Summer fun

New Dress...check

Hair Curled...check

Camera in hand...check

What are you waiting for round 'em up and head 'em out. It's time for Justin Beiber Fun afternoon on Lake DeGrey

All finished at the lake. Let's pack it in, and head for home.

What is a post without pictures?? We had a super fun summer, it was gone too fast and now we have been swept into the daily activities that the school year brings.

Can't wait to share more as we get time!!

July 27-2010

There have been so many events happening in the last few months. I am thinking of changing the title of my blog to Parenting teenagers: it sucks. Then again, keeping it real fits too............

Recently I have been making lists of all the goings on with the girls. I want to remember it all, the good, the bad, and the ugly. There has been too much ugly lately. The girls start school in just 2 weeks, then my time will become more of my own. Which will make my time more free for important stuff like blogging. :)

Until then, I miss my reader(s) pretty sure that is singular, not plural.

ahhh….

This blog break has been so refreshing for me.

Look for me to be back at it soon.

Looking forward to summer and all the great things that go with its freedom!

He sad. She Said

This is a message I have exchanged with my hubby tonight. He has pissed me off. I think this conversation we have over email exchange will relate.

OK-deep breath!

Momma is better.

Was never really pissed.

Just standing on that principal for the moment.

Feel free to go back to being an ass....

Wait? What?....you didn't notice you were being an ass?

Alright...everything is definitely back to normal.

I love you...bring me lots o' money (he is playing poker with his buddies)

Where I would rather be.

But then again.

Wouldn’t we all?

Shingles

Y’all my baby girl has shingles.

No silly-not that kind!

Baby girl has it on her arm and she isn’t complaining much. She tends to have eczema during the winter months but I knew when the tell-tell blisters appeared this wasn’t any eczema I have ever seen. This was one of those days where my mommy instincts paid off. Taking her to the doctor, because the earlier the treatment the better off you are.

How random is that?

I had shingles a couple of years ago and have NEVER been in so much pain.
Seriously, miserable. Probably because it was at my waistline and anything touching it was excruciating.

For the next few days  I guess this is where I will be…right on the front lines!

Are you a fan?

Could be that I spend entirely too much time on facebook.

Why? you ask…

While doing my grocery shopping I became irritated by the people that leave their buggy in the aisle.

That doesn’t quite explain it.

What does explain it is the thought that ran through my head was
Lynn became a fan of people who don’t leave their buggy in the middle of the aisle and walk away.

Which lead me to think of everything in the store in terms of:

Lynn became a fan of….

• leaving your spouse at home when shopping because the price of Doritos doesn’t require the analysis of both of you
• picking up the things that fall off of the shelf when you bump into them so they aren’t left laying in the middle of the store
• not blocking an entire aisle while stopping to visit with your friends
• bread that is soft when you squeeze it
• buggies that don’t squeak
• looking at magazine in line and putting them back
• not having to lift the big things out of the buggy to check them
• putting the buggy away in the parking lot so it doesn’t hit a car

And that is just a few of the things I am fan of….

Am I the only one that does this? Or are you a fan of things too?

*Never fear*

The runny eye resolved itself and I was able to perform my concession stand duties…I just knew you people were at home biting your fingernails sitting by the computer waiting for word! :)

Immediately following my 1.5 hours in the concession stand I was able to watch my girls cheer in 3 basketball  games. Don’t ask me how we did. I have no idea. And honestly, I don’t even care. I show up for the cheering.

Now, at the appropriate times I clap. I look interested. Only to the untrained eye do I look as I really feel.

Then a relaxing Sunday.

A GREAT weekend.

 

t

{ICK}

As in yuck!

This morning I am scheduled to work a session in the concession stand. Sounds fun, right? I am good with that. Really…I don’t mind. These are my people. Most of my friends these days are the mothers of my kids friends and events like these are when we spend time together.

Sounds lame now that I am typing it, unfortunately it is true.

The ick comes into play because I have a nasty runny eye. Not sure what is going on with it. It hurts like the dickens.
If you pop over to the concession stand, hopefully you will see my hubby.

If not, you will recognize me. I will be the one with the runny eye!

 

{TOM}

No, not the Tom I dated in HS. Or maybe his name was Tim. I digress.

But TOM x 2.

He is not a good friend. And the worst part is…in 2003 I had a full hysterectomy so TOM hasn’t been welcome in this house until recently.

And now he ruins not just one week a month.

But two.

(cue the violins)

Both of my daughters now have regular moody monthly visits.

And they haven’t yet synchronized. Hard to say if synchronization would be better at this point. At least at all times I can get one of them to see reason.

But these meltdowns over nothing….

Serenity now!

Hi, my name is Lynn

Seriously, I feel I should introduce myself. Except if you are here you might already know me. Or you might not. You might be here by accident, and if that is the case you should RUN cause I am a train wreck. At least that is how I feel. A few months ago I touched on this subject.  Now I see no need to dwell on the subject!

Here we are in the new year. It is only the 13th so perhaps I should Happy New Year. Hopefully you are still on your diet/exercise plan. Or sticking with whatever goals/resolutions you have for the coming year. I won’t bore you with mine.

Tomorrow I will be back. And have something to say! Cause tomorrow I plan to get out of the house for more that 15 minutes.