The good, the bad, and the ugly

The good: The little boy I care for was early today so I earned a little extra money.
The ugly: I was just wearing a bra and standing on my landing where anyone who cared to look could see me when he arrived.
The Good: I think I ducked into my room and wrangled myself into some clothes in the nick of time.

The good: Today was a beautiful day. Warm weather, clear skies, beautiful colors.
The bad: I woke up to blood all over the house. One of my kitties is injured. :(
The ugly: I figured out which kitty it was, but he won't let me tend to his wound. I need to get him into the vet tomorrow.

The good: I baked two loaves of yummy pumpkin bread.
The bad: I didn't get to finish making the taco rings for dinner.
The Ugly: My oven element flashed white and made a zapping sound, then started smoking and burning while I was heating up the oven for dinner.
The Good: I didn't get electrocuted. Scared the poo out of me, though! I flung half cooked ground beef across the kitchen.

The good: I was able to spend time with family and friends today.
The bad: I didn't get to work on my house much.
The ugly: My house...on the inside.
The good: I mowed all of my grass and the yard is almost ready for winter.

Change can be good or bad

I pray, pray, and pray some more that the "right" person was elected. As some very wise people mentioned last night. I was thinking the "right" person varied for each person asked, but they pointed out that there is only one person who is the "right" person to lead our country in a more positive direction. Hopefully Barrack Obama is him, since he is our new President Elect.

God Bless America.

Digging Deep

I have been reading this blog http://diaryofadyingmom.blogspot.com/ piece by piece. It is slow going due to the fact that each entry calls for me to pause and reflect on my life and who I am. And yes, to cry a little or a lot. Her story breaks my heart; her strength boosts me up. Her brother's recent dedication...looking for God and finding him...clicks many things into place for me. She has peace at last...pain free in God's paradise.

Housing

So, housing has been accepted.

It's scary and exciting all at the same time.

I need to get busy around here.

I'll publicly list my daily lists. Maybe that will encourage me because I don't want to look lame having crossed off nothing. Hahaha!

Bold is done!

Monday List
1.) Gather trash and take to curb.
2.) Start with Living room then. Box all toys to get rid of. Separate into "Sunday School" and "Vets" piles. Through away broken or unusable toys. Clean out the drawers in the video game desk. I bet I can donate or throw most of that stuff away. I haven't touched it in over four years.
3.) Tidy kitchen, clean off Island.
4.) Do Laundry.
5.) Change everyone's sheets.
6.) Wash my blankets.
7.) Fold and put away laundry.
8.) Go through my room and pull out the rest of the clothes to donate.
9.) Martial arts tonight.
10.) Scoop Kitty Box.
11.) Got to WalMart.
12.) Pick up some twigs outside and put out to the curb for trash pick up.

It's always so much easier for me to have a starting point instead of just looking at my messy house and starting. I never know where to begin. Now I have a place.

::trounces off to do it::

A new baby in the family

Apparently one of my step-sisters had a baby on Halloween. Sadly, I'm not even sure I remember her being pregnant. She's had a couple miscarriages, so maybe I somehow missed this pregnancy. I don't keep in touch with them and my Dad only passes on information when he feels like it.

At any rate, I'm very happy for her and congratulations on the birth! S is unhappy about having her baby girl on Halloween. I hope she realizes that the day is still her little girl's birthday and that is what matters. Mom and baby are doing well. Baby may have a clubfoot, but God will hold her in his hands and she will be fine.

Welcome to the world, Little Baby L.

Politics and children

How do you explain Politics to your children? Seriously. My almost nine-year-old kind of gets it. I don't know where my seven-year-old stands. Now my five-year-old...I think I just confused him entirely. I was reading the news and I was exclaiming over how even more people are going to be Anti-American. I don't think I used that exact termininology, but that is basically what I was talking about. My son wanted to know what I was talking about. So I explained it like this:

"You know how there are a lot of different countries all over the world? Let's pretend they are houses. And in each house, the people who live there have their own rules and their own way of living. (We spent a minute talking about camels and cars and huts and caves and houses, lol.) Well, you know how when you go into someone's house to visit, and you might accidentally break something and then the people who live there aren't happy with you? Or you broke their house rules? Well, that's what America did. We went into someone's country (house) and broke something and now more people that live in all the other countries (houses) are going to be upset with us. All the people in all the countries (houses) can't agree all the time because we all live with different rules."

I don't think he got it. lol So I did not go on to tell him about a really bad person who lived in one of the houses who wanted the rest of the houses to follow his rules. That would have really confused him! LOL

So how do you explain this stuff to young children who want to know?

Men are so funny

I was on the phone with Alan and he was all like "I want to go to the NEX to buy a hot pad for my back."

I knew what he meant, but I just had to jibe him about it. "A hot pad, huh. Just in case you have to lie on a hot cookie sheet or something."

Of course I knew he meant heating pad, but I just thought it was so funny. This 29 year old man who is telling me he wants to go out and buy a hot pad for his back. I think he should get one of those ones with a chicken on it, or maybe a cow. That would be nice.