girls<br> <br> 19. How are you and I different?<br> ummm...you're older then me<br> <br> 20. How do you know that I love you?<br> umm you give me kisses and hugs good night.<br clear="all"><br>*************************<br>According to my 4 year old son<br> <br> 1. What is something I always say to you?<br> ummm..uhhh..i'm gonna fink....knock knock...i don't know<br> <br> 2. What makes me happy?<br> ummm..making a sandwich<br> <br> 3. What makes me sad?<br> ummm running around in the house and stores<br> <br> <br> 4. How do I make you laugh?<br> ummm..by saying farts<br> <br> <br> 5. What do you think I was like as a child?<br> i don't know<br> <br> 6. How old am I?<br> i don't know...mommy...how old are you now?<br> <br> <br> 7. How tall am I?<br> write how tall you are so I can see and then I'll tell you<br> <br> 8. What is my favorite thing to do?<br> umm clean up the house<br> <br> 9. What do I do when you're not around?<br> ummm talk to daddy<br> <br> 10. If I become famous, what will it be for?<br> ummm....i'm finking....(long pause giggling on the floor finking)....umm say "what makes you happy again..."<br> <br> 11. What am I really good at?<br> cleaning the house<br> <br> 12. What am I not really good at?<br> you weren't good at feeding horizon...( he says with a pause after thinking for a few minutes) he wants me to erase that cause I laughed and went ohh man.. last week i accidentally killed one of our budgies by forgetting to fill the food dish for some consecutive busy days :(<br> <br> 13. What is my job?<br> ummm. your job is cleaning the house<br> <br> 14. What is my favorite food?<br> ummmm...i know what your favorite food is...chicken and potatoes and, and.......cheesecake<br> <br> 15. What makes you proud of me?<br> ummm cleaning the house for me<br> <br> 16. If I were a cartoon character, who would I be?<br> ummmm....in my world you'd be super girl<br> <br> 17. What do you and I do together?<br> ummmmmmmmmmm.feed the birdies<br> <br> 18. How are we the same?<br> wearing clothes<br> <br> 19. How are you and I different?<br> you are wearing a white shirt and black pants, and I am wearing red jammies with chinkmunks on them<br> <br> <br> 20. How do you know that I love you?<br> for getting us this house ( he means he knows that I love him cause we got this house to live in and he loves it here)<br><br> SuperADDmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05336218644894852197noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897786.post-88486644019303236302009-04-10T22:51:00.001-04:002009-04-10T22:51:52.593-04:00Someone else's trash...<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5MhTdpBBVzM/SeAFyCJTxLI/AAAAAAAAAIs/esElroqeUxs/s1600-h/sewingncraftcorner-712594.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5MhTdpBBVzM/SeAFyCJTxLI/AAAAAAAAAIs/esElroqeUxs/s320/sewingncraftcorner-712594.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323261116679439538" /></a></p><br clear="all"><br>With the warmer weather coming finally I am able to be in the workshop, that is minimally heated, and start setting it up for the purposes we have intended. <br><br>Over the last few days I've moved the stuff in the corner intended for the craft & sewing area, and started putting in the large furniture. But today my 8 year old daughter and I went out and got the majority of it done. Now over the next little while, we'll be sorting the boxes and boxes of materials, setting up the painting and drawing areas for the kids, filing the papers we have of magazine articles of craft ideas, "junk-booking" materials, and organizing the decoupage-jewelry making, and other assorted areas for all the different things we like to do & try. <br><br>we measured the space we decided to allot, and will eventually build walls around & the craft sewing area takes up the equivalent of a 10 by 14 room at the moment, with the plans to build UP, and make a lofty area above for storage and other crafts that could be done up there. <br><br> the amazing thing I realized moving it all around and such, is that every piece of furniture in the area is either a junk pile find, a hand me down from friends and neighbors, a side road "free take me" find, or a freecycle item. <br><br>The filing cabinet is from my old high school's Science Lab my dad got me when they were tearing it down to build the new school back in 1998ish & I'm building organization filing shelves for the kids crafting with papers etc to the left you can't see in the picture right now with ketchup boxes from the local grocery stores, MEGA bargain sale...LOL...works good for that. <br><br> I'll take better pics late when it is all done. the paintings were here when we moved. we stuck them on nails that were already in the walls..lol <br><br> SuperADDmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05336218644894852197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897786.post-19072651974158380912009-04-08T20:17:00.002-04:002009-04-09T11:43:01.872-04:00Gut Instinct or Obsessing? I feel very strongly that a medical professional thinks I'm a hypochondriac because I am aware of my own body, and I consider symptoms to usually be a sign of something going on that needs to be looked at and when they show up, I'll go to this peron and say.. this is what's happening...i'm concerned it looks like...let's check it out. Now to clarify, I have not done this excessively, and I am NOT a person to run to a medical professional for every single little thing.
What has precipitated this additude from this peron is that I made requests in the past year for specific tests to rule out specific stuff.
The one test I did get done came from the ER doctor ordering it due to the issue I presented with, but my family practitioner never followe up. I asked my family practitioner for a referral to a neurologist and for MONTHS the referral never came... & was apparently "lost" & only done once I pushed for it...MANY MONTHS later, asking why it was taking so long.There is a family history of an issue that concerned me, and with vague information from my mother, I was trying to inquire as to the issue. given the ongoing symptoms I've had and what this looked like when you add up all the separate things I've been diagnosed with over the last 4 years.
Now it is almost a full year later since the first request and things show to be normal based on head only cat scan and EEG I had done, though I'm still have the dizzy spells, walking balance issues, sore neck, headaches, numb patches on my back, and tinglness on my back, along with chronic and worsening lower back and hip pain. etc. This seems to be as far as it is bein taken with this professional....and for some time now I've had an issue getting them to even document my hip and lower back pain in writing. at the last 3 appointments ( in the span of maybe 6 months) I've But saying. I have this tingly patch on my back, my hip hurts a lot, and it never gets written down, and then was told that that kind of thing can't be xrayed t check until it has been an official complaint for over 6 months, though I've been mentioning it for years.
Anyway...this professional has also recently held my annual PAP test results from me on purpose for 5 months until it was time to do a retest to make sure things are fine & because the test came back with abnormalities.
I feel manipulated & like I can't trust this professional & also feel like in future they won't take my concerns serious given that they have a bias in that direction against me. This professional admitted to me today that the results were held back from me on purpose because they "knew you would spend the whole 6 months fretting".<br><br>I'm feeling sick about it, and I can't let it go, but I'm not sure I should be letting it go...my gut tells me otherwise. Others say I'm obsessing. At this point I'm really not feeling comfortabel gong back to them about the ongoing pain, and seemingly nerve issues in my neck and back/spine. Dh and I have decided to go around this person and go to a clinic and see a differetn doctor and explain the situation and see if perhaps they'll order the tests, or will refer me to a specialist to look deeper into the issues, I'm having.<SIGH></span><br clear="all"><br><br>SuperADDmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05336218644894852197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897786.post-74123044627903446202009-04-08T03:46:00.001-04:002009-04-08T03:46:33.093-04:00After all that my boy fell alseep on my bed & looked @me smiled& said i wove u mommy :) I cried!! <br>----------------------------------------------------------------<br>Sent by Text Messaging from a mobile device.<br>Envoyé par messagerie texte d'un appareil mobile.<br>----------------------------------------------------------------SuperADDmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05336218644894852197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897786.post-69742126141605722872009-04-07T20:59:00.001-04:002009-04-07T20:59:15.376-04:00Is there a last straw?do I sigh....keep it in and keep plugging away? Should I climb to the top of a mountain and scream<br> until I can no longer hear, and no longer have a voice? or just sit here on the floor in the kitchen crying as I wipe up the apple raspberry sauce my 4 year old just spilled all ALLLLL over the floor. No I can't sit here crying... I have too much stuff todo, and it never ends. I'm painfully reminded that becaue I was catching up on dishes and cutting wood for the terribly cold day it is today, that I have not been doing the laundry and I have a dry load to fold. two loads to dry and way too many loads yet to wash...<br> <br>I look at the clock wonering when bedtime is? the melatonin should hvae kick in by now, but he's now tettering upside down on the rocking chair on his head balancing. I wonder if I have the energy and paitence to parent at this very moment, or should I just crawl under the covers in a fetl postion and seek mothering myself.<br> <br>Where does the drive come from... the will to keep going. the patience needed to politely ask what the 1 millionth time you hear "mommyyy" in that shrill, high squeal pitch, knowing, JUST knowing that you're about to hear about the injustice done to one by the other.<br> <br>and as I blog this to prevent myself from slipping into that insanity i HOPE all mothers some days feel. I'm interrupted by the DH telling me that he wants to TV to watcha movie with the girl.. and so.... I have to stop what I'm writing...<br> will I get back to this later.. not likely.. and it shall remain unfinished. like everything else on my to do list.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br> SuperADDmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05336218644894852197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897786.post-46369033973756154452009-03-30T22:54:00.001-04:002009-03-30T22:54:53.886-04:00long silence...soo busy these days<p>Each of us has characteristics we define as 'good' and those we define as 'bad.' The parts of ourselves that we continually reject want to be acknowledged and loved. Until we honour these aspects, they will continue to assert themselves. They will do whatever they can to get our attention.</p> <p>What aspects of yourself do you reject?</p> <p>Take a few moments to open to the parts of yourself that you do not love. See each one honestly for what it is. Explore the wounds and the motives that gave rise to its condition. Love a wounded part of yourself and it will heal.</p><p><br></p><p>I've been trying to do some deeper evaluation of myself these days and see why I am the way I am.. I mean I KNOW why I am the way I am to an extent. We can call it nature...the brain chemistry I've been given is not anything I can deny, change, or get rid of, but I can learn to live with it better.<br> </p><p>Struggling with Auditory Processing Disorder and ADHD is not easy.. but to try to explain the depths that it affects my life and the lives of the people who I live with is almost impossible. People do not think ADHD and go, oh wow, ADHD impairs you enough to cause you to be on a disability pension?!</p> <p>umm yes it does.</p><p>The dealing with Auditory processing dysfunction on top of that makes things REALLY REALLY HARD, and until recently I never really realized just HOW much it impares me. I was not aware just how much i hide my inability to hear people when there is background noise, too many voices in the room, etc. I didn't realize that it impaired my judgment on being able to understand people with thick accents. I never realized just how much mental power it takes in a day for me to process everything I hear and have to try and filter out. I didn't realize how half the arguments I have with my husband or children, are due to me not hearing properly what i being said, making an assumption, and basing my next statement or decision on THAT info, and it being a total and complete miscommunication that leads to upset people, hurt feelings, and MAJOR frustration on every one's part.</p> <p><br></p><p>I hate that I make SO many mistakes all the time. that I lose stuff, forget things, burn dinner misread the directions and get us lost, mis calculate the numbers and screw up the banking etc etc. I've spent so much time in my life trying to hide my shortcomings from everyone else for fear of big ridiculed for them, AND for being emotionally beaten down in my younger years for being "day dreamy" scatterbained and cumbsy, that I will deny until I am blue in the face such an incident even if the evidence is right there for all the world to see. and then I just look insane, like a liar.</p> <p><br></p><p>Studying Buddhism for the last 8ish years has lead me down a path of finding out who I really am, it has given me the strength I needed thus far... but there is such a long journey still ahead of me. I try to make it about the journey and not the destination, but it is never easy to stay mindful of such things al the time.The road is sometimes VERY bumpy and the hills are VERY high to climb...some days I'm too tired to keep going.<br> </p><p><br></p><p> I've been trying to work on actually finding out WHAT I want in life... not this is not some kind of midlife crisis.. I've always been evaluating this, but I'm trying to prioritise what is important, what NEEDS to be done and what doesn't etc.</p> <p>What is it that my subconscious seeks so badly that i will do emotionally dysfunctional things to achieve, almost regardless of the cost.. I'm still analysing....What do i want to do...what do I LIKE to do, what do i LOVE to do, not just what am i capable of doing, because honestly.. I'm probably capable of pretty much doing just about anything I have interests in. So what do i like to do, what gives me and my family pleasure, and what can I let go.... since I like to do so many thing sand have yet till a list of things I want to do and try that I have no time for. </p> <p><br>So far this is what I know.</p><p><br></p><p>I am a people person.</p><p>I have the "gift to gab" <br></p><p>I can sing, and VERY good at it, and enjoy doing so. it brings me peace internally, but I'm terrified to sing in public anymore since I stopped drinking.</p> <p>I like photography I like painting, and I've figured out what kind of photography I like to do, so I'm leaving the other kinds behind.</p><p>I'm very inventive & creative about re purposing stuff</p><p> I'm poor at organization</p><p>I'm physically clumsy<br></p><p>I'm poor at internal time telling<br></p><p>I hardly ever finish ANYTHING I start and I want to change that, I want to feel like I can accomplish something, be proud of myself for a FINISHED job. I feel the need to</p> <p>I get very deeply upset when I make mistakes and disappoint people. I don't like people around me to be sad or unhappy.</p><p>I get very upset when people don't take time to know me and then make assumptions about my life.</p> <p>I want to be recognized for the things I do that I am good at.. on an overall scale.. I'm not talking personally by people in my house necessarily because the recognition is there. I'm talking about on a larger scale. I don't mean I need or want to be worldwide famous, but I'd like some recognition for my creativity and hard work, and good ideas, and have them bring my family some financial Independence and capabilities...</p> <p><br></p><p>ohh .. I'd write more.. but i'm tired, and my brain is feeling like mush and tomorrow is grocery day<br></p><p><br></p> SuperADDmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05336218644894852197noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897786.post-27068225250309928702009-03-13T22:47:00.001-04:002009-03-13T22:47:08.260-04:00RedNeck SwingSet<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5MhTdpBBVzM/SbsarOzjDeI/AAAAAAAAAIM/nQ1iUBwUuVs/s1600-h/p_00245-728262.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5MhTdpBBVzM/SbsarOzjDeI/AAAAAAAAAIM/nQ1iUBwUuVs/s320/p_00245-728262.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312869515424632290" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5MhTdpBBVzM/SbsarvisZhI/AAAAAAAAAIU/N7VKt3drnAI/s1600-h/p_00244-728979.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5MhTdpBBVzM/SbsarvisZhI/AAAAAAAAAIU/N7VKt3drnAI/s320/p_00244-728979.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312869524212311570" /></a></p>who needs a $400 wooden swing set from Toys R US!! ( well I wouldn;t turn it down if someone offered it to us, but... when you can't afford it, you do what you have to...)<br><br>$1 worth of rope hanging around the workshop, two pieces of two by four for free from wood pallets we acquired, a couple holes drilled in the wood to string the rope through.. tied to the sturdy pre existing structure on the side of the work shop=happy kids.<br><br>the kids played outside for about 3 hours today.. they came in with their faces all rosey red :)<br clear="all"><br>It's nice to have a back yard, but I'm still a little worried about 4 yo son being out there, as he follows his big sister around the house and our sidewalk is close to the road.. which you would think on a back country road, should not be an issue, but some local idiots lie to drive by the house doing about 40 over the limit :( think I might get some nails for the road and have my tea on the front step and wait for them to turn the corner! we need to get the fence built. in the sections that are not done.<br> <br><br><br> SuperADDmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05336218644894852197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897786.post-37098352996699242172009-03-10T14:55:00.001-04:002009-03-10T14:55:37.349-04:00ADD strikes again :PSo very often with ADD, I think to do something and then so many things between when I thought of it and when I get it done distract me, that it is lucky that I get it done even at all!<br><br>here's a silly event that happaned last night.. I'm cutting and pasting from my facebook status wall and comments to show...my poor hubby really does have a good sense of humor about it all thank goodness :)<br> <br>and because some people asked me I thought I'd clarify that No, in fact I do not mind that he calls me ADDGirl :)<br><br><b>My Status:</b><br><div class="caption"><span class="status_body">Ril never remembers to have a cup of tea.. but I just saw Rose Marie is having one, so I'm gonna go make a cup.</span> <span class="caption_meta"> <span class="story_time">11:29pm</span><span class="action_links_title"><span class="action_link_dash action_link_dash_0"><br> </span></span></span></div><div class="wall_posts" id="feed_comments_5311396021071531562_67904815406"><div id="comment_5311396021071531562_67904815406_995977" class="wallpost"><div class="wallimage"><b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Comments</b><br> </div><div class="wallcontent" id="comment_box_5311396021071531562_67904815406_995977"><div class="wallfrom"><a onclick="remove_feed_comment_dialog("67904815406", "5311396021071531562", 995977, "580907222", 0, 22, "67904815406", "e5e56041b88bb05d"); return false;" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"> </a><span class="wallmeta"></span>Carolyn<span class="wallmeta"> at 11:11am March 10</span></div> <div class="walltext"><div id="text_expose_id_49b6b5eb62dc90f85145399" class="wall_actual_text"><i>ACK! I can't live without tea, lol. Hope you enjoyed it!</i></div></div></div></div><div id="comment_5311396021071531562_67904815406_997048" class="wallpost"> <br><br>MamaRil<br><div class="wallcontent" id="comment_box_5311396021071531562_67904815406_997048"><div class="wallfrom"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=580907222"> </a><span class="wallmeta"> at 1:19pm March 10 <a href="http://www.facebook.com/mobile/"></a></span></div> <div class="walltext"><div id="text_expose_id_49b6b5eb633407b00307158" class="wall_actual_text"><i>Lol took me 5 hours to make it-then forgot it while changing the sheets& it was only luke warm by the time i remembered it again-half the cup is cold on my bedside table-lol-i'll try again today!</i></div></div></div></div><div id="comment_5311396021071531562_67904815406_997825" class="wallpost"><div class="wallimage"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1475793235"><br> </a></div><div class="wallcontent" id="comment_box_5311396021071531562_67904815406_997825"><div class="wallfrom"><a onclick="remove_feed_comment_dialog("67904815406", "5311396021071531562", 997825, "580907222", 0, 22, "67904815406", "e5e56041b88bb05d"); return false;" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"> </a><span class="wallmeta"></span>Dear Hubby<span class="wallmeta"> at 2:29pm March 10</span></div> <div class="walltext"><div id="text_expose_id_49b6b5eb638596857484965" class="wall_actual_text"><i>*FACEPALM*<br><br>11pm: <br>Her:Do you want a cup of tea, dear?<br>Me: Umm, sure. Yeah, I guess, that sounds good.<br>Her - disappears into kitchen.<br> <br>4am:<br>Her: So,do you want Earl Grey or this Peach stuff?<br>Me: WTF?</i></div></div></div></div><div id="comment_5311396021071531562_67904815406_998017" class="wallpost"><div class="wallimage"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=580907222"><br> </a></div><div class="wallcontent" id="comment_box_5311396021071531562_67904815406_998017"><div class="wallfrom"><a onclick="remove_feed_comment_dialog("67904815406", "5311396021071531562", 998017, "580907222", 0, 22, "67904815406", "e5e56041b88bb05d"); return false;" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"> MamRil</a><span class="wallmeta"> at 2:48pm March 10</span></div> <div class="walltext"><div id="text_expose_id_49b6b5eb63d147a13721815" class="wall_actual_text"><i>LOL ADDgirl strikes again :P<br><br></i><b>Now I'm gonna post this and go to make a cup of tea....lets see how long it takes me to get it today :)<br> </b></div></div></div></div></div><br clear="all"><br><br> SuperADDmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05336218644894852197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897786.post-60589721981943712142009-03-09T04:04:00.001-04:002009-03-09T04:04:52.344-04:00family fun day!We went curling today at our local club for a free intro to curling day... the kids LOVED it...we're thinking of going back the next free day, and possibly seeing if we can scrounge up the funds for a seasons next year... it's $450.00 for a whole seasn, adn that is a LOT of money!!! but we really do love curling, the sport, to watch.. and after today...we really love the idea of trying it for a season as an activity. a good way for the kids to get out their energy.<br> <br><br><br><br> SuperADDmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05336218644894852197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897786.post-63129171025966195072009-03-03T02:13:00.001-05:002009-03-03T02:13:08.083-05:00No it's not icecream<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5MhTdpBBVzM/SazYhLty3TI/AAAAAAAAAIE/_EO6VkIbxGM/s1600-h/IMG00291-788085.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5MhTdpBBVzM/SazYhLty3TI/AAAAAAAAAIE/_EO6VkIbxGM/s320/IMG00291-788085.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308856125355121970" /></a></p>Chocolate chip cookie dough. 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Unfortunately with hormone fluctuations, it seems n matter how well the Concerta is working for me, I become a complete bumbling idiot at this time. it drives me nuts, because it affects me on so many levels, and I end up going around in circles like I have one foot nailed to the floor. I hate that it means that I spend my time catching up, and falling behind every month... I really need to get a handle on this, as the management of it right now if not effective. Suppressing my menses with a birth control pill, as my family practitioner suggested, has not been effective at ALL thus far.
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So today meant the start of catching up on the stuff I always fall behind on during my cyclical trip to ADDworld for a week to 10 days.thankfully, when my mom & dad were passing through on the way home, my mom ( also ADD) whirled through my kitchen and cleaned it up for me, so I've been trying to stay on top of what she did, and not let it get too bad, so it has not been too bad.
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I'm still feeling a bit sctterbrained, my attention span is pretty low... but I'm trying to push through.
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Today I got up, feed the kids ( homemade waffles and icecream) They were totally impressed that mom gave them ice cream for breakfast, but hey.. I figure, it is dairy, and they'll eat it, and has no more sugar then a box of fruit loops with milk anyway, or pouring over half a bottle of syrup on them... and the coolmom points I gained for that maybe help offset how crabby I've been this last 2 weeks. After the icecream breakfast the boy required bathing because he was covered in icecream and he hates being sticky.one of his sensory issues, among others.
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I went out and got a yard cart full of wood. made a fire. did a sink full of dishes,folded laundry, put more in washer, & switched some over to dryer.
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Then I cut out pictures of clothes from the weekly ads for clothing stores. My daughter who is 8, never puts her clothes away when I give them to her, and her dresser is EMPTY, with her clean clothes all over her room getting mixed up with her dirty stuff. She's a visual learner,and get overwhelmed easily by stuff she thinks is too complicated or require multi steps to finish, so I asked if some pictures on the drawers would help and she said yes, so we sat together and cut out socks and underwear, sweaters, shirts, pj's and pants and dresses pictures and stuck them on her dresser with clear packing tape. Quick and dirty, but she was happy, and now she can see what goes where...4yo son wants the same done for him stuff. more cool mom points.
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Then I went upstairs with my fixed computer to set it back up. Hubby finally looked at it last night after supper when I asked him to if I brought him everything he needed. I had alreayd had the power supply unscrewed and case open, and the power supply from the kids PC un hooked and ready to go inot mine. As suspected, the power supply had died for some unknown reason, but Dh was not up to looking at it since I had done that over 2 weeks ago. As I cannot edit any of my pictures or write anything without my computer, I was getting antsy, and I think did pretty good at not being pushy ( read crqabby and bossy) at him to look at it. it was not easy for him to do, but he did it, thankfully...( he got paid later in trade :P)
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My computer is upstairs in the office, but no networking wires have been run yet, so I'll have to put stuff on a thumb drive and bring it down here to the laptop in order to upload anything to the internet, but at least I can work again. I need to get working on the websites.
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Anyway, I got the computer hooked back up, and my desk moved a little more over to where I wanted it, unpacked 5 boxes, and made a few phone calls needed to be made about acquiring some real fire wood...yes already CUT & Split! I'm working on getting that in the next week...for the rest of our cold weather, and to help us get a head start on next year's cold season.
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Then I fed hubby a late lunch, which required him reminding me he had not eaten to remember...concerta takes away my appitite, and when I'm not hungry I don't think of food, so I literally need a schedule or it is not even on my radar. He was complaining he was cold at his computer...our bedroom is on the main floor, and with some well placed fans and a good fire we can usually get it up to a decent 19 to 22 degress C in there, but for some odd reason the front door on the house blew open last night with minus -18 degress outside and was open for about 10 to 15 minutes before we really noticed...( because we were sitting right BY the fire) I kept saying to DH " why am I feeling such a cold draft all of a sudden?") The door somehow popped open, and was sitting WIDE open, letting out all the hot air , and our bedroom has been unable to get above 14 degrees C since last night. I was worried about our budgies getting a chill, as they are right near the way through the bedroom to the front door of the house, and the breeze was blowing through there, but they seem fine, thankfully.
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I decided to do something about the issue, and hang the fan up high in the doorway as we'd been talking about for a while now.
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Well being the ADDer I am...the tools I needed to hang the fan, were missing...still are in fact. this kind of thing, drive hubby NUTS, and in order to not go insane watching me, he had to just walk away and leave me to it, because I had to look for a drill bit and hookeyes etc. I searched and looked around and cannot find the drill bits, but my ADD saved the day, because I went to the workshop to get the ladder, and got sidetracked off searching through other stuff, and found a better option to hanging the fan that would not require the cuphooks and drillbit! :) I ended up finding a different option, and went on the mission to hang the fan by our bedroom entrance ( no door yet) to let the hotter air that rises go into our room. It took me over 2 hours to find the stuff I needed with that little side jaunt in the workshop, and getting the ladder, putting in the hooks, and getting the fan up there.. but I got it up there...hubby snapped a picture from his phone.
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Super ADD Girl to the rescue :)
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the black wire in the picture is a temperature sensor from a thermometer DH's father bought him for christmas, that has come in quite useful, as it tells us the temp up high where I hung it around the corner, and then also down low on his bedside table where the middle of our room basically is.
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I had to go get another yard cart of wood, and make another fire, but it has now been an hour since I hung the fan and the bedroom is now gone from 14 to 17 degrees.. with the fan hanging blowing air that is at about 24 degrees into the room. Hopefully in another hour or so with keeping up with the fire , the bedroom should be back up to a decent temp.
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now that I took all this time to write this I need to go make supper.. which I actually planned in advance ( a bit) so hopefully it won't take too long.SuperADDmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05336218644894852197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897786.post-10844471846988900722009-02-25T22:12:00.003-05:002009-02-25T22:25:28.302-05:00Latest PortraitsMy hubby did a photo session with me and the kids.. he refuses to get behind the camera.. typical photographer...here are some pictures.. but he wants me to warn... theya re low res, and therefore may seem not sharp.. not a aproduct of his skilz... my upload choice :P
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My hubby did a photo session with me and the kids.. he refuses to get behind the camera.. typical photographer...here are some pictures.SuperADDmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05336218644894852197noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897786.post-49109490986920680692009-02-25T21:58:00.001-05:002009-02-25T21:58:28.270-05:00One Word WednesdayWhere are you right now? Living<br>Are you bored? no<br>What day is today? hump<br>Are you happy? yes<br>Do you have a lot of friends? no<br>Are you close with them? yes<br>Who do you tell everything to? DH<br>Is that person your best friend? yes<br>Does your best friend call you their best friend? yes<br>Does your best friend have other best friends? no<br>Do you ever fight with your best friend? YES<br>Does your best friend know everything about you? yes<br>Do you know everything about your best friend? maybe?<br>Are your friends jealous of your best friend?dunno<br>Do you miss being a kid? NO<br>Who was the last person to call you? propane<br>Who was the last person to text you? Hubby<br>Who was the last person to comment on your latest facebook status? none<br>Do you have twitter? YES<br>Who was the last person to @ msg you on twitter? toomanyhats<br>Which do you like better facebook or twitter? equal<br>Do you have any tattoos? no<br>Do you have any piercings? yes<br>Do you have any regrets? lots<br>What are you wearing?black<br>What was the last movie you watched? uggg<br>Who was the last person to email you? the Universe<br>Is that person a close friend? ok<br>Who was the last person you talked to? son<br>What did you say? bed!<br>Do you wish you were somewhere else?nope<br>Are you a nice person? depends<br>Do people like you? maybe<br>Have you ever been out of the country? USA<br>Where would you like to go?everywhere<br>What song are you listening to? asshole<br>Are you getting bored of this survey? yep<br>What's your favorite thing to eat? foodSuperADDmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05336218644894852197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897786.post-63855335456444503372009-02-18T12:05:00.002-05:002009-02-18T12:14:38.155-05:00One Word WednesdayNOISY!SuperADDmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05336218644894852197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897786.post-15137374613997551692009-02-17T23:18:00.000-05:002009-02-18T12:30:13.749-05:00Day Trip.I had an appointment with my Dr for my ADD in the city, so we took the opportunity to stop a few places and take some pictures.
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We got some free skid wood from behind a home depot as well, which should do us for about 5 days or so as well. so it was a pretty productive day all told, except that hubby stepped on a nail while breaking up the skids. :( thankfully he just had a tatanus shot recently, and it was a clean non rusty nail...we've cleaned it up, and though it is sore, I think it will be ok.
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<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5MhTdpBBVzM/SZxD0VpJ6LI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kG814hYXbIc/s1600-h/IMG_0734.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5MhTdpBBVzM/SZxD0VpJ6LI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kG814hYXbIc/s200/IMG_0734.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304189027577620658" /></a>SuperADDmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05336218644894852197noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897786.post-72057588091532413072009-02-16T12:14:00.001-05:002009-02-18T12:17:53.348-05:00Family day 2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5MhTdpBBVzM/SZxCoiLVLFI/AAAAAAAAAGM/HE9EPn4Qk9M/s1600-h/IMG_0677.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 139px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5MhTdpBBVzM/SZxCoiLVLFI/AAAAAAAAAGM/HE9EPn4Qk9M/s200/IMG_0677.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304187725272132690" /></a>SuperADDmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05336218644894852197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897786.post-86898739731629672152009-02-15T04:46:00.001-05:002009-02-15T04:46:49.029-05:00Happy " Just another day" My Valentine's Day thoughtsso.. I was just sitting here, and watching the tweets rolls by on Twitter in the early Am hours post V day. I noticed a lot of women talking about it being nice and what they got as gifts. still a lot more tweeting about getting home from evening out, and needing to get out of the clothes they are in to get comfortable, and still others tweeting about how their V-day sucked over all.<br> <br>It was then that the word Comfortable hit me, and I smiled, and I thought... mmmmm comfortable... yes I am.. and I love it. I would not want to be any where else.<br><br>I admit that I once fell victim to this made up holiday that does nothing more than make everyone feel unloved and lonely at some point in their lives, and in my opinion, holidays are supposed to make people feel loved and special. I spent a lot of my teen years without a date to the Valentine dance, and therefore didn't go, and felt ugly and fat and unloved, I spent my early 20's trying to make up for that my dating anyone who would even look my way, and even married one of them! ( uggg)... I used to dress up, and spend hours on my hair and make up to go out.<br> <br>I get how it all works... but there is so much beyond that surface.<br><br>I worked in bars as a Karaoke Hostess in my 20's and it was just a given that as the hostess, showing off your boobs, batting eyelashes, flirting, getting and keeping the attentions of male Patrons and looking good doing it, would keep me hired by the bar to come back and bring in the customers for them to sell drinks to. I've been here, done that.<br> <br>I get the whole sell the package to date someone in order to find a mate, possibly one you'll marry. But that is not who you really are. is it? It is not who I am.. thought I admit, to meet my husband for the first time, I spent a considerable amount of time preparing to meet him ( and terrified to death he'd hate how I looked, being too short and too chubby)<br> <br>I hated that, and not being seen for who I really was on the inside...but I did it anyway, because that is what society says we as women need to do...sell ourselves sexually in order to be liked. <br><br>Perhaps 10 year has matured me, and I've gained wisdom, or at least I'd like to think it has, and I have not just become complacent. Thought I can guarantee you some of those girls crying themselves to sleep alone tonight, or having meaningless drunk " I don't want to be alone on Valentine's day" sex with some guy who'll leave tomorrow morning and will never see them again would look at me and say I'm crazy, or laugh and say I've fallen victim to the "being married-going to pot" issue they will never find themselves in, but I don't care... I'm comfortable and I think they could learn a thing of two from it.<br> <br>They can laugh at all they want....I hope they find someone to be comfortable with soon, who loves them for who they really are, because being comfortable is OHHHH SOOO wonderful!<br><br>My husband didn't buy me chocolates, or roses, or diamonds, he didn't make me breakfast in bed. He didn't take me out to a romantic dinner that costs a day's salary, or spend twice as much on a bottle of wine to get me tipsy in hopes I'd "put out " later. <br> <br> I didn't spend hours worrying about what I'd wear, or how I looked, pouring myself into some tight pair of leather pants, stiletto high heel boots, and cinching myself up into a corset to show off my boobs, in order to get sexual attention from him. ( I mention this because someone tweeted that as I was reading...that's what they were taking off after a night at a bar, and coming home alone, upset that the efforts were in vain)<br><br>If it wasn't so sad that these people are creating their own misery on this made up holiday I'd laugh at the fact that as a "frumpy married housewife and stay at home mother" I got lucky more times today then they have in probably a month. But I don't take pleasure in other people's pain ( even if it is misery and pain they have caused themselves merely by their own perceptions and thoughts)<br> <br>So just what IS comfortable? What made a perfect Valentines day for me?<br><br>First I didn't have an expectation, it was just another day.<br><br>I woke up this morning to a soft kiss on the back of my neck and a loving snuggle under the blankets. My children came and said good morning, and then want off to pay with & feed the dog, play Wii, eat breakfast, and left hubby and I alone to enjoy some alone time...sure it wasn't "sexy and steamy" like in the movies...sure we had to stop about 6 times and go check on them to make sure they were not torturing the dog and to get them to stop fighting over the Wiimotes...but it was good, and real, and relaxing and wonderful, and the kids didn't even haved a clue.<br> <br>Then I got up, leaving hubby to rest and nap some, and went and got some wood for the house, and let the kids play in the workshop riding their bikes. We came in and was greated by Hubby who was up feeling somewhat rested from his extra sleep. Throughout the afternoon there was small moments of affection, kisses and winks, and hugs, between making the kids get their snacks off the floor, getting the fire going, and make the kids stop fighting over the heart shaped sugar cookies we baked the night before.<br> <br>Then we decided to go into the city to find some scrap pallets for free heat and to take in a movie with some free movie passes we have. This didn't mean all of a sudden I went running off to plan my attire etc....I pulled my hair back in a pony tail, changed my shirt to one with long sleeves. put on clear lip gloss, my winter boots and coat, got the kids and hubby in the van and off we went.<br> <br>Our valentine's day meal was McD's burgers in the van of the Wal-Mart parking lot, where we went to allow our 4 year old son to buy some things with his birthday money from his Nana.<br><br>While we were there we picked up milk, because we needed it.<br> <br>Then we went to a movie...hubby and I sat together, with kids on either side of us ( to keep them from fighting) we enjoyed the movie, we text messaged each other while watching the movie LOL ( we're geeks LOL) the kids loved the movie, and we enjoyed watching them watch it and enjoy it.<br> <br>Then when left the movie, we got in the van and went and grabbed some busted up pallets/skids from behind a store in the city that offers them free for the taking, and drove home. The kids slept in the back seat after about the first 15 minutes of the over 1 hour drive. During that drive home, Hubby and I chatted and laughed, joked and smiled. It was comfortable, and it was good.<br> <br>We came home and got the kids to bed, and as I write this, DH is now sitting behind me at the stove making fire to warm us up again after being gone for over 7 hours. Then we are going to go to bed, and we'll snuggle and go to sleep, or maybe not... and then we'll go to sleep.<br> <br>Comfortable is a good place to be :)<br><br>being happy, or being miserable is all in how you chose to see things.<br><br>How do you see it?<br><br>I hope you saw it as a good day, no matter what status you are ( single /married or otherwise)<br> <br>Happy "just anoher day"<br><br><br clear="all"><br><br><br> SuperADDmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05336218644894852197noreply@blogger.com1