Category: Misc.

It’s really hot.

They are calling for thunderstorms tomorrow (one can only hope) and so I decided to sneak out back and pull the blankets from the line that I’d forgotten left to draw in more of that fresh-air-scent- and i was shocked by the temperature. Outside my sweet little house, it has to be AT LEAST 20 degrees cooler.

Minimum.

While inside we roast…

I’d like to take a moment to write to you about the problem with being a night owl… {note how I say this, as though there were only one issue with such a burden! As if incredibly difficult mornings, crawling in to bed hours behind your husband and seldom having a productive second in your day- before noon- were all completely natural and wonderful things…}

So yes- the problem with being a night owl: peanut butter bumble bees.

You see, tomorrow is our homeschool co-op day. For one of our co-op classes, Gen and I were asked to bring these peanut butter bumble bee “cookies”. (that are never baked.) The problem was that by the time we had room in our schedule (see= “lack of productivity before noon” and add to this “inability to find my late night pal- motivation”) it was far too hot to take on such a task. These globs rolls of peanut butter would never remain as such. It would be one giant, disappointing mess… So we waited until evening. But evening found us finishing what we could, with the garden, before Lost. Lost found us outraged at the dumb recap it was, with the completely lame preview for next weeks super 100th episode- and regardless our house was probably 90+ degrees. (i.o.w. insuitable conditions for bees made of peanut buttery goodness…)

Being the night owl that I am, and ignoring the sweltering temperature in my house at this moment, one could ask why i wasn’t delving into the pbbee goodness rather than wasting precious moments on this blog… Well, my friend, I will tell you…

Genny is the bee-keeper/maker of this project. I’m merely at attention to melt chocolate as needed. (perhaps by merely placing it on the counter, at this rate.) Genny, who is asleep right now, is therefore incapable of such bee-utiful acts in that overheating wasteland known as my kitchen…

So… after much blabbering and not yet getting to the point- we come to the dillema of the night owl’s cross to bear.

MORNING…

The early hour at which I have to rise, motivate, shower, motivate, wake the princess in her tower, spread cheer and motivation and somehow get the bee’s polinated, created and ready to leave the house when we do.

You may ask, at this point, the previous question about why am I on this blog rather than sleeping… BECAUSE I’M A NIGHT OWL… Aren’t you paying attention??? (to those of you who weren’t wondering- thanks for paying attention. you ARE my favorite readers- you know.)

this is a conundrum… will the bees make it? Will I make it? Will the thunderstorms come? (will they ruin our little garden????)

Tune in next time…

p.s. The husband has granted me permission to load photos on the laptop instead of waiting for the desk top. While ceremony photos are on the desk top (sorry!) and will have to be waited on- I can finally empty my overloaded cameras. perhaps next time will include photos…

What were we thinking???

I mean, really…

There is still no word on the job situation, and we had a weekend of wondering/worrying. So, what do normal people do in times like that? Honestly, I wouldn’t have a clue.

As for us? We procrastinate the garden, do up the yard, deep clean the kitchen (nearly killing me in the process from the nasty self-cleaning-oven fumes) and then decide to- (pay CLOSE attention here…)

– move Genny upstairs to the bonus room which is then housed my sewing stuff, craft stuff, our office and our school room.

– therefore moving the office/craft stuff/school stuff into our “guest room” which is maybe one/sixth the size of the bonus room.

– as well as moving the “guest” room (and pluthera of video game storage) into Genny’s old room. (old as in, she woke up there yesterday morning…)

Currently my house looks like every nook and cranny vomited books, school supplies, crafting stuff and anything else you can think of- into every room. Not one room is done. Not one room is on the verge of being done- and my living room is destroyed in the process.

When it’s done though- Genny’s room will be awesome.

Everything else: CRAMPED.

as well as her mother’s Twilight obsession:

Act 1, Scene 1:

Genny as Bella: I know what you are.

Genny as Edward: Say it. *pause dramatically* Out loud.

Genny as Bella: A Vvvvvampire.

Genny as Edward: As if you could stop me. (Shouting)

As if you could out run me. (Runs around room clumsily)

As if you could fight me off. (Dramatically pulls invisible tree from living room.)

Genny changes expression to a more gentle one.

Genny as Edward: And so the lion fell in love with the lamb.

Genny as Bella: What a stupid lamb.

Genny as Edward: what a sick and infested lion.

Flash to death scene:

Genny as Bella: (*writhing on ground, jerking.) Ugh! I forgot to go cross eyed.

Genny as Carlisle: Stop it, Edward. You are killing her.

Genny as Edward: (*sucking her own wrist over dramatically, making gurgling sounds.)

My promise to you: A video of this later this week or early next week.

Sad fact: She’s only seen it once and out acted Kristin Stewart…

Another fact, less sad: We haven’t laughed this hard in a long time. I still have tears on my cheek.

Giveaway update coming. I promise. On Friday (Genny’s birthday) my mom was scheduled for an urgent spine/neck surgery today. As I type this from my phone, I’m frantically in the swing of last minute details for our re commitment ceremony and my mom is 3 states away undergoing pre-op. If you are much of a praying person, and/or one who believes in positive energy- please keep my mom in your thoughts…

Well… We didn’t win the lottery.

Keep in mind, we don’t actually play. Well, sometimes. Sometimes, when the pot gets so big we feel like it’s our responsibility to buy a ticket. We like to believe that, as our pipe-dream plans are unselfish, our odds are better.

Yes, there are times we reside in a fantasy land. There is a line in this book that talks about a rocking unicorn which transports a baby to a mystical forest, supervised by wood nymphs. I laughed out loud because I’ve been there. In fact, I keep that very unicorn locked away inside my closet…

so yeah, no lottery. Which is a bummer. My kid has outgrown most of her clothes… I feel the need to point that out- here and now. The lottery would have helped that a bit, but it’s alright. There is always something that a nice humongous chunk of money could help with. I wish it wasn’t so. Honestly, I’m not a big fan of money. I’ve seen what living with more of it can do to a family, to a marriage, to a heart. We’ve had the sad experience of having good, compassionate friends transform into self involved and manipulative people because of economic harvests…

I don’t want to need money. Even more sad is that I know, in these times, we are not alone. I truly fear how bad it can get. I grew up with a grandmother washing and hand drying bread bags because the great depression had significantly impacted her life. The lessons she tried imparting on my life, from the age of my earliest memories, are all scrambled together now. Now, when I kick myself for not listening… I cut myself some slack, because I was a kid. But what about the ones who weren’t little? I hope that, in these times, I’m able to somehow help Genny not make the same mistakes… There is a fine line between sharing wisdom and nagging…

I just want to to be more self sufficient. Depend less on economic roller coasters… I just don’t know how to get from here to there…