Monday, November 30, 2009

Morgan's story about a turkey.

Today, I have struggled with frustration. I'll admit it. I did not get to my to do list because I have been sick. Fever, sinus infection. I should have been cleaning, painting, laundry, decorating for Christmas and running errands.

Not in bed - sick.

But, that is where I have been all day. It's easy to feel sorry for myself and get frustrated.

Then my youngest daughter, Morgan brought this story home this afternoon.

And I smiled.

And thought of all the things I needed to be thankful for.

Here is Morgan story - in her words - as she wrote it. Words in parenethisis are mine for clarification.

"My name is Dandelion. I am a turkey. I live on a fam (farm). I am budf (beautiful) with pink fethrs (feathers) and I have blue eyes and I can swim in a pool and I care(carry) a prs (purse) and I am gone for 3 weeks from the hutrs (hunters) and I am sked (scared) of Thagsgiveing (Thanksgiving)." Morgan

What else can you do, but smile when you look at Thanksgiving and turkeys through the eyes of a 1st grader. Especially turkey's with pink feathers and those that carry purses.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

I married a comedian.

To say that the last few days have been tiring is an understatement. Ralph and I are busy getting the outside of the house ready to paint.

Yes, we are doing that part ourselves.

Yes, we have lost our minds.

Tonight, Ralph and I were talking. I made the comment that my lip was sore. He asked why. I told him that I had hit my lip with the caulk gun.

He asked, "On accident?"

I replied, "Yes, duh. Um, actually kinda not. It was actually on purpose, why it was close to my mouth."

He asked, "Were you putting it in your mouth, to hold?"

Me, "Well, yeah, I didn't have any other place to put it."

He shakes his head.

I tell him I'm going to get a shower.

He replies, "Don't 'accidentally' drown."

Ha, ha. Funny guy.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Another House Update!

Things are still moving fast with the house building - at least it seems that way with all the decisions that have to be made!
Here are pictures of the stained concrete that we are doing for our flooring. Most people have commented on and questioned why we are doing the floors this way - main reason Ralph and I love it. Plus, it's easy to care for. I also love the fact that it's all the same, but different!


I am very happy with the way it turned out!

Here is the front of the house, with the hardiboard up, but not painted - yet.
I LOVE this door and middle dormer!

Here is a side shot of the house.


Now, the back. Notice Ralph up on the ladder - we are planning on painting, which involves the prep work of caulking. Caulking all those slats and nail holes. I'm becoming skilled with a caulk gun.
Madison - hard at work or play?!?!

And finally, a test board. This is the color that will be on the entire house soon!

I can't wait for the final product!

Monday, November 9, 2009

She plays with ants.

Do you see this sweet face?Well, right when I think I may have this kid figured out, she pulls a fast one on me. You see, Morgan finally started feeling better on Sunday. How do I know? She wanted her hair curled. So, I fixed her hair. That afternoon we went over to our new house to look around and take pictures. I was sitting on the front porch with Mo, talking when I looked down on the ground. Right beside her foot was a pile of ants.
I told her, "Morgan, watch out, there are ants right by your foot."
She doesn't say a word, just picks up a stick and starts stirring them up. Then she pulls the stick up.
Look closely.......
Can you see the ants crawling on the stick?


Well, if that was not good enough, she lets one start crawling on her arm. Here she is turning her arm over to show me her ant.
She was quiet content to let the ant crawl on her arm, with no alarm. I asked her, "Morgan, aren't you worried the ant may bite you?"
Her response - "Nah. It won't."
"How do you know baby?" I ask.
"I don't momma, but it's not now. It's just tickling me, so I'm not worried," she says.
Oh boy. The things I can learn from my 6 year old. To stop, enjoy life, even though it may hurt me, to just trust and concentrate on the positive.


Thanks, sweet girl for that reminder.
And I'm glad that you keep surprising me, and I don't have you all figured out.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

House Update

It's been a while since I've updated what's been going on with the new place. Not because much has been done, no! There has been quiet a bit done. With each day it becomes more of a reality.

Here is a shot of the front door, with Madison sitting down to color. I've actually had that door picked out since the spring. My dad had ordered it for a costumer, and when it came in it was not what they wanted. I loved it the moment I saw it!

I'm thinking of painting it black, since the siding will be barn red........

Here is a shot of the back door, standing in the dining room.

And again, only from outside. Do you spot Morgan running around inside?

Stairs are coming along.


We got our fireplace in this week. I'm sad we could not do a brick, wood burning fireplace, but very thankful we could do a gas fireplace.

Here is Laney posing in front of the fireplace.


Oh boy, that looks like a lot of wires!



Here is the front of the house - all the metal is on the roof, except for the front porch!



We are so excited and ready to make this dream our reality!

Saturday, November 7, 2009

What did I just say?

Well today, I am thinking this week has finally gotten the better of me. If you've been reading the last few posts, you know what kind of week it has been. Today we were supposed to be headed to Gainesville, where I was going to hang out with one of my best friends, while Ralph was going to TailGator. Unfortunately Morgan began running a fever again yesterday afternoon and I did not feel comfortable her being out and about all day.

So, we sent Ralph on his way this morning and me and the girls have just been hanging out today. We did go into town to get pizza and some movies, new crayons and coloring books.

In Movie Gallery is when it had become apparent that this week may have rendered me incoherent, or at least taken my ability to speak clearly.

Let me set the stage for you. I had just spent the last 10 minutes getting my 3 girls to agree on movies. This is very closely resembles Congress trying to pass a bill - with Democrats and Republicans trying to agree on one thing. It's pretty near impossible. I did convince the girls to choose from the family section, where they each could pick a movie for 99 cents.

I'm not completely stupid.

So, I rounded the girls up and went to check out. Can I just say, as a mom of 3, how incredibly annoyed I get when I am at a check out counter with my girls. All candy and gum is put right at their eye level. So, I get the joy of repeatedly telling them no they can't have any candy.

Then I had to wait for the ones ahead of me to check out, which took a while, of course. All the questions that go along with checking out movies - "Do you want play guard protection? Do you want to join the mailing list? Do you want to become a member?"

I finally get there to check out and trying to keep the girls from touching things that we are NOT going to buy and in walks two friends, Chris and Joey, from church. I wave and say hi. I think they can see the frazzled look on my face. So, being the nice people they are, and knowing Morgan has been sick they ask how I'm doing.

You want to know what I said?

I said, "Oh, I'm just hanging in there. Ralph left me this morning."

Judging by the looks on their faces, I knew what I had just announced loudly for all of Movie Gallery shoppers to hear, had completely came out wrong.

So, I start laughing and say, "He didn't leave me, leave me. He just left for the day." To which Joey responds, "He has been complaining about you and your slacking off."

Thank God, it was somebody with a sense of humor.

I had to laugh. My brain and mouth are apparently on vacation from each other.

Maybe my body should follow suit and go sit on the beach somewhere. Now that's an idea.

Then maybe I won't have to worry about things that I just said.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Going with the flow.

How could this week get any better? Well if you have read my previous post, you know that yesterday did not go as planned.
Today was the same way.
Morgan woke up with a high fever, so she was staying home from school and I'm taking her to the Doctor - first change.
Mom, pulls up to pick the other two up to take them to school. She runs over a hoe that my girls had left in the drive, to fend off our spastic dog. The hoe cuts the tire and it's immediately flat. So, load the kids and Mom up and take them to school and work - second change.
House errands - that was planned.
Off to Marinna for Morgan to see the Doc. Diagnosis - flu with croup. She sounds horrible, bless her heart. Her fever finally got below 103, late this afternoon.
Then pick girls up from school, home, homework, pick Mom up from work. A huge thanks to Uncle Dan for changing her tire!
Ralph gets home we run over to the new place to check on things to discover Beaver is there working on the water and power line that our plumbers had cut. His cows didn't have water. I leave Ralph to help Beaver to come home fix supper and get the girls ready for bed - another change.
For a person who loves to schedule things out and have all my ducks in a row, this week has been a good lesson in learning to be flexible and go with the flow. Then I look at this sweet, fevered face and I'm reminded how unimportant a schedule is compared to being able to hold my baby girl when she's sick.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

The best medicine.

Today has been one of those days. I kept asking myself, "Is it Monday?"
It started when my plans got changed, from a relaxing Girls Day Out to look at photography stuff with a dear friend, to cleaning house.
That should have been my first clue, to just go back to bed.
But, alas, no, I kept going. I kept going and 30 minutes later was informed by my daughter, "You are ruining my life!" This as she was screaming, jumping up and down and crying. Only because I had just informed her that 20 minutes was ample time to put ones shoes on and be ready to eat breakfast. Be done or suffer the consequences, to which the fit ensued.
My child had lost grips with reality.
Children were out the door in time and the house work commenced.
I hate cleaning house. I feel like it's the very definition of insanity. Doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.
I go insane every week, but I do it so me and my family live in a reasonably clean house.
The rest of the day consisted of running various errands that popped up with the house, grocery shopping and picking the girls up from school.
When we get home Morgan is complaining of not feeling real well. She's running a temp. Didn't we just get everyone well?
Then it was Daddy's home, more errands for the house, supper and bath time.
You want to know what pushed me over the edge? All the dishes would not fit into the dishwasher. I was complaining to Ralph that I needed just one more rack. I am so tired of running the dishwasher twice a day, or waking up and there already being dishes stacked. I wake up behind. That is when my husband starts comparing jobs. Then I remind him at least he gets paid. Then he reminds me that we are building our dream house, and I will be rewarded. I tell him he's not being very compassionate and he tells me that he is. That's when I tell him, "Yeah, well if that's you being compassionate, I've had hemorrhoids that were nicer."
Needless to say we both dissolved into tears laughing, realizing how ridiculous we both were being and decided to start new again tomorrow morning.
Tonight, I am thankful for the reminder that sometimes laughter is the best medicine.
Now, if I could only find a cure for the "Not me!" that always hits our house.