Checking in...

Busy as a bee today..let's see, oh yeah I am not supposed to be doing that, but it was so nice spending time with the family, seeing friends and not sitting in the recliner or laying on the couch with my foot propped.
However: I am paying for it now with swelling and a little pain.
This morning my husband decided to clean out the refrigerator and do the dishes that any of that food was stored in. After handwashing several big pieces and putting two loads through the dishwasher; the frig is completely empty.
I went in once while he was loading the dishwasher and started cleaning out the top shelf. I was reminded quickly why I don't put leftovers in recycled butter bowls. Cause when you think you are grabbing the butter, and the lid comes off, and there really isn't butter in the bowl - instead there is chicken noodle soup - it creates a HUGE mess. Get the picture?
Butter bowls are for butter ... please lets get this right and not pass it down to our children. Recycle the bowl in a recycle bin, so I don't have to explain why I threw chicken noodle soup all over the floor and cabinets.

Daughter K is feeling better, after sleeping it off. She has eaten three meals today and feels pretty great. Daughter R is really helping out today folding laundry and cleaning and dusting... Daughter A played in her basketball game today, we all went to watch along with my parents, she played a really good game. So proud.

Then we decided to go watch the local high school team. I over did it. I will be the first to admit, my foot is entirely too swollen tonight and the cast seems to be cutting the circulation off. Thank goodness I am taking baby aspirin to thin my blood. (I guess that is what it is for..)

Anyhow, I am worn out with a swollen foot. So i am checking in and checking out.

Random thoughts...

Have you ever noticed on facebook that everyone's profile picture is either of their dogs, half their face (like Wilson the neighbor on Tool Time) or some completely random person. The whole point of a profile picture is just that - YOUR profile. I wanna see who I am talking to, not fido that can stand on his back legs.

I do love facebook though it has given me the opportunity to connect with old elem-hs friends, college friends, work connections that I have made over the years, friends I have met through my children and their activities, current friends and co-workers. I promise you I am not a creeper, I post ALOT. For those of you that don't know what a creeper is you probably are one. Sign in, never post, don't play games, accept friend requests and just read everybody's posts.
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One of my favorite commercials running right now is the Old Spice commercial. It reminds me of this really funny guy I went to college with named Bobby. You know you have seen them and you know they are funny. "I'm on a horse"... hahahaha
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My youngest daughter K, my baby, was supposed to spend the night with a friend tonight - me and the hub were going to go to dinner with friends (they meet every friday night but we haven't ever been able to make it) but K came home from school today with chills, fever, headache and stomach issues. An hour after she got home she got sick.

She is sleeping on the couch and it looks like the recliner for me tonight. Gotta keep tabs on her. She woke up a little bit ago and wanted one cracker and a sip of 7up. Crossing my fingers that stays where it went, at least for the night, if you get my drift.

She had also been crying at school most of the day because one of the girls she has grown up with is moving away. I can remember being in 6th grade when my very best friend moved to OKC because her dad got some job that ended in "Commissioner".. Yes I know what it means now, but back then it wasn't a good enough reason to pull my faithful friend away from me. Her brother was my brother's best friend and her mom and mom were really close so I think my whole family struggled with that one.
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Lemon drops are cool candys. My grandma and grandpa always had a bowl full of lemon drops and I used to put extras into my pocket when I left their house. No telling how many my poor mom found in my pockets before she washed my clothes. I bought some the other day and the smell and taste brought memories of the gpa and gma flooding back. I am so thankful my girls have a good relationship with their grandparents.
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One thing that makes me laugh always is on HGTV ... when these people shopping in another country or people that are shopping for million dollar homes bitch cause there isn't enough. It doesn't matter that most the houses are two times more than they need, have luxury add ons, it isn't enough. People are so greedy now.

Same goes on my fav game show Deal or no Deal ... these people are offered more than they make in a year and turn it down to take a chance. Or they lose $50,000 and they say it's okay, there's bigger money still there. GREED!

Those are my random thoughts - I am sure there are many more, but I am getting sleepy and texting with a friend ... I can only concentrate on one thing at a time. But I am not add..and the reason I know this is because I have never been tested.

Smile!

A little down..

Today I feel a little down, not sure why but I do.

One reason may be my daughter A will play in her last home basketball game tomorrow, for her first college basketball season. It's her first last. Her last first too. Does that make sense? Even though I am often considered outspoken, (and yes, sometimes harsh cause I tell it how it is) I am also very sentimental. Words can't express how incredibly proud I am of her.

Another reason may be my daughter R. Last night she was crying about running track. Although that may not seem like a big deal to you or me, appearantly it was huge to her cause she was VERY upset. Yes, she is the most emotional and dramatic of my three daughters, but she was geniunely upset. She made me start crying to cause she told me she felt like I only loved her when she takes after her big sister (reference daughter A). I had to tell her as she sat on my lap that I love her for who she is, not who I she thinks I want her to be. And I had to remind her that I have never compared her to A, cause all of my girls are sooo different there is no way that I could. Do I want her to be athletic? yes, Do I want her to be involved in activities that I know will make her stronger and more driven? yes, Do I want her to be just like her sister? no.... it almost broke my heart. It got me to thinking if I really do compare them to her.

Another reason is I haven't even begun to mention my daughter K on here. And she is a tremendous kid too. She has been so helpful to me since my surgery and rarely complains about it. Unless I am interrupting her game on facebook or something. haha Anyhow, I will make it a point to tell you more about K and her activities in the next few posts.

And the final reason I am a little down is I have been experiencing my first - OMG my foot itches in this cast episode. The doctor told me specifically not to scratch any itch. His suggestions? Meditate, take a benadryl or try to shift my foot or leg a little in the cast to help relieve the itch. WOW! I am trying not to think about it, but the more I try to not think about it the more that it starts to itch!!...

I am having my first day out of the house, driving myself today too so I am sure there will be some sort of adventure to type about later.

ttfn (and in case you aren't Hannah Montana fan - that means tata for now..)

Inspired...

What? It's Thursday ALREADY? My days are all running together. I have made fun of my seventy something dad (who has been retired for several years) when he says stuff like that, and since I have been off work I find myself losing track of the days. Either I have had too much time off or I am reaching retirement age faster than I thought. (No offense mom or dad)

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One of the inspirations to start a BLOG of my own was reading the book Julie and Julia. And I have to say if you can get through the massive amount of using the F word and the gross descriptions of cooking cow bone marrow and other fresh, french dishes, it's actually a pretty good book ... but I love the fact that she sat down and wrote out her thoughts on every recipe and how she was feeling and how it took a toll on her personal life. And that is what a blog is all about!
The only difference is I am not working on a year long project. Yet.
I have yet to see the movie, but I like to read the books before the movie anyhow. But then the movies don't add up to what my vivid imagination conjures up. Okay enough of that.

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We have....wait, wait, I have been wanting to do some home improvements since I first moved in this house in 1991. I started a list a couple years back and have managed to cross off 5 things out of the thirty things I have dreamt of doing. Since getting dish last year (yes, we waited until the digital turn over before getting dish) I have watched hours and hours of HGTV and it just makes me want to finish my list and start a new one...So perhaps that will be what my year long project and blog turns out to be ... with a few random thoughts I am sure ... cause when I can finally walk on two feet again I am gonna be getting busy on that list. The biggest challenge will be getting my husband on board. We did actually take on a huge project last year - painting our front porch and window sills...we will be finishing the back porch as soon as it is warm and dry.

And believe it or not HGTV is what inspired my husband to paint ... So my evil plot is working.. heheheheHAHAHAHA (that's my evil laugh!)

The Vomit line....

Not feeling so hot today ... and it all started yesterday.
Went to the doctor, got my cast, had a great day with my sister B and wham. Get home and I start running a fever. Yes my daughter had been home sick for four days but I lysol and clorox wipe my house ALL THE TIME, so I am really not believing that I got anything from her.
My fever has consistently been a 101-102 for the last 24 hours, I have a sore throat and my sinuses are full, but tonight I think I have it broke - at least the fever.
So what could have caused me to take this "bug" on all of a sudden???

My sister B thinks that it is definitely the incident earlier in the day.

We went shopping to add to my sweat pants collection (yes, I know highly fashionable - don't be a hater). But with a cast as big as a baby on my foot, I am limited to what I can wear. So, my sister says "hey, I know who has these joe boxer sweats on sale.." So we went to the mart with a K to make the purchase.
After scooting around Kmart and having a random man seeing my foot and asking me if I was in a car accident and needed a good lawyer; we searched out the nearest cashier with the shortest line. Of course, you know Kmart only opens like two cashier lines at all times.

Line 1 looked shorter so we went there....lo and behold if there wasn't a little girl puking in a plastic bag standing at the front of the line. At that very instant my first thought was "don't breathe" ... of course that didn't last long, cause I am a sucker when it comes to someone telling me to have a nice day - I have to say it back.

Line 1 at the mart with a K is now designated the VOMIT LINE...

Casting and Scooting

I was so excited about getting a cast because it meant that I could be a little more mobile AND I have never had a cast before in my life.
That was before I first got up after the cast had dried and it felt as if I was carrying a small child on my leg. This sucker is heavy!!! Friends that have had casts tell me I just have to wait to get used to it.

I had every intention of shaving my leg before the cast went on - I even took a razor and shaving cream with me to the doctor...but after talking to him and his nurse, decided that new hair growing in might be a cause for itching when I already have long hair on my leg where my surgical cast has been after only 18 days. So I didn't shave. It's really gross...

Thank goodness for my knee scooter (which is technically called a roll about). I am going to be partners with my scooter for several more weeks (hopefully not months) so I need to come up with a creative name for it....I have always named my cars that I have driven and this scooter is even more a part of me because it helps keep me mobile. It truly is a miracle product cause I don't think I could survive on crutches for 6 more weeks. Just the little bit that I use my crutches I am worn out and rubbed raw under my arms and with this cast weighing so much I can't imagine not having it. I love the looks I get while on my scooter too...

Hero for the day

Although this post is about two days too late, I thought I would tell you the conclusion to my smelly situation we had the other day ... As you may know from either being close to me or reading my other blogs I am temporarily handicap so, my 2nd born was my hero for the day!! She was home sick and decided to help me rid the skunk off of our front porch. Everytime the dogs would bark the "stink bomb" as she called it would spray and the smell was just hanging in the house.

First we called my husband at work to find out how he would handle the situation. He said to get a bowl of water and pour it down the opening to drowned it out. (It was backed under an old, antique gas stove we have sitting on our porch, down by our stairwell.) So with a very large bowl full of hot water, my 13 year old walks out on the porch and dumps this hot water and runs to the front door. I guess we both thought that the animal would spray or jump up the stairs, cause we were both kinda nervous about her getting in the house in time.

We waited watching out the window and nothing happened ...

the phone rang - making us both jump (haha) - and it was my husband with another idea, apparently he had discussed the situation over his lunch break with the other men that he works with and they decided that we needed to add some bleach to the bowl of water so that the skunk would have to run out for fresh air, so with a very large bowl full of hot water and bleach mixture, my daughter walks out on the porch again, and dumps the contents of the bowl into the opening and runs to the front door.

We waited watching out the window and nothing happened ...

The dogs started barking again and the air thickened with the smell of the little black and white creature. So, we decided together to flood out the little fella, and to forget about the bowl of water - this was gonna have to be big - so she went out and hooked up the water hose. Now, I have to say as a mother, I wasn't happy about letting my child who was running a fever to get out in the cool air with a water hose, but neither of us wanted to (a) hear the dogs bark all day and (b) smell what their barking produced.

I videotaped the process of the water hose, its a six minute video ... but finally the skunk escaped the pressure of the hose and scurried across the porch to the other side, all the while my daughter was squirting him, so he scurried back looking for shelter ... (I am inside screaming, as if he was going to eat her up, its quite funny to listen to), and then finally our dogs decide to finally guard us and chase the skunk of the porch.

The smell lingered just a little longer and then disappeared...

And that is why R is my hero for the day!!!

Smelly situation

First of all, let me just say I love, love, love living in the country. You can walk out of your front door in your pajamas - and no one is around to see ... at night you can look up in the sky and actually see the stars ... you can have large pets like horses (who are very faithful friends I might add) ... you can ride four wheelers on your own property ... and you know that your kids are breathing fresh air, know how to play outside, can keep themselves entertained, and learn the value of hard work.

There are downfalls and cons to living in the country too. And today, I woke up to one of those. SKUNKS. Plain and simple they are despicable! We had one come up on the front porch sometime early this morning. Now, we have 3 dogs, a couple of them are completely "BAD/TOUGH" dogs that the other dogs in the area won't mess with .. but they could not stop a pesky stinky skunk from breaching the security of our home. Grrrr...

The entire house smells like a skunk, and not much can get that smell out but time...
and that my friends is our smelly situation.

Addiction: Basketball and Milk

I am seriously addicted to two things: Basketball and Milk

Every night I have a glass of milk. I can't remember the last time that I didn't have one before bed. Tonight my milk was really good cause I chased it down with a piece of chocolate cake...and not just any cake - it was cake made by my mom. Not sure why cake that I don't have to bake tastes better, but it does.

My second addiction is basketball, not playing but watching. Especially when my kids are the ones playing.
My oldest daughter (who I will refer to as A) plays college basketball. One of her last regular season games was tonight and I didn't think I was going to make it to watch - because of my temporary handicap.. but because of my great parents driving me there I got to watch. I admire my daughter and am so proud of her for the dedication and hard work that she has put into this season.
Today was actually a very busy day, my middle daughter (who will be known here as R) was home sick. Now how busy could that be you ask? Well when you have only one foot that you can put on the ground and either have to hustle around on crutches or a knee scooter (more on that later) and take care of a sick kid, then it gets pretty busy. It reminded me of something that I used to hear a lot - "busier than a one legged man in a butt kicking contest"... Now that I am a one-legged woman that is pretty busy!!! haha Thank GOD my handicap is temporary.
So, I will end my blog tonight with those thoughts - Addiction, Basketball and Milk
PH

And so ends another day

This has been a day. I am sooooooooooo glad that I made a small investment on a wireless router so that I can sit with my laptop as I prop my sore foot and place the new bag of ice behind my knee. Getting sleepy but just not ready for sleep yet.

I can hear Dog the Bounty Hunter on the TV, although it is turned down so low I can't make out everything that they are saying, my husband snoring in the next room (I swear it sounds like a grizzly bear), and the water filter running in the fish tank that belongs to my oldest daughter.

I am tortured during the day , I am used to being so busy - And now my day consists of: having to take naps because of the meds, and trying to stay busy with facebook, reading, writing and arithmetic .. well okay maybe not arithmetic cause I suck at it, but I have been reading a WHOLE LOT and writing some.

And this blog is the part of my therapy as well, writing my thoughts down, getting them out of my head and off my chest ... although right this minute the only thing on my mind is setting this blog up and getting it running.

I hope that it is therapeutic for me, and that someone can get a laugh out of something I say...
And so ends another day.