My sides are hurting......

I was looking for an image for a post for my other blog, and I came across this and spewed my beverage through my nose. Ive seen this before, but I totally forgot about it:

Babbling brook

Its been a while too long actually. Its not that there hasnt been stuff to write about, its just that Ive been lazy. I have been reading others' blogs but just havent come here to write much. Life is nutso lately, not sure where Im going or what exactly Im doing. Want to be involved, but want to left alone...if that makes sense. Probably not. Disregard.

We had a fabulous time with UP, and he went home on Saturday. We tried out the new vehicle on its first long trip to the mountains. It did well...up until the time it got christened by not ONE, but TWO vomiting children. A and S got sick from the winding road to the canyon look out, and not thinking about the road ahead, I had given them nectarines and a bottle of water...yeah.

I was amazed at my reflexes though...Im lightening quick, if I do say so myself, and so it could have been MUCH worse. On the way home A cracked me up

A: (looking out the window, pointing at motorcycles) when I grow up Im going to ride those with my sons.

Me: Oh really? That would be fun. Your sons? What about your daughters?
A: Im not having any daughters.
Me: Hmm...what if you do though?
A: I will give them to the mom.

Nice, huh? Glad he doesnt live in China. Yikes.
I will post some pics of the trip (without vomit, of course.

One the way home from taking UP to the airport, we stopped at some outlet malls and I did shopping for N and a little for A. Now they are all ready for school. I will take S, just me and her and grandma, for hers next week...make a special thing out of it for her.

Anyway, finished boy clothes shopping at the Gap outlet store. Lots of cool stuff. We ate lunch at a German restaraunt. I love doing that, it reminds me of living there..(in Germany, not the restaraunt). The waiter came over and got our order and after he left, A asked how come he was speaking english. So cute.

I didnt go to church on Sunday. I stayed home did a thousand and five piles of laundry, and stared at all the yard work I had to do. Oh, and I did some homework. I watched a couple of recorded episodes of "Hoarders" and visions of my garage and my closets popped up in my head. Must clean out closets. I made some really killer chicken quesadillas too. Light on the cheese, and no sour cream for hubs and me. They rocked though.

Please Forgive Me

In my last post I said I would declare the awesomeness of the people who could name tell me which movie the line "all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy" was from...and I kind of forgot all about it. So, now Im here to declare the awesomeness of two bloggy friends:

Yogagrrland
Foxy

Yogagrrl, YOU ARE AWESOME
Foxy, YOU ARE AWESOME.

Declaration complete. We now return to our regular scheduled program.

Hear Ye Hear Ye...

...God is good, y'all. Hes answered my petty little prayers in awesome ways this last week. First, I passed that inspection, which I already blogged about. It was really amazing what He did this morning though, and I DO believe it was Him and not co-incky-dink.

My husband a particualarly grueling exercise at work that was going to be observed by a bunch of big wigs, etc. So, even though he is awesome and has never screwed any of these things up, I know they can be stressful and a lot of wierd crap can happen during them. So, I prayed that it would all go smoothly, extra smooth. And you know what? It could not have gone smoother. Heres what God did to make sure of that...the power went out in the whole area where this was going to be at. So, his Graveyard shift didnt have to do it all....it was saved for the dayshift! Yes!!! So he is home and is in a fantastic mood.

Then EARLY this morning at O dark thirty (3 am, to be exact), I had to be at the bus station two towns over to pick up hub's brother, Uncle P. I prayed that I would make it there without getting lost (I have no sense of direction)...and I did, he was on time and it was a real pleasant event instead of one that was a giant pain in the behind.

The next awesome thing just happened. We are going to go to the mountains this weekend with Uncle P and there is no internet access there. Which means I wont be able to do any homework for a few days...which isnt good, because stuff is due on Monday...so I was going to spend today doing all my work. Well...guess what? Its a light week in class, and it took me about an hour and half to get done with everthing, when it could have turned out to take me all day and all night, like it does sometimes. I prayed that I would be able to focus and get it all done...taken of care of. Another prayer answered.

So, because of aforementioned possibilty of mega-homework, my hub took Uncle P and the kids (who are meeting him for the first time) out to do some sight seeing, so I could do my homework. This is neat because now I dont have any homework, and its quiet....no kids yelling or whining, no sounds of wii being played, no dogs barking at yelling, whining, wii playing kids...just the sound of my keyboard, tappity, tap, tap. "all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy" (If you can name that book/movie, I will declare your awesomeness). Now I have several choices...swim ALL BY MYSELF, mow the lawn (um...no.), sleep, watch tv, watch a movie, read, or take a bath and read....leisurly, without little fingers underneath the door, or muffled voices saying "moooooommmmm, are you done yet? Arent you CLEAN yet?". Nope, non of that...just me and my bubbles and my book. Maybe they will be gone for a while, and I can do the bath, book and THEN the nap. Ive decided Im too lazy to swim, and they may make me do that later anyway.

So...off I go, to enjoy my much needed (and appreciated) solitude. Don't hate me.

Its Over

I can let out a huge sigh of relief now...ready? Phewwwwwwwwwww. There. For months now Ive been preparing for a huge inspection at work, and with that comes many "pre inspections". Just a great big pain in the rump, is all. And now..its over, and I have passed with flying colors.

Maybe now I can come home WITHOUT a headache.. Maybe now I will quit grinding my teeth at night. Maybe now I will quite the stress eating. Well....maybe not the eating thing...

Too True Tuesday....

Drat that Essie anyway, for starting this thing that I feel compelled to participate in. I cant believe that I'm actually disclosing this, because I really was horrified with myself....so, here goes. And please, for the love of puppies, if you have done this yourself, please tell me, so I don't feel so bad. Thank you.

Here it is:

While camping a few weeks ago, I had walked to the bathrooms (yes, the camp ground had bathrooms) with A. I had to go and so did he. We had been gathered at the camp ground with the other 4 families we were camping with and getting ready to feast big time. We went into the restroom, and when I was done I washed my hands and left. Now, when I finish using a public restroom, I do not like to HANG out in there, so I will typically wait outside for whoever I am with. Only I did not wait...I forgot that anyone had come with me, that anyone being my little boy.

So, I'm sitting at camp chatting away when A comes up to me, with his bottom lip sticking out. wanting to know why I had left him. I wanted to drown myself in the lake because I had completely forgotten ALL about him. Apparently the poor little guy came out and couldn't find me, so he waited there for a few minutes thinking I would turn up, and when I didn't he headed back to camp.

I'm not proud of it, in fact its probably my worse parenting mistake, one that I thought I would never make because I'm extremely worried about the bad people out there who steal little children. I'm ALWAYS thinking about that stuff, not this time though evidently, I guess all the hot sun had baked my brain. So, there it is, my Too True Tuesday moment for this week.

The first step.

Hello, my name is Obladi and Im a candy-holic.

I swear if I could mainline skittles or peanut M&Ms, I totally would. I could snort them I guess...I think sweet tarts would crush up nice and fine. Oh wait...FUN DIP! That comes already crushed up. Nice. Or better yet, Pixie Stix, because then I could dump the powder out and use the little paper tube it comes in as a snorting vehicle. Yeah.

Ok, Im kidding (sort of), drug abuse is NOT funny, but candy abuse is!!! As I type this, Im eating the third peice of candy I have raided from the kids personal stash. Oh, no...Im as low as they come Im...STEALING CANDY FROM BABIES!!!!!

Im eating one of those little Dum-Dum pops. Lets talk about them for a second, shall we. What cruel beast of a person came up with those? I mean they are tiny....all they do is tease you and leave you wanting more, they are ridiculously small. They are so small that I lost one inside one of my taste buds.

I really am having a candy crisis...I cannot have a bowl of candy like Jolly Ranchers on my desk at work because I will eat the whole bowl by myself. Before lunch time.

So, now you know. If you should happen to meet me on the street do not offer me a mint, or a tic-tac, all you are doing is enabling me. Thank you.