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Because They Help Make My Day

My favorite blogger from the windy city of Chicago, Somuchmorethanamom, has generously bestowed this award upon my humble little blog.  There are many excellent blogs out there that I visit, but I would like to take this opportunity to acknowledge the ones that I visit most often.  They all have sufficient attitude and/or gratitude to qualify.

The Rules: 1. Put the logo on your blog or post. 2. Nominate at least 10 blogs which show GREAT ATTITUDE and/or GRATITUDE! 3. Be sure to link to your nominees within your post. 4. Let them know that they have received this award by commenting on their blog. 5. Share the love and link to this post and to the person from whom you received the award.

Claim Your Award!

My nominees are:

So Much More Than A Mom

Good Enough Mama

It’s All About Potential

Truth and Life

Wheels On The Bus

Child Care Fairy

Shrink Rap

An Ol’ Broad’s Ramblings

SheriBear9202’s Blog

The Unholy Revolt

Thanks again, So Much More Than A Mom.

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They Like Me! They Really Like Me!

Well, at least someone does!   Nathan’s Mom at It’s All About Potential just awarded me this very cool macho looking award–it really goes well with my macho world — you know — my super manly hubby and three awesome sons.

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I’m really honored she even has time to read my blog with her super busy life raising two sons,  one of them dealing with the challenges of autism.  She also works full-time OUTSIDE the home AND lives on a farm which is a lot of work right there.  So, thank you Nathan’s Mom!  I feel like such an undeserving SLUG!

Of course, there is work to go with my pretty new award:

This award is for any blog that truly ‘measures up’.

Rules:

1. Say one nice thing to a man in your life.

Ok.  I just did.  See above.  He will like being called “super manly hubby” and he will see it soon since he usually reads my blog to make sure I’m not making fun of him.

2. List at least six ways that you measure success in your life (or for your blog).

I measure success for my blog by:

1. Giving my guys a sense of home even when they’re far away.  I originally started writing this blog when my Oldest Son was deployed to Iraq so he wouldn’t feel so far away from the home front.  He’s home now, but my Middle Son is reading and responding to my blog from far away in Germany now.

2. Letting far-away relatives know we’re still alive and kicking.  I know at least a couple of the in-laws drop by — and this is so much easier than those awkward phone calls.

3. Giving someone a laugh.  It made me feel so good the day my Middle Son said he laughed so hard over something I said about Big Daddy.  (Oops, sorry Big Daddy.  I wasn’t really making fun.  I was just reporting.)

4. Giving someone something to think about.  I like to throw my 2 cents in there sometimes.  I’ve been around for a while and learned a few things.  I’m happy to share my viewpoint — maybe strangers will listen.  God knows, my kids like to find things out the hard way.

5. Making someone’s life easier in these tough times.  I’m happy to share my successful recipes, child-raising or money-saving tips when the spirit moves me.

6. Keeping my family sane.  If I didn’t vent here, they’d have to listen to me rant and rave out loud.

3. Assign this award to six other blogs and leave them a comment telling the blogger that you’ve assigned them this award.

Like Nathan’s Mom, I’m going to choose one lucky awardee today and reserve the right to send out the rest later on when I’ve had time to mull over this important decision.  My first choice goes out to a relatively new blogger who makes me laugh and makes me think–plus finds the most awesome quotes for each and every post.  My choice for the Measures Up award goes to <drumroll> :

SoMuchMoreThanAMom

Check out her site and see if you don’t agree!

Marilyn’s Still Pounding The Pavement

This summer, I wrote a post about a mysterious woman, Marilyn Gibbs, on a mysterious mission to save herself and other women (it seems particularly white women, although she herself is black), from a strange and evil conspiracy known as the “Microwave Oppression.”  This past week, I have received comments from two different people who have encountered Marilyn.  This time, she is on the other side of the United States.  She was in Montana on November 12th, and then in Idaho on November 15th.  The woman seems to be perpetually on the road, living off the kindness of strangers while desperately trying to spread her message.

It’s getting pretty darn cold here right now in Western Pennsylvania.  I don’t imagine it’s exactly balmy in either Idaho or Montana.  If I were Marilyn, I think I’d be hopping on a Greyhound bus to warmer climates.  New Mexico or Arizona might be nice.

I May Be Crazy

I’m still around.  But I just may be crazy.  In the past few weeks, we’ve had our weight room almost flood when the washer hose sprung a leak, slowly leaking water for hours onto the equipment and carpet below.  When you need it most, the coffee pot dies.  Our stupid dog, trying to be her dumb playful self, escaped my grasp and went after some poor little fluffy dog walking on a leash, causing the lady walking her to panic and fall to the ground, breaking her finger.  The other night, Big Daddy noticed that the water cooler in our kitchen overheated causing another near flood in the kitchen.  Meanwhile Big Daddy has started replacing the floor in the kids’ bathroom, which by the way, has been on the to do list for a good year.  But who knew all this other crap was going to happen?

And what do I do?  Start a project of my own.  A big project, which I’m not at liberty to say what it is just yet.  But it’s something that I just have to do, even though the timing sucks, it needs to get finished soon, and I really don’t know what the hell I’m doing for the most part.  I must be certifiably crazy.

I didn’t even tell Big Daddy I was going to do this because I knew he’s unavailable to help me and he’d try to talk me out of it.  It’s kind of like having to prepare a huge banquet feast in a few days for a crowd of hungry people.  By yourself.  And you’ve never cooked a meal before.  Maybe just boiled water or so.  Like, it can be done, but it’s just not your thing.  At all.

So yeah.  I’m still around.  Just kind of busy.  I’ll let you know how it all turns out, if they let me out of my padded cell.

The Aliens Are Coming!

And I’m not talking about the illegal kind.  We already have plenty of those here.  Supposedly, we are due very soon for a visit from the “little green men” UFO flying aliens.

This news was in my local paper today.  I was a little girl when the big Kecksburg UFO crash supposedly occurred.  I vaguely remember the buzz then because it was so close to home.  I’m very skeptical of most things (I need a lot of proof–especially about scary stuff like this!) so I’ve listened to both sides but haven’t really made up my own mind yet on what to believe.  But they’re claiming a lot of UFO sightings lately, and some of these believers aren’t your typical easy-to-dismiss crackpots.

Astronaut and scientist Edgar Mitchell, who was the sixth man to walk on the moon as part of the Apollo 14 mission in 1971, gave this interview recently:

Crap.  As if we don’t have enough scary stuff going on.  Terroristic maniacs, climate changes, skyrocketing prices, global wars and unrest–and now a possible alien invasion.  No wonder I don’t like getting out of bed in the morning.

Yay! News From Iraq

We finally got an e-mail from Soldier Son. A sandstorm originally delayed his relocation, and he was living out of his backpack for a while. They just recently convoyed to their current location and he sounds happy. He even saw a kitty- -on the streets of Iraq. I’m hoping that’s the scariest thing he sees there. 🙂

Back here, not much is going on. We just had the most wonderful week of 85-90 degree sunny weather and brilliant blue skies. Perfect summer days–and it’s still technically Spring! The pool temp was up to 94 degrees–until Youngest Son and Shayna left the pool cover off last night. And now it’s raining.

We had a Scrabble rematch last night. This time, it was me and Youngest Son neck and neck for the win. He squeaked by me at the end, but it was worth it when he set me up for a brilliant triple word coup worth over 40 points. He was fuming. I was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Shayna and Big Daddy were debating on who was more obnoxious about winning.

There are a lot of things I’ve been stewing about and I think next week I may start my ranting right here. But today, I’m just glad I heard from Soldier Son.

We Have a Dog—Why???

Two years ago, my husband somehow convinced me to go along with his overwhelming desire to get another boxer dog. I didn’t really want another dog. I had just started getting over the death of our beautiful sweet boxer dog Pru, and I had no desire to go through that kind of sadness again. We had fulfilled our obligation as parents of sons to get them a dog when we got our first dog; my dad had always said “Those boys need a dog.” Never mind that my siblings and I grew up just fine without one.

I had finally reached the point where I didn’t really have to be responsible for anyone’s survival anymore and it felt good! My boys were old enough that they could drive themselves to where they needed to go, get themselves food if they were hungry, and could take care of themselves if I wanted to escape for a few days. A new dog would tie me down; I had been there and done that for way too long.

Although I was firm about not wanting another dog for all the common-sense reasons, Big Daddy obviously sensed my emotional ambivalence. Every time I saw a boxer, I would ooh and ahh. When we were being assessed as suitable boxer parents, I was the one that got down on the floor to play with the big white boxer the girl brought to the house. It obviously didn’t take much of a sales job; those smushy brown-eyed faces just melt me.

Reality rears its ugly head sometimes. You remember why you should listen to that rational side of your brain. Now that gas is over $4.00/ gallon, it will be more than just an inconvenience to have to come home on my lunch hour to take the dog out. When we want to take our mini-getaway in August, I have to hope that Youngest Son will be around to take care of her or else we’ll have to board her. And yesterday, the dumb-ass attacked the neighbor’s stupid little spoiled Welsh Corgi.

Sky was following me around like the good companion she can be while I was watering the garden and hanging up clothes. But I lost focus on her for just a second while I was reeling up the hose. In that instant, she had spotted the other dog, locked on, and ran like the wind. I looked up and saw her focused on something, called to her, but it was too late. Before I got over there, they were already rolling around growling on the neighbor’s lawn. Barb and I were terrified.

Neither one of us were about to get in the middle of a dog fight and every time Corgi got away, Sky would run after him before I could grab onto her collar. Barb somehow thought quickly and picked up her garden hose and started to spray Sky to get her to back off. It finally worked long enough for her to back off so I could grab her collar and drag her back across the street, losing one of my flip-flops on the way. I threw wet dog in the house and then proceeded to retrieve my shoe and see how Corgi was doing. Barb and I were both shaking; she had put her dog in the house and said she was afraid to look at it yet. I hadn’t seen any blood and I told her that I thought they were both OK, but to let me know.

Later that day, Barb was walking her dog. Seems it was only missing some hair, according to her. I couldn’t see where, but I was grateful nothing worse happened. Barb says her dog doesn’t like being sniffed. I’m pretty sure it lashed out at Sky when she ran over to greet it; Corgi has gotten into other dog fights before and even Barb’s relatives do not want Corgi around after it tussled with their dogs. And Barb spoils it rotten. She walks it at least twice a day, cooks dinner for it, and gets it massages at the doggie spa. It’s the center of her universe. Part of my fear was that if my dog hurt her dog, she would probably snap and burn my house down. And, of course, I didn’t want to see it get hurt, even if I’m not particularly fond of it.

Dogs are fun and cute and add excitement to one’s life. But sometimes, it’s a little more excitement than you need!


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