Notice how they weren't fighting yet...Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
Free Popsicles!!
I remember two things that my Mom said daily when we were out of school for the summer.
Number 1 was "Close the door, I am not air conditioning the whole neighborhood." Number 2 was "Why oh why do I have to make Koolaid for the whole neighborhood?" She actually said both of these things several times a day. She probably dreamed these statements she said them so much.
I now understand the aggravation of Number 1. I say, "Close the door." at least 600 times a day when I am not at work and 200 times a day on work days. I cannot seem to cool my house for cooling the neighborhood. Alas, the neighborhood doesn't seem much cooler for all of my effort.
As far as Number 2, I now know the answer. She had to make Kool aid for the whole neighborhood, because it made me happy to be able to give it away. It made me feel special that my house was the Kool Aid house. If anyone was thirsty, I could help. Random kids walking by would be offered a drink just for looking thirsty. There was no end to my generosity. Come one, come all, try MY MAMA'S wonderful Kool Aid. Why did she have such a problem with my generous nature?
Um, probably because she was the generous one. The one paying for and making all of the Kool Aid. I was just the giver, a burden on her resources.
I have my own giver now. Super Z, the giver of Popsicles. We can go through a box of Popsicles in one day. They are offered to every child who walks by. Children that come over to play get two or three at a time. Two out of every three times that I walk into the kitchen he is standing on a chair with his head stuck in the freezer. He is not picky either, any Popsicle will do: Ice Pops, sugar free Popsicles, dreamcicles, MY Weight Watchers Giant Fudge Bars!!!!
Why oh why do I have to be the Popsicle mom?
Today took the cake. He had gone three houses down to play with a friend. The next thing I know he is chest deep in my freezer.
"What are you doing, Z?"
An eye appears from the depths of the ice box. "Getting my friend a Popsicle," he says matter of factly.
"You came all the way here to get him a Popsicle to take back to his house??"
"Yeah, he looked hot."
What the crap? What do you say to that? Grrr, stop giving away our food. When you are playing at his house eat HIS Popsicles.. Yeah maybe. I just told him to stay home and enjoy his Popsicle with his sister. At least we can try to keep the Popsicles in the family.
So, how do I slow the beast that is a giver?
Number 1 was "Close the door, I am not air conditioning the whole neighborhood." Number 2 was "Why oh why do I have to make Koolaid for the whole neighborhood?" She actually said both of these things several times a day. She probably dreamed these statements she said them so much.
I now understand the aggravation of Number 1. I say, "Close the door." at least 600 times a day when I am not at work and 200 times a day on work days. I cannot seem to cool my house for cooling the neighborhood. Alas, the neighborhood doesn't seem much cooler for all of my effort.
As far as Number 2, I now know the answer. She had to make Kool aid for the whole neighborhood, because it made me happy to be able to give it away. It made me feel special that my house was the Kool Aid house. If anyone was thirsty, I could help. Random kids walking by would be offered a drink just for looking thirsty. There was no end to my generosity. Come one, come all, try MY MAMA'S wonderful Kool Aid. Why did she have such a problem with my generous nature?
Um, probably because she was the generous one. The one paying for and making all of the Kool Aid. I was just the giver, a burden on her resources.
I have my own giver now. Super Z, the giver of Popsicles. We can go through a box of Popsicles in one day. They are offered to every child who walks by. Children that come over to play get two or three at a time. Two out of every three times that I walk into the kitchen he is standing on a chair with his head stuck in the freezer. He is not picky either, any Popsicle will do: Ice Pops, sugar free Popsicles, dreamcicles, MY Weight Watchers Giant Fudge Bars!!!!
Why oh why do I have to be the Popsicle mom?
Today took the cake. He had gone three houses down to play with a friend. The next thing I know he is chest deep in my freezer.
"What are you doing, Z?"
An eye appears from the depths of the ice box. "Getting my friend a Popsicle," he says matter of factly.
"You came all the way here to get him a Popsicle to take back to his house??"
"Yeah, he looked hot."
What the crap? What do you say to that? Grrr, stop giving away our food. When you are playing at his house eat HIS Popsicles.. Yeah maybe. I just told him to stay home and enjoy his Popsicle with his sister. At least we can try to keep the Popsicles in the family.
So, how do I slow the beast that is a giver?
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Weight Goals And Stress
I reached my first big Weight Loss goal today!! My weight starts with a new number, that is all that I will say. I am very very proud of myself. 10 more pounds and I'll have lost 10% of my body weight since March...and let me tell you, I had a LOT of body weight in March.
I am sorry that I am missing in action so much. These are just busy days. I will sum it up in less than 50 words:
work, stress, dog chewed up cord that connects camera to computer, illness in family, worry, headaches, blood pressure, fighting, temper tantrums, step-son for the summer, niece for the week, flat tire on interstate, stupid people, deadlines, dinner, dishes, clothes clothes clothes, children never sleep long enough.
I am sorry that I am missing in action so much. These are just busy days. I will sum it up in less than 50 words:
work, stress, dog chewed up cord that connects camera to computer, illness in family, worry, headaches, blood pressure, fighting, temper tantrums, step-son for the summer, niece for the week, flat tire on interstate, stupid people, deadlines, dinner, dishes, clothes clothes clothes, children never sleep long enough.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Happy Birthday Mamaw!
My Mamaw Felter, my Mom's Mom, turns 80 this month. She is one of my favorite people in the world. She likes me a great deal as well.
My daughter is named for her. And Mamaw introduces Princess H to everyone as,"My namesake."
When I was little my Mamaw was loud, and stubborn and she never stopped talking...She was actually a great deal like me! What do you think about that?
About 10 years ago she had a stroke and since then she has been much quieter and what everyone considers "SWEET." I tell her not to let it bother her. I know that she is just as spunky as ever. :) Who wants to be sweet after all?
Anyway, I love her. She is my Northern Star. She is wonderful. Happy 80th Birthday Mamaw!
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Monday, June 9, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
While I was away...
- My Papaw had surgery to clear up blockage in his neck. He is fine now, but it was pretty scary there for a while. I don't know what I would do if I lost him.
- My Mamaw, Mom, niece, and aunt spent the night at my house (because my Papaw was in the hospital here in MY town). Let me just say that I love my family, but 4 generations of Felter women under my roof is the definition of stress. I must have done something right though, my Mamaw is still raving about how wonderful I am. That is probably why I like her so much.
- Princess H went 4 days without having an accident! We are almost diaper free!! Hip hip hooray!!
- We had a crawfish boil Sunday. It was wonderful. My brother in law is the crawfish King of Mississippi. It was delicious and so spicy. My hands hurt for three hours afterwards. Was it worth it? Heck yeah.
- Randy and I saw the new Indiana Jones movie on our Saturday night date. Have I ever mentioned how much I like Indiana Jones? He is sooo cool. What's not to like?
- I joined Sam's club...I think that was while I was away...Man, I have lost track.
- Super Z put his chain back on his bicycle all by himself! How cool is my little mechanic?
- Randy had three days off in a row (so did I). It is the first time that he has had more than one day off at a time since he started this job.
- I bought my Bunko prizes. I am hosting this Thursday. So much to do, so little time...
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Overheard Tonight
Super Z - Sister, you need to do what I tell you to do.Princess H - No, Shut up.
Super Z - Don't say that. That is a bad word. I am the boss.
Princess H - No, I the Henna. I the boss.
Super Z - You can't be the boss. You are a baby.
Princess H - (Pulling up dress to reveal Princess Jasmine panties) No, I no baby. I use potty. See panties?
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
1978
This picture is almost as blurry as my memory of my parents together. Although my parents didn't get a divorce until I was twelve years old, all of the memories that I have of them together somehow seem unreal.I remember telling my friend Danielle when I was about eight that my parents would never get a divorce, they would be together forever. I was as sure of that fact as I was of my eye color and the fact that I was too tall. No one in my family had ever gotten divorced (at least in my lifetime). My grandparents on both sides were (and still are) inseparable. Divorce was as foreign to my life as drugs or fancy dinner parties. As the song says, we came from a long line of love.
I thought that my parents were perfect for one another. I thought that they were best friends..and I guess that they were and still are in some crazy way. They just couldn't stay married. Life somehow got in the way. If I have my way (and I usually do) that will never happen to my marriage. I will fight against that with everything that I am. I will rebuild the fractured line of love.
I want my kids to feel that certain about my love for their father and his love for me. I want them to know that we are a team, a unit, one. I want them to know beyond the shadow of a doubt that he is the other side of me, the heart in my heart. I don't want us ever to be blurry to them. I want us to be as real and constant in their lives as the warmth of the sun.
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