Dinner troubles

Tonight I made, what I thought, was a very good dinner. I am cleaning my oven so it had to be made stove top. I melted butter (sounds good already), sauteed onions, asparagus and eggs. Then I added ham and melted cheese on top. The healthiest things, no. Good for the soul, yes.
So I sit my children down to my concoction and what do I get, crying! Quinten immediately starts with his, "I hate asparagus". Gavin is always very complimentary, raving about how it smells so good and that he is going to want seconds.
We start eating. I took me, oh, 35 seconds to eat everything on my plate. I then try to help my kids eat their food. This was quite helpful, until we got to the vegetable. Quinten needed two spankings to even get him to try his one small piece of asparagus. Then, he "mistakenly" managed to have the asparagus fall out of his mouth. The dog ate it. I have never in my life dropped food out of my mouth. I would have got an ass whooping!! At that time I couldn't handle anymore. I sent Quinten to his room, where he grabbed him new Memory game and threw it all over his room. Yes folks, this one has a temper. I must have freaked Gavin out because he had two pieces of asparagus that had been eaten in record time. I'm glad I impacted one of my children.
So Quinten was ordered, yes ordered, to pick everything up on his bedroom floor and think about his attitude and problems he had at the dinner table.
After his time out I asked him why he got in trouble and he answered, "because I dropped the exparagus out of my mouth and Klyde ate it." I asked him if he dropped the food out of his mouth on purpose and he stated, "Yes". Then he recanted and said it was an "assidunt". Gotta love dinner time!

ARRRR

This year for Christmas I had a semi-theme for David. I have had themes for him in the past, like his Curt Cobain birthday a couple years back. So his year, he is wanting to be a muscle man, so I was nice and bought him a home gym.
The gym was one of those deals you get the day after Thanksgiving, and believe me it's no Boflex. So I bought this gym at Sears for $90, but it comes with weights and the bench. I also bought "The Perfect Push Up". You know the infomercial that looks completely ridiculous? Yea, that one. I bought it as a half way joke because David seems to think he can do 20 push ups in a row after being completely lame with his arms for the last 5 years. Sometimes he even gets a wild hair and tries to get me to do the same. I don't have a problem with not being able to lift my fat ass off the ground in push up position. God made legs to do that. Apparently, David thinks that I should be in as good of shape as when I was 25.
So I bought this push up deal at Rite Aid for $19.99. They didn't have it and I got a raincheck because it really was worth it to me. I checked at the store again before Christmas day to get it so it could be decorated and under the tree. They still didn't have it. So I gifted the raincheck to David to open on Christmas. He has no idea what it was so I had to spell it out for him.
Today, I went again to Rite Aid to pick up this wonderful gift for my husband. This time I was told that they are no longer selling this item and that it was "Seasonal". What? Are you kidding me? Do people only use the Perfect Push Up at Christmas time? Why wouldn't they still be selling it.
I am so irriated I want to call the store and talk to a manager. I have made several trips, wasting my gas to get this practical joke! So, I informed David of the outcome, which he really didn't make that big of a deal about. I guess he was scared that I would be able to do more push ups than him.......

Withdrawl

I have talked about addictions in the past, but I have found that I am going through withdrawls now. This isn't a serious one, so don't worry and call your friends to tell on me.
This morning I got up at about 8, since the kids had such a busy day yesterday, they really slept in. I made my coffee, looked on the computer and printed out some more certificates from Restaurants.com. I made the boy's breakfast and sat with them as they ate. As I did this, I found myself getting increasingly irritated and grumpy Then, all of a sudden, a headache came over me. Not a headache that I am used to either. This was a BAD headache. I am going through withdrawl people. Withdrawl from food.
I know this sounds ridiculous. But, after I had a small roll with a touch of butter, this headache went away a little. Not all of it. As I sit here and type, I am suffering.
I guess that my addiction has consequences. I am going to have to shrink my stomach, yet again, so I can get back into the 25 points allowed to me from the wonderful rules of Weight Watchers.
Now, don't look at me and laugh. Don't point and me and snicker to your friends. Definaltey don't bring it up to and be condesending. My problem is rooted deeper then you know. We all have our issues. Mine, for some reason, has physical consequences.

The big day

I was so excited Christmas morning I could barely contain myself. I was awake at 6:45, laying there. I woke David up and started talking about the day and what I couldn't wait for.
Finally, at 7:30-ish, the boys woke up. I could hear Gavin tell Quinten "Look at our stockings, they are full of candy!" That's when I was hoping they would come find us and not just dig into them. I hear footsteps running into our bedroom and Gavin yelling, "Momma, Santa came. There's a grip of presents under the tree". I wonder where he learned how to talk. So, we make our way into the living room and admire the presents that were under the tree. Their faces were adorable.
It was so exciting, in fact, that I didn't even put the coffee on! So after the boys were done, I told David it was our turn. He sat down, with his 10 presents, I sat down with my 3. He started in on how I didn't obey the rules, yada, yada, yada. Of course, I burst into tears, told him to take them back and locked myself in the bathroom. It didn't help with the girly stuff going on, but I really hate when people are ungrateful and it's not fair when someone puts that much effort into something. I was pissed off!
Then we headed to my parents for breakfast and more presents. When we got there, food was served and we had a really good meal. Then more presents! Every Christmas my parents deduct money from our truck payment, which they hold the loan for. It's quite helpful actually.
The boys stayed at Grandma's and David and I head home. I tell him to apologize because he was being rude and told him to change his bad attitude. He did. He told me nice things and won my heart over again. We went home and had our little Christmas, which he saw really wasn't that overboard, realizing that his presents weren't expensive, just packaged individually. We had a nice time.
We got the...I mean, Santa got the boys bunk beds for Christmas, which we found wasn't what we took home from Ikea. Santa must have delivered the wrong thing. He brought one single bed. We were able to put the dresser together, which took 2 hours!
I started making dinner for my parents and family, while David finished cleaning. We had a couple bottles of wine, some really good food and after my parents left, watched Alvin and the Chipmunks.
It started our as a crappy day, but turned out great. I love holidays, eating and lounging. I like receiving gifts, but love giving them. Today I look forward to my best friend and her family coming over and having Christmas with them. It just keeps getting better......

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I'm not sure what to write,
I'm not sure what to say,
I wish I could say this will be a good day.

I look around and see a mess,
I wonder why there is all this stress?

It's Christmas time and I am thinking,
with all these things , I should be shrinking.
Life is far too short to worry,
but I feel like I am always in a hurry.

I hope things look up for me,
for a pile of things is all I see.
May the day bring laughter and smiles,
so my family and I can enjoy this season for miles!

Prep for Christmas

If you read my blog regularly, you know how much I love this time of the year. But this year is different. I got into it, but not really. There were several things missing, so to speak.
I didn't have a baking/tamale day with Audrey. I didn't have beautiful icicle lights on my house-instead we invested in the energy saving ones that David wanted. I didn't have a lot of room in my living room for all my decorations. I have a fireplace that doesn't allow for the "stockings hung by the chimney with care".
I guess I need to look at the positive. It's hard to come to terms with the fact that Christmas is right around the corner and still feel like I haven't done the necessary things that are required before the day comes. I usually love to bake and lock myself in the kitchen to take care of stress and to feed my need for sugar, but I really didn't this year after getting my first electric bill with my electric range-yikes. I missed the Visalia parade that I loved going to, except last year when David chose to sit by people from Farmersville that he had arrested and that had obvious criminal backgrounds.
What I do love, is that the boys acknowledge that Christmas is Jesus birthday and the fact that Gavin wants to write about it in his kindergarten class. I love that they ask when Santa is coming-everyday! I love making care packages for Gavin's classroom and giving treats to the teachers. These things I love. I guess Christmas isn't for us, it's for the kids. It's passed down from the generations. I wonder when I am gonna want to give it up. I guess Linda was right, I am spoiled.

Things that go "boom" in the night

So I am a big sissy. I get freaked out with noises at night. Primarily I am alone every night when bedtime comes around, but it isn't easy for me to go to sleep. Especially being in this new house. The noises are different and I don't have anyone around here who is friendly enough to go to if something happened.
Every night I watch TV in bed and listen. I try to watch TV until my eyes have a really hard time staying open. I turn the TV off and pull my covers up. Then I seem to wake up. I lay on my pillow with my eyes wide open, listening.
Many years ago, I would wake up in the middle of the night and hear noises and wake up David to go check to see where the noise was coming from. He would sit up in bed, look at me and tell me to do it. He reminded me that I was a police officer and should be able to go check around our little apartment. I would tell him no and make him do it anyway.
Things were okay in Visalia because I lived in a cul-de-sac and everyone knew each other. I felt safe. I knew the cops there and felt comfortable, except when the neighbors had their college parties, but that doesn't have anything to do with being scared, only pissed off.
So David, on his days off, want to be able to put the boys to sleep and hang out together. You know, watch and movie and all the other "married" people stuff. Truth is, I am so tired that when he is home, my head hits the pillow and I am out. I am like a dead person. There is no waking me up. So David is stuck watching his romance movies he puts on for us, like Hitman or Alien vs Predator (yea, I know-way to get me in the mood David) by himself and I am asleep in a moments time.
So regardless how many guns you have in the house and how your yapper dog should keep you feeling secure. The only real security is a 160 pound man laying in bed next to you. So today I will get a good night sleep, so hit me up tomorrow because I will be full of energy!