~ Monday, September 20, 2010 ~

What a freaking day! First, I had to send smoke signals to my husband at his work via my friends on Facebook...."Captain Destructo and his brother chaos are at it already today. Josiah has locked my bedroom door and pulled it shut, with no one in the room. WTH? Why? My phone is in there. My clothes are in there. The key to unlock the bedroom door is in there, all of my keys are in there. ****If any of my friends see this and you ...have Mike's cell, will you call him for me and ask him to bring the key home at lunch? Grrrrr!!!****" Later: Josiah, why did you lock the bedroom door? ~ Because Sam was going to get me. ~ But shouldn't you have locked yourself IN the bedroom, not OUT of it? ~ (Josiah just smiles & shrugs his shoulders...after all, he is his Mother's child.....).
Thank you Katie for sending rescue! 




I am doing my normal Monday clean-out-the-fridge routine and the DISCOVER CARD turns up...Facebook: Robin Jenkins Duralia...

"just found my lost credit card. It was in my fridge. That's right. My REFRIGERATOR. It's very cold."

SO it's in an Itty Bitty Bites Healthy Kids Meal bag, from our lunch at Earth Fare last Friday, which is, in fact, the last time I saw it.  What the hell was I thinking? Or was I even thinking, period? Mike laughed his ass off, for the second time today. What if I were as "on top of everything" as you would like for me to be, Mike? What would you have to laugh at?

 

Today was chore day. Sam cleaned the boy's room, Josiah helped me downstairs. If I put them in the same room, with Josiah tending to be a slacker when it comes to cleaning, Sam gets pissed, someone throws a toy or something, and there is much crying & tattling. We deep-cleaned the kitchen, re-organized the "cleaning closet", cleaned the dog kennels, tried the carpet steamer I have owned for many years yet never took out of the package, cleaned the guinea pig cage, made organic blueberry/vanilla almond milk popsicles, and did some laundry. The "cleaning closet" is a closet under the stairs that holds pet foods, cleaning supplies, paper items for replenishments, and the vacuum. Weeeelllll....the zoo grew so the food bags got bigger, then the vacuum cleaner became evicted from the closet, then even some food bags were evicted. It just needed to be emptied and re-organized, now everything is back in it's original home. Cassidy did the bathrooms when she got home. Mike fixed the vacuum cleaner when he got home, and reprimanded me about how my shaggy rugs keep messing it up. He says I can't vacuum my rugs with it anymore. The rugs take up 80% of the floor, MIKE. What am I supposed to vacuum them with, if not a vacuum cleaner? A better solution is...I vacuum the rugs, and you continue to fix the vacuum cleaner. Team-Work!

 

 

Shaimeek (I think that is spelled right now, I was spelling it incorrectly before) comes over to play and stays until 915pm, at which point Mike drove him home. He was here 6 hours and his Mom never called once. We don't mind him being here at all, so maybe his Mom should just pack his stuff and send him here to live. The boys & Shaimeek had a little spat over the fence with the kiddos of the Pit Bull owners (who we have taken to court, and had to spend $5000 on a fence to keep our animals and ourselves safe...). Sam comes in and says BB gun, and I go ape-shit. I go out, the chick is atop MY fence, I ask her to get down, she smarts off. If my kiddos are on someone else's property and they are asked to move off of it, I expect them to say yes sir/yes maam, and get the hell off! She told us that side was THEIR fence. I could have come across it at that point. Mike sat all three of the boys down and talked to them about it. It's really so sad that all some kids think about is fighting, who fought who, who is going to fight who, etc. It's sad that dogs stay chained up and ignored 24-7. The police frequent the house. I hear the older brother over there is in a gang...NICE. I think I may resume my house-hunt now.  I was sitting in the "cleaning closet" sorting out a few final items last night while Mike was getting the boys through their baths, and I thought, "I need to develop a relationship with the chick, because she needs a positive role model." Now how do I do that? If that is what the Universe calls for, the Universe will make it happen. Maybe next time she is by the fence I will speak to her. What to say to make her trust me? I have no idea. Keeping the bad energy going helps no one. If I react to her the same way everyone else probably does (negatively), how does that benefit the good of the Universe? It doesn't. I have been told before by another neighbor that she was trouble. So we just label her trouble and treat her accordingly from now on? The kid didn't wake up one day and decide, "I think I'm just going to be trouble from now on." 

 

 

I cooked chili beans for dinner, and may have to do them again tonight because they were so popular.

 

I am excited to have registered for FLT Fall Gathering. It was really cool to notice that some pics of my lovies are featured on the FLT website, in fact I think I took most of the pics on there! Take a look! Look at my hubby in his pot-hat! So sexy! http://flt.fltnc.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=49&Itemid=56

 

I finished "R" is for Ricochet, and started "S" is for Silence. I really need to get into Moll Flanders, but am addicted to Sue Grafton now!