Em and the Possibilities There are no guarantees in life…only the possibilities

Tig just IM’d me to let me know he found the other picture CD with Dan’s birth and baby pics on it. HUZZAH!

ME!

When I upgraded WordPress 1.2, I forgot to put my SiteMeter in. I can’t rely on my host’s webstats because it doesn’t ignore *my* visits like Sitemeter does.

I guess I’ll reset the silly thing and start over.

I have funds burning a hole in my pocket. Do I buy something wickedly delicious for myself or should I save it for the rainy day that’s ALWAYS around the corner?

The Carolina Renaissance Festival has started. I’m trying to plan things so we can go and have a better time than last.

Now, on to my dilemna of a most serious sort. They have student days with discounted admission. I can get in free, while Alannah pays $6.50 (the boys are free since they’re under 5). HOWEVER…the General Public is not invited to the party on student days. Since 90% of *my* entertainment comes from people watching and finding other rennies to talk to, this is SO not a good thing (not to mention the whole “8 students to 1 adult” ratio).

Alannah wants to go in garb. Not so much of a problem for the boys (KILTS!) or her, but I’ve LONG since busted out of my bodice, and my fabric stash is buried in the storage trailer. Yeah, I know, I’ve got plenty of time to dig it out. Holly, are you ready to break out the rolls of duct tape for patterns?????

And ideas on how to make the backpack blend in better would be VERY greatly appreciated.

because I’m gonna flat out KILL SOMEBODY!!!!!!!!!!

Go to pick Alannah up from her girlfriend’s house. Called to tell her I was on the way and to have her stuff together. Did she? Of COURSE not. Good thing I was expecting that, and went in to help “motivate” her to get it going.

Act I – the minute we get in the car

Mom? She got a cellphone for her birthday.
I’m so happy for her.
I want need a cellphone.
Excuse me?
I’d want a cellphone. I need to be able to call my friends!….
Not no, but HELL no. You want a cellphone, get a job and pay for it.

….end Act I.

Act II – halfway through the ride home:

We went cruisin! It was FUN!
You did WHAT??!!??
We went cruisin! It was me, my friend, her two 20-year old cousins, and her Dad in the SUV. Got home at 11PM!
You did WHAT??!!??
Mom, it was FUN! We went to WalMart and got groceries, then we went driving around in circles. Her cousins were driving the SUV and talking to girls that had their windows down.
And you think I’m OK with this because…..?
But her daddy was WITH US!
And you were out til 11PM. With 2 20-year-old boys driving in circles, while they talked to girls.
We didn’t leave til 7! You KNOW how long it takes to get groceries!
Yes, I do. That’s why I don’t go grocery shopping that late. I make do or do without til the next day.
It was fun! Do you think I’ll be able to go to the Fair with them next weekend?

Somehow, I highly doubt it.

OK, I’ve installed the nested comments hack. I need something from you: I need you to leave a comment. It doesn’t have to do anything more than say “hi” or something. Maybe we’ll end up building a quote pyramid

LiveJournal readers, if you’ll click the link below and *then* leave a comment, that would be a good thing.

Thanks!

Pork loin in oven – check
potatoes mashed – check
veggies cooked – check
make cream of mushroom and onion soup – check
sigh in frustration as soup is used for gravy – check

load washer and dryer – check
change millions of diapers – check
curse airbed that is now flat – check
load and run dishwasher
take handful of mineral supplements – check

research beginning hydroponics to see if Alannah would be interested
look through “educational” Christmas catalogs for unit study ideas
write up Halloween unit study and assign it
beat the Live Press hack into submission for someone else’s blog
install Brian’s Nested Comments for the tons of discussion I’ve got *snerk*

More stuff from my unconscious.

1. Courage:: builder
2. Stamina:: sexual
3. Leader:: follower
4. Idea:: light bulb
5. Rockstar:: poet
6. Dew:: drops
7. Guards:: city
8. Lenny:: Bruce
9. Alliance:: uneasy
10. Cigarettes:: nope

Joe is walking (right click, save target as, pretty please) and has learned the joys of pushing buttons. Specifically, the power button on my computer box.

Alannah is spending the weekend with a girlfriend, celebrating said girlfriend’s birthday. This means that for the next 48 hours, I get to complete my toilette with company of the curious sort.

Dan can officially count to 10 now, and is learning alphabet recognition. I’m not pushing the rote recititation yet, but it’s coming soon.

As for myself, things are mostly the same. I need to make a change….a BIG change. Move, job, relationship…I don’t know, but it needs to happen soon. I don’t mind jumping without a net (I’ve done it before), but having 3 kids definitely changes my willingness to do it now. I just can’t stay here…it’s slowly but surely killing me.

Mom came home from work full of talk about medical transcription. Seems this woman at church has a daughter who makes $32/hr from home. I looked at Mom and said “So what’s wrong with me becoming a CMT (certified massage therapist) and making $60/hr?” and got The Look. You know – that look that says “The words that just came out of your mouth are so stupid I’m not EVEN going to acknowledge them”.

I’ve also come to the conclusion that having *any* type of relationship is going to be impossible as long as I’m living here. My needs/wants conflict very highly with Mom’s morals/ideals, and since it’s Her House, I’ve been doing my best to respect her morals/ideals. Mostly because I have no doubt that Mom would pitch a bitch fit and toss us out on our respective asses. Or maybe she wouldn’t. It’s a chance I can’t take.

We seem to get along best when we’re more that a two hour drive away.

Joe’s awake, will have to continue this thought later.

Later

Unfortunately, during the hustle and bustle of cooking dinner, bathing kids, stories, diapers, and bedtime, I’ve lost my train of thought.

Though things draw a major vacuum right now, I wouldn’t change the choices that got me here if given the opportunity. Living with my parents this time around gave me the chance to see that it’s Really Not Me. Dad does provide a consistent (albeit aggravating) male role model for the boys. Mom is doing a whiz-bang job of showing Alannah that seeming isn’t better than being. And I’m doing my best to teach them that going off-roading down the less-beaten path can be a LOT of fun.

I just hope my sanity makes it through relatively unscathed.