That's what I feel like. Cue alarm. 7:00 a.m. Coffee, baby, Todd to work, Lexie to school, Ty breakfast, cartoons, dishes, laundry, (simultaneously, so like dliasuhnedsry), take the dog out, baby gets up, clean up after Ty (there is always something to clean up after), lunch, news at noon (only for the adult voices), vacuum, wait for Lexie to get home from school, act interested in what so-and-so said to so-and-so at recess and why so-and-so shouldn't have been listening in the first place, help with homework, referee fight(s), desperately think of an adult to call (usually Todd, poor guy), baby goes home, Todd gets home, dinner, TV, fighting (kids, not me), bed.
Repeat.
Again.
and again and again and again...........
You get the picture.
Yeah, I do stuff. Right now I am working on a commissioned piece for the Boise School District. I will be (read: need to be) done tonight at 6. No big. We carved pumpkins. I made Lexie's Halloween costume. If anyone has a baby, I make a quilt. We went to Tamarack for a wedding on Saturday. I go to the cabin infrequently. I occasionally have lunch with friends.
I just feel like I cannot get off this damn merry-go-round!!! Same scenery, sitting on the same Zebra (I always go for the exotic animal on a merry-go-round, horses are so lame!), riding in the same circle, up and down with that crazy monotonous music in my head. Nauseating.
I think I will start switching things up a bit. Ya know, panties on the OUTSIDE!, eyeliner for lip liner, and vice-versa, maybe just folding the towels in half, not thirds!! Whoa, watch out, things could get a little rambunctious around here!!! When did my life get so predictable that the way I fold towels even matters!!!
I am stable, reliable, somewhat predictable. Those are good qualities. People appreciate those qualities. IN A CAR!!!!! I am a nice big Buick! I wanna be a Porsche Cayenne!! Red with "BITCH" on the licence plate. (side note: Porsche is a reliable auto manufacturer also). Sporty with enough space to accommodate a good day of shopping. Alas, today I am that Buick. Heavy, low to the ground, probably safety reflective tape used for the pinstripe detail. An over sized rear view mirror, and the alarm that beeps when you are in reverse.
I guess I could do something different today. The sad thing is, it would be back to merry-go-round tomorrow. The exception to the rule, straight back to the rule. Owning the Buick, test driving the Porsche, and in the end taking the Buick back home.......
Cue alarm, 7a.m., coffee, baby..............
You get the idea.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
Massacre of the Gourds
Halloween 2008
Moyer Pumpkin Carving
These are the pumpkins we grew in our gardent this summer. As you can see, they would've appreciated a few more warm days to turn nice and orange. That early snow made me pick them the 10th of November. Lex and Ty thought it was cool that they got green pumpkins!
Lexie is STOKED to be carving pumpkins today. She has waited a long time for this. We planted the pumpkins from seed in the spring and every time we worked in the garden she lamented over how she would carve them. She babied them, talked to them, watered them gently. Now she wants to stab them. Ah, the mind of a girl.
Please note Ty's "shirt". I asked him to change out of his favorite shirt so he wouldn't get dirty. What he chose instead was a knit vest meant to be worn over a white button down shirt, aka church wear. He paired this with denim shorts. Boys. By his attire, it looks as if we stole some pumpkins from Garden City, and carved them behind a truck stop somewhere.
Please note Ty's "shirt". I asked him to change out of his favorite shirt so he wouldn't get dirty. What he chose instead was a knit vest meant to be worn over a white button down shirt, aka church wear. He paired this with denim shorts. Boys. By his attire, it looks as if we stole some pumpkins from Garden City, and carved them behind a truck stop somewhere.
It took almost 5 minutes to get him to put his hand in his pumpkin. When he finally did, he mostly just petted the strands inside. He is such a wussy. :)
(Hadn't thought of it, but good idea!!)
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