And I forgot to mention…

Leave it to my Mom, the angel.  She always has a way of making me see the other side of every situation.  While we were enjoying our coffee as Dad saved me from the snowblower, I mentioned Bill’s ticket situation.  (See below for full ranting details.)  Her reaction…”God’s sending him a little warning to be more careful.  Those tickets should be a reminder of all the times he didn’t get caught doing something more dangerous.  We’ve all been there.” 

Leave it to Mom.  I should title this one, “Still teaching me after all these years.”

My Dad…still my hero after all these years.

So my wonderful husband is away and we got twelve inches of snow.  I was determined that a little dump of snow was NOT, I repeat, NOT going to leave me feeling helpless.  (I suppose I should tell you that our roles are very well defined…I don’t do lawns or snow removal…he doesn’t do toilets or floors.  It works!)  However, the “I am woman hear me roar!” side of me was going to remove that snow if it killed me.  Until my Dad called and said, “Don’t you dare go outside to snowblow…I’ll be right there.”  So  there I sat, in my nice warm house, having coffee with my Mom, enjoying my three children, watching my Dad through my 112 year old windows…thinking how lucky I am.  I will exert my independence another day….maybe when it’s warmer.

So get this….

My husband calls me on his way to New Jersey.  Mentions that, “Geez!  There’s lots of cops out here today!”  and we joke about how it’s the last day of the month so it’s quota day.  Better be careful.  Ha ha.  Well, he calls me back an hour later.  “You’re not gonna believe this!  I got stopped!” 

Now here’s the “get this” part…..Was he speeding?  No.  He gets two tickets.  One for a license plate violation…apparently the little plastic thingy that the dealership puts on was covering “The Empire State” part of the license plate…..not the number, not the state…the SLOGAN!   And he gets another one…for “obstructed view.”  Yes folks, my evil husband, that law breaker that he is, had an air freshener tree hanging from his rearview mirror.  *GASP*  Now, I’m all for police officers doing their jobs and protecting the good citizens of America, and I would be the first to berate my husband for a speeding ticket, but COME ON!!!!!!!!!  Can this be serious????  Are you telling me that there was no one on that road doing something worse than smelling fresh air?  Puh-leeze!!!!!!!!!!!

Go fight the good fight, and stop REAL crimes please.  Let’s let the air fresheners and little plastic advertisements slide.  I’d rather be stopped and asked for a donation than be ticketed for a fake crime.  Let’s get real. 

*rant over*

First Steps

Okay, so this may sound corny, but I signed up for Oprah’s online “course” A New Earth.  I don’t know if I will like it, but I figure that it will be brain exercise if nothing else. 

Now, if only I could commit to exercise for my body…maybe tomorrow.

Funky Town

Boy, am I in a funk!  So now I’m gonna rant and feel sorry for myself, then maybe I’ll get to the root of my problem.

It’s February…I HATE February.

I don’t feel good.

The baby wakes up screaming at 10:00 every night…for weeks now….it unnerves me!

E. is having coping problems again.

B. is away…

Change is coming.

I can’t spend money on anything fun.

It’s cold and snows all the time.

I haven’t heard from the publisher.

My brain is shriveling from lack of use.

I’m in horrible physical shape.  I feel weak.

My neck still hurts so I’m afraid to exercise.

I hate laundry.

I’m sick of wearing layers….and boots…and coats.

A. is skinny, so I’m obsessing over feeding him enough.

I feel isolated.

And lonely.

Yep……there it is.