Oct 24, 2005

My Great Adventure

The move is upon me, with all my last minute running around before the movers come tomorrow. I am so glad that this is getting done and so nervous that something will go wrong.

My Little Princess won't let me pack her toys without hysterics. So that should be fun. I am considering just having a monster sized box left and tomorrow morning just dumping all her toys into it. But then again, maybe I will just pack it all and withstand the stormy tantrums to follow.

I am up at some god-awful before the sun wakes up hour because I have to much on my mind and you my dear blog friends are again subjected to my psychotic babble as I look around frantically and wonder what should I do first? Will I get it all done? And, why the hell did I ever decide to do this in the first place?

As well my friends, I should warn you that it may be a week or two before I get access to the internet. I am sorry that means that barring time to post tomorrow morning, I may not be on here updating for a while. I will try, but you know how these things go when you move to the ass end of nowhere.

Wish me luck friends, I am about to embark on a grand adventure lets hope we all get there with our belongings and our sanity intact!

Oct 23, 2005

Thinking about things

I sit here putting off my day. The move is quickly approaching and I have so much to do, but I am tired. This move is killing me. So, I sit here talking to you, my blog friends, pretending it is like any other day and I have no where better to be. (and there really is nowhere better than chatting with you anyway.)

On the upside, when I get there, my house is all cleaned, furniture moved in already, and even food in the fridge and towels in the bathroom. I love that my MIL is so excited to have us coming. She just keeps preparing for us and talking to us. She is a doll. Once I get through the h*ll on this side of the move (the leaving side) the other side will be wonderful I can tell.

I have never lived there, but I have been there a lot since getting married. I was married there. Prince Charming grew up there. This is the first move that feels like going home. I am so looking forward to getting there and getting on with the every day mundane bits of life. Now that I have a house, I am free to ponder the other bits of the move. I am free to try to allow myself to get excited about the whole thing, about the wonder of just going home.

This move will end up being the best thing I ever did for my family guys. I just know it.

Oct 22, 2005

Taking my breath away

There are moments as a mom that take me completely by surprise. I am busy doing my every day normal stuff and she will do something that just takes my breath away. Now some days it is as simple as she tells me she has a secret and when I lean in she whispers she loves me in my ears. Other days, it is something a little more dramatic.

I'll never forget walking with Prince Charming and Notsosnowwhite while she sang happily in the stroller. Her little girl voice carrying out over ours in that carefree way that I love. Suddenly we all stop talking at once. As we listen, we realize that she is singing the alphabet, all by herself, unassisted, of her own free will. We walk together, holding our breath, looking at each other in wonder. Questions pass silently through our minds "Will she actually do the whole thing?" and "Did you know she could do that?". When she finished the whole thing, we were so exciting, yelling and clapping and celebrating on the side of the road. We must have been a sight to see.

Last night, she climbed up into my arms with "Touch and Feel Kitten" also known as "The Kitty Book" in her hands. I settled into read the book, yet again. When she started to say the words on the first page and then turning the pages and reciting each page. She had them all memorized!!!! I was so impressed. Afterwards she climbed into her daddy's arms and "read" him "The Hungry Caterpillar" She had it memorized and recited the book for him! It is ssooooo cute. We all sat mesmerised as she recited a book we all knew by heart. I was so proud my heart filled up and I swear I floated over to the computer to blog it!

There are days when she does something new and wonderful, she just takes my breath away.

Oct 21, 2005

Why mornings suck!

Okay so picture this, I am typing to you with a package of frozen weiners sitting next to me. Why, you ask? (Lets just assume you asked so that I can complain.)

Well this morning, some idiot at the post office called us at 7:30 in the morning to verify the change off address we put in to days ago dated for Monday. I couldn't get back to sleep, so I stumbled blindly into the kitchen to get some coffee. There was cold leftover coffee in a thermos on the counter so I poured it into the one coffee cup I don't have packed and nuked it like I do every morning. But apparently this morning even the coffee cup was out to get me, because when I reached in to pick up my cup, it was super, incredibly, searingly HOT! I picked it up and put it down in seconds. But that wasn't quick enough. I immediately developed a huge white blister on my finger. And let me tell you, it hurts like heck! I went to the freezer to look for ice, but found none. The only thing I found that I could hold in my hand was a pack of frozen weiners.

So now I sit here with a pack of frozen weiners and a cup of coffee that has gotten cold. I am drinking the coffee anyway because I earned it dammit! I try to type but then the pain gets so bad, I revert to one-handed typing with said pack of weiners.

So, my dear blog freinds, if I visit your site today and only leave a tiny short message, remember how hard it was for me to type it and have mercy on me. Typing this took an eternity, I swear!

Oct 20, 2005

The Inner Workings of the Three Year Old Mind

I'll never understand the mind of a three year old. I will never understand how it is vitally important that this teddy bear has to be on the right side of your pillow and that one on the left when I tuck you in at night and the joy of taking every sheet, every blanket, every pillow and toy off of your bed each and every night and sleeping on the bare mattress. I will never understand the joy that is spreading every item you own all over your room so that in order to open the door, you have to push stuff out of the way.

There are so many things that completely baffle me about my Little Princess. When I make her a grilled cheese sandwich, she pulls it apart, eats the cheese and then only eats that bread which cannot be separated from the cheese. Until I met my Little Princess, I didn't know that bread was just the handle to hold the food, that soup is any liquid in a bowl and that given the opportunity, it is better to be able to eat only the liquid and leave any nasty floating bits in your bowl(you know, like vegetables, potatoes, or meat).

I will never understand the joy of reading the same book so many times that mommy starts dreaming that hungry caterpillars are eating Winnie the Pooh while a tigger bounces by laughing maniacally. You should see us, I start reading her a book and Notsosnowwhite and Prince Charming start chanting the lines along with me. We have all read these books so many times that we all can recite them by rote when we can't even see the words, a talent which comes in handy by the way when Little Princess is in my arms looking so closely at the pics that I can't see the book.

I will never understand the excitement and thrill which is Dora the Explorer, Blues Clues, and Big Comfy Couch. How she gets so excited when she sees them coming on the television, she jumps up and down screaming and yelling with excitement as if she had just won the lottery! (only she gets lucky and hits the jackpot every day!)

She really is a riot and she comes up with new baffling ways of looking at things every day. Life is never boring when you live with a Little Princess.

Oct 19, 2005

Twisted Cinderella Gets Sentimental

Today, I am going to take a step away from operation move obsession and just remember my Little Princess. Looking back the thing I remember most is the feeling.

I can close my eyes and feel her in my arms with her little head on my shoulder snuggling into my neck. I can feel her in her Snuggly, wiggling and squirming against my stomach. I think back and I remember her tiny little body in my arms and I can feel her there. (she was 4lbs 10oz when I brought her home from the hospital.) I can feel her little hands in mine as she holds tightly and tries to jump on my legs.

And even now it is the feelings that stand out the most. I know I will always be able to close my eyes and feel her little hand in mine as we walk down the hall for her to go to bed. I will always feel her in my arms as she cuddles in my lap crying over a bad dream and I softly sing to her and rock her and she sags, heavy with sleep. These are the memories that will last. And I am so grateful to share them with her.

There is something special about being her mommy. Something in the way she looks at me and trusts me absolutely.

We have a little thing we do where, when she is crying, I put my hands on either side of her face and wipe the tears away gently with my thumbs and then I tell her to take a deep breath and I blow gently over her face, blowing away the sad. When I finish, she looks at me and smiles, "See mommy, now I'm happy." I want to be able to do that forever. It is such a miracle to be able to kiss away the bumps and blow away the sad

Never mind me, I am just looking at her lying quietly on the couch watching Go Diego Go and I am thinking about just how beautiful, how wonderful, how special she really is. I look at her and I see that just being her mommy and wife to Prince Charming made all my dreams come true. This really is my happily ever after, crazy fiasco moves, and grumpy FILs included. My life really is my fairy tale.

Oct 18, 2005

I got the place!

I got the place! I got the place! I got the place!!! Oh thank god, I got the place!

I won't be living in my 30 boxes on the side of the street! I won't be homeless in a week! We have a big beautiful house. I will be posting pics when I get there.

Thanks for all the positive thoughts, guys. You guys rock!

And the Countdown Begins!

I am up early and I am waiting to hear about my place. I am so tense that my stomach is in knots. The clock is ticking, the birds outside are singing, the Little Princess is playing in her room, and the coffee is percolating, but all I can think of is, "Did I get the place?" I am going to drive myself crazy, I am fully aware of this. But it is like a unstoppable train coming at me, I stand here and panic but I can't get out of the way. I know that if I don't get this place, I will pretend I am okay, but I tell you right now, I will be completely devestated.

On a different note, I am going to get groceries later today for the last time in this house. woohoo! One more week and this fiasco of a move is over and I am (hopefully) settling in to my new place.

I am going to go get some coffee and try to calm these ragged nerves. And, while I am there, I will make breakfast for the Little Princess, (I am good that way, I like to feed her now and again.LOL just teasing)

Oct 17, 2005

A Twisted Meme

Okay, Julie tagged me but I have already done this particular tag so I gave it a little twist and I'll give it a whirl! So here goes:

Ten months ago I was . . . working for the province of Nova Scotia helping to process requests for the fuel rebate. It was an interesting insight into a government office. I have never seen an office more disorganized in my entire life. Mail came in in boxes and boxes. It was sorted through at random moments and put back into boxes and boxes. Nothing ever got filed in the entire process and if two parts of your mail ever got disconnected you have very little chance of it ever coming back together again. My job was to call people who hadn't submitted all the required info. I took all my boxes and boxes of applications and piled them up in chronological order of application date that matched the date of the applicant once they got it on the computer. That way their application was always at hand.

Five months ago I had just moved here to Gander. I was optimistic work was just around the corner and that everything was going to work out perfectly. I had a nice house to live in, I was making friends. And it all looked great.

One month ago, we had just come to the conclusion that as much as we hated to admit it, it wasn't going to work here. I could honestly say that moving here was a mistake and I hated to admit that. Of all of my moves this is the first one that I completely regret. I hated the idea of moving again, but we talked it through and realized that the work was just no longer here and without it we couldn't make it here on our own. We decided to move closer to a better support system where we don't always feel like we sink or swim all on our own, where we don't feel so isolated.

Yesterday I was . . . packing up a few of my remaining things that are unpacked. I sorted through the Little Princesses stuff and getting rid of toys that are too old and not played with anymore.

You can see through this that the last year has been remarkably move oriented. And I hate it. We have decided that come what may, this is it. Work or no work we are staying where we are once we get there. We will have family there. My little princess will be able to go to the same school her daddy went to. She will be close to her grandparents and will have the opportunity to get to really know what a treasure having them close by is. This is a good move, if only I can get a house lined up. I will hear something this week, I hope.

Oct 16, 2005

Well it is early Sunday morning. The rain is pouring and the world looks grey and dreary. I am doing well. I managed to pack up most of my stuff into those 30 boxes for the movers. I am going to call them and find out what happens if they are really heavy boxes or if I have an extra one or two. All in all, I am proud of me for narrowing my stuff down so much. I look on it as a clean slate, I get to get settled and work on getting stuff for my new place.

I am concentrating on not worrying over getting a house for the weekend. I won't hear anything until at least Tuesday, and until then I am not going to worry. I am not going to panic that I am moving a mere week after that. I am going go ahead and operate under the assumption that we got that place and hope for the best. Maybe the power of positive thinking will help.

In the meantime, life is good. I am as sore as heck from all the packing, discovering muscles I didn't know I had. The little princess is watching a show called "Mighty Machines" quite happily and I am too tired and sore to bother to try to do something better with her right now. Hey, she is fed and dressed and happy, so that is not too bad, right. (as I say this, I quietly vow that after my move, we will spend more quality time together that does not involve, boxes, computers, televisions, cooking or cleaning!)

I just took a little break to draw a picture at her request. I love her love of drawing and reading. She is so industrious as she concentrates on getting it just right. Ahh she just makes me smile.

Anyway, nothing really to report for this Sunday. I have just made a few decisions. I am not going to worry. I am going to concentrate on getting this done, on getting a house, on spending time with the Little Princess, on saying good bye to my best friend, and on being a good mom. Everything else will just have to come with time. I can't fix those things over which I have no control.

Oct 15, 2005

Silly Saturday

With all the move stress and knowing that I won't get any news until next week, I had to find some silly newspaper headlines to share with everyone. A little smile for a nice Saturday.


- Something went wrong in jet crash, experts says
- Police begin campaign to run down jaywalkers
- Safety Experts say school bus passengers should be belted
- Drunk gets nine months in violin case
- Survivor of Siamese twins joins parents
- Farmer Bill dies in house
- Iraqi head seeks arms
- British left waffles on Falkland Islands
- Lung cancer in women mushrooms
- Eye drops off shelf
- Teacher strikes idle kids
- Reagan wins on budget, but more lies ahead
- Squad helps dog bite victim
- Shot off woman's leg helps Nicklaus to 66
- Enraged cow injures farmer with ax
- Plane too close to ground, crash probe told
- Miners refuse to work after death
- Juvenile court to try shooting defendant
- Stolen painting found by tree
- Two soviet ships collide, one dies
- 2 sisters reunited after 18 years in checkout counter
- Killer sentenced to die for second time in 10 years
- Drunken drivers paid $1000 in '84
- War dims hope for peace
- If strike isn't settled quickly, it may last a while
- Cold wave linked to temperatures
- Nine tenths of mass of universe found in Canberra
- Red tape holds up bridge
- Deer kill 17,000
- Typhoon rips through cemetery; hundreds dead
- Man struck by lightening faces battery charges
- New study of obesity looks for larger test group
- Kids make nutritious snacks
- Local high school dropouts cut in half
- Man minus ear waives hearing
- Include your children when baking cookies

Have a great weekend and tell me one thing that made you smile today. I need to hear about all the great weekends going on out there.

Oct 14, 2005

Flashback Friday--food disasters

I come from the old school of cooking that doesn't really measure anything and doesn't really use recipes. When I do use a recipe I am famous for making substitutions that change a recipe so that a recipe that started out as chicken and rice morphs to Beef and pasta. And through the years, this has led to the occasional disaster.

My first foray into cooking occurred early one Saturday morning when I was five years old and while my parents slept soundly unaware of the potential disaster that was occurring in the kitchen. All in all it turned out better than it could have. I climbed the chair and sat on the counter so that I could reach the buttons on the stove. I turned on the burner and placed a random pot on whichever burner happened to get hot. Then I cracked an egg into the pan and waited for it to cook. Somewhere around here, my mother heard the commotion and came out to "help" me. She nicely informed me that when cooking eggs, it works better if you add a little butter into the pan and that it would be good to wait for her to help me. I was very proud of myself. And that was the start of my love of cooking. I love to experiment and I love to invent wonderful creations that my family will love. My only difficulty is recreating any successful creation as I am not always aware of what went into my original meal.

When I was about 14 I decided that I could do a nice chicken dinner for my brother, sister, and my friend. I cooked it until I thought it was done and we ate our dinner, we all wondered why the chicken was sooo chewy and pink. Everyone at it politely and I was lucky no one got sick. They smiled sickly and ate the dinner and filled up on potatoes and gravy. I obviously didn't cook my chicken nearly enough and to this day, I am so scared of undercooking my chicken that I cook it until it falls off the bones.

Further Rantings of a Move Obsessed Princess, or also known as Please Let My Fairy Tale Have a Happy Ending

So here's my plan for today. Walk down and fax some papers to try to get a place. come home, clean up, feed the Little Princess, pray like crazy that I get the place. then I will go downstairs continue sorting the entire contents of my house into 30 boxes and then pray like crazy that I get that place. After that I will make supper, clean up, relax and pray like crazy that I get the place.

Do you see a pattern? I do. I am slowly losing my mind! I need, need, need to know that in 12 days when the movers come to pick up my crap they will have someplace to drop it off at the other end. Oh and I would love it if that place that they dropped it off at, could also be a place for my family to sleep. Wouldn't that be nice?

In the meantime, my current landlord is selling my house. Prince Charming tells me last night, "Oh the Landlord is bring someone by to see the place tomorrow". WHATTT????? And you didn't tell me?? I need to clean. I need to make sure that when my place is up for inspection that they can see past the boxes and crap and see that I am a good housekeeper. Because I just know that anyone who comes into my house is making silent judgements about my housekeeping ability. I can hear them walking away, "look at that, there are dishes in the sink! How terrible! And there were toys on the living room floor, what a mess!" Prince Charming will never get my need to have my place presentable when people come by. Oh well at least he has his looks.

Oct 13, 2005

My day today.

I am cautiously optimistic that things may be turning around and I may find a place. Hopefully. I found out last night that the emergency place I had to live at the end of the month fell through. So, if this doesn't work out, I could end up homeless in 2 weeks. That would SUCK!!!! So keep your fingers crossed for me that this all works out and I find out soon, I have a home to go to. Anyway, that is my explanation as to why you haven't heard from me today. This fiasco we call a move has been taking up all my time and I have been running around trying to ensure that I don't end up homeless with my life in 30 boxes on the street. Ugh. Heaven help me.

Oct 12, 2005

Broadened horizons or Crazy Lack of Direction? You tell me!

So, I have broadened my horizons in moving. I can't find a house to live in and I am getting stressed.

So I have spoken to people in three different towns and which ever one finds us a place to live is our new permanent forever home. Great way to pick a new place to live, isn't it? I guess it is marginally better then darts on a map. Whoever wants us, gets us.

So my new official moving destination is somewhere on the West Coast of Newfoundland. Well, at least I have it narrowed down, right? It could be worse. I could be moving somewhere on the east coast of Canada, or somewhere in the North America, or just somewhere. It is awful to be that up in the air, but at least I have something of a chance of someone somewhere finding a place for us to live and then whereever they find a house that is our new permanent forever home. Lovely. Just lovely.

Life is fun here in the fast lane. You never know what is to get thrown at you or what you are going to hit next! Hell at points like this, you don't know where you are or where you are going! Hop in and join me sometime, its quite a ride!

Oct 11, 2005

True/False Answers!

Thanks to Princssis for tagging me for this meme. Here are my answers!

1. I have 15 Aunts and Uncles on my fathers side. Absolutely true. My dad is the oldest of 16 children that my grandmother had. Boy she was a busy lady!

2. I failed typing in high school. True. And I went on to learn to type 60 wpm in college.

3. I am an office manager. True. Well I was up until I moved and I will be again once I find work.

4. I married my high school sweetheart Nope! I met Prince Charming after college. His best friends in high school were my best friends in college!

5. I married at 29 years old True. I met Prince Charming at 28 and we married when I was 29.

6. I used to know all the words to "We didn't start the fire" True. I am ashamed to tell you. LOL

7. I love "Ace Ventura Pet Detective" movies NOPE! I hate them. I don't really like gross out humour like that.

8. I used to have a crush on Corey Hart and Patrick Swayze Unfortunately yup! I did!

9. I have had 16 operations. Yes, I did. I was formerly blind, deaf, had my tonsils, gallbladder and all other spare parts removed.

10. I have made wedding cakes for friends and family. True. Before I went back to college, where I met my freinds that introduced me to Prince Charming, I was a cake decorator for 8 years.

11. My favorite childhood book is "Anne of Green Gables" True. I loved the last scene in the first book!

12. I talk on-line to my friend who introduced me to my dh every day. Unfortunately no. I wish I did but stuff happens. We are starting to talk more again though.

13. I have never seen her son. True. We had a falling out before he was born and then I moved away.

14. I am always late. I am NEVER late! I hate to be late. I am always early to the point that it drives Prince Charming crazy!

15. I once had a bear eat our food while camping Nope, it was actually a bunch of giant sized raccoons that we thought was a bear and scared us senseless

16. My friends and I were rescued by cute guys down the trail. Yup we spent the rest of our camping trip flirting hopelessly with these guys!

17. We had adult friends who heard us screaming nearby but they ignored us. Yup and were our parents pissed off when they heard about it.

18. I have never been in a car accident. False. I have been in several. I hate driving. I haven't driven a car in 5 years.

19. Prince Charming and I play scrabble all the time. False. He won't play me because I win all the time.

20. I have never seen a hurricane. False. I actually lived through hurricane Juan and it put the roof of the building next door through our wall while we were inside and made us have to find a new place to live. To this day, since then, my Little Princess is afraid of the dark.

Oct 10, 2005

Schoolyard Rules & True/False

Do you ever wish that life was run on playground rules? Wouldn't it be awesome to yell, "Oops! I want a do-over I wasn't looking that time!" when you mess something up. Or, wouldn't it be great, to be able to yell, "Dibs! That job is mine, I saw it first!" And if someone has something really great, wouldn't you love to ask them to go "halfsies". And would dating be easier if you could send a friend over to ask, "TC, wants to know if you like her." Lawsuits would give way to schoolyard tactics as that person who was rude to you on the bus could get a punch in the nose because they deserve it.

The thing is kids have their own set of rules. They are simple, straight forward and there are no grey areas. If I like you, I talk to you, if I don't like you, I ignore you. Simple. Just once I would love to go up to a stranger and say, "Hi, my name is TC would like to come to my house to hang out." and not have them look at me like I am some psycho stalker chick whom they may need to identify in a line-up some day.

True/False meme

Thanks to Princssis for tagging me for this meme. I figured I would include in in this post for something a little fun.

Here are 20 things about me that could be true. In the comments section, just tell me which ones you think are false. Sound fun? Good!

1. I have 15 Aunts and Uncles on my fathers side.
2. I failed typing in high school.
3. I am an office manager.
4. I married my high school sweetheart
5. I married at 29 years old
6. I used to know all the words to "We didn't start the fire"
7. I love "Ace Ventura Pet Detective" movies
8. I used to have a crush on Corey Hart and Patrick Swayze
9. I have had 16 operations.
10. I have made wedding cakes for friends and family.
11. My favorite childhood book is "Anne of Green Gables"
12. I talk on-line to my friend who introduced me to my dh every day.
13. I have never seen her son.
14. I am always late.
15. I once had a bear eat our food while camping
16. My friends and I were rescued by cute guys down the trail.
17. We had adult friends who heard us screaming nearby but they ignored us.
18. I have never been in a car accident.
19. Prince Charming and I play scrabble all the time.
20. I have never seen a hurricane.

Oct 9, 2005

Ramblings of a One-Track Mind

Today as I try to think of something to tell you guys about and I realize how incredibly one-tracked my life is right now. My life right now is all move all the time.

I could tell you about how with my upcoming move, my days are centered around trying to decide if my books are more important than my movies (reading is over-rated, right?) and wondering why the heck up until now I have felt the need to keep every little peice of paper, every knick knack, and grocery receipt.

I could tell you how I have a friend going to see a possible apartment today and I am afraid to get excited because I don't want to be disappointed if someone else accepted it first.

I could tell you that I have gotten rid of every book I own and how Prince Charming has graciously allowed me to dispose a few of his little pieces of paper but nothing else at all. He is a pack-rat and it is ALL VERY IMPORTANT.

I could tell you all that, but I won't. I will tell you instead that I love the new show, "Ghost Whisperer" and the new show, "Supernatural".

I will tell you that I am excited to be moving where I used to live. That I look forward to being near family and friends.

I will tell you that I freaked out an "old friend" who propositioned me on-line because he thought he wouldn't have to see me and now I am going to be living in the same town and spending time with his wife. Tee hee. He is going to be so uncomfortable.

I will tell you that I apologize for this incredibly rambling, unfocused, post and promise that once this move is done and I can move on to every day life, my life and my blog will improve. Just put up with me during my growing pains.

Oct 8, 2005

Will this never end????

If I ever tell you that I am moving again, please find me and slap me silly. Moving is NOT fun. This move is especially NOT fun! Every time I start to get a handle on things, I get the old one-two knockout punch.

I take a deep breath and relax, ahhh I found a house, we have movers, we have the budget lined up. All is good. But then the guy who owns the house rents to his uncle who is suddenly homeless due to a flood. Now the whole town is full of homeless people renting homes due to a massive flood. Trying renting a home now.

Every time anything seems to be lined up it falls through. So now, we have 17 days until the move and we have no place to live at the end of the month!!!! AAAAAAAAAAH!!

Our wonderful movers gave us a great deal on our move, but we have to move in 17 days and we can only take 30 boxes. 30 BOXES!!! I have to boil my life down to 30 boxes! 30 boxes for memories, for dishes, for clothes, for electronics, for books and movies and toys! OMG 30 BOXES!!!!

I swear this is like some cosmic joke and someone somewhere is pointing a camera laughing while I quietly freak out over one catastrophe after the other hitting me with this move.

I want this move to be over. Prince Charming suggested that maybe we should see if we can rescind our notice and move next month. OMG another month of this crap hitting me. I think I would just lose my mind. 30 days isn't going to get these people their homes back. 30 days will only mean that we will lose the deal with our movers and I will have 30 more days to freak out over this whole mess. I need this to be done.

Prince Charming wants to find the perfect house so that we never have to move again. I completely agree but I am starting to freak out and I am starting to be willing to live in anything to get me there.

You would think that after 33 moves. Moving would be old hat. My stuff should line up and hop into its assigned place in the boxes all by itself. But this move has shown me that moving is NEVER old hat! It is always a horrible ordeal! And this one was just more so. So if you ever hear me say that I think I would like to move again, read this to me, slap me silly, and remind me of the hell that this move was. I am sure to remember and change my mind. NEVER AGAIN!

Oct 7, 2005

From the Savages to the Civilized

Well today's experience was nothing like yesterday's escapades. I went in early and hurried to get coffee and tea ready. And then waited for the savages to attack. But today, I was pleasantly surprised. The savages didn't return. Todays group of teachers were so nice and polite and helpful. There were just as many people but they were respectful and kind. They lined up and waited politely to get their food. When they couldn't find something, they asked. I actually enjoyed myself. I had fun. What a wonderful turn-around from yesterday's extravaganza. All I can say, is that I hope some of these teachers know each other and teach each other how to behave. Because today's teachers were a model example of the kind of people I would like to teach my daughter.

It was an early day, it was hard work, and I am exhausted but I had fun and I would be willing to go again next year if they needed me.

Oct 6, 2005

The day the savages attacked.

I have discovered something. The people in charge of keeping our children in line are the biggest bunch of savages I have ever seen. I volunteered to help organize a coffee break for 500 teachers at a conference here in town with the profits going to the Boys and Girls Club.

First up was morning tea and coffee. Enter said savages. 500 teachers crammed around 3 coffee urns complaining that there should be milk as well as creamer and that there should be breakfast as well as coffee. I get bombarded with complaint after complaint as these teachers rapidly drain all 3 urns of every drop of coffee they could possibly drain, even tipping them up so as to get the last drops.

After the teachers finally leave, we run around and spread out a feast of muffins, granola bars, breakfast bars, fruit, cakes, juice, tea, coffee and water. Just as we finish setting up, I hear a rumbling in the distance. The horde of savages tromping down the hallway. Suddenly they decended upon us arms and hands flying as food flew by our heads. Wrappers and containers were thrown carelessly to aside as they landed like vultures as the table. Within 10 minutes the tables were picked clean and the teachers the set upon the garbage, flinging garbage this way and that in the hopes that one bar or juice may have gotten buried in the mess.

When they discovered the food set aside for the next day, there was momentary excitement until that too evaporated into nothingness. Once the food was gone, the horde attacked. They decended at my feet, complaining that there was nothing left and how dare I let this happen as though this was my diabolical plan to starve 500 people just to see how they would react. I hid in my corner with my arms over my head, and when the bombardment stopped I peaked out between my fingers and the crowd had disappeared. They had left with only the mountains of garbage to remind me of the savages that had been there to begin with.

Oct 5, 2005

Meet Sleepless Cinderella

Let me tell you a story. I went to bed at my regular time, snuggled down in my nice warm bed for a restful nihgts sleep. But then I was unexpectedly attacked. The attack came swift, and I didn't see it coming. I was laying there relaxed when a worried thought came out of nowhere and smashed me in the head.

After that, no matter what I did, I just couldn't get the worries about my moves out of my head. They barraged me, swirling around my head in a constant attack "Did you remember this?" and "What about that?" and "Don't forget about that bill!" I was defenseless against this unexpected assault.

Eventually sometime around four in the morning, I managed to stop the attack long enough to close my eyes and go to sleep in an exhausted, dreamless sleep (thank God)

This morning, a mere four hours after finally going to sleep, I am up again, introducing the world to Sleepless Cinderella. Trust me, she ain't pretty. She stumbles around nursing a cup of coffee, thinking, "God let this day end quick."

Oct 4, 2005

How come we never heard of PMS Cinderella?

The only thing worse about grocery shopping on a budget is having people second guess what you got. You didn't get those? Why not? Surely you could cut back here or there and squeeze those in. Well, Smartypants, no not really. I decided that I could live without my wonderful coffee. So really, I don't think I can squeeze in mini pizzas so sorry, I'll try to better next time. It is so tough to stand there in the grocery store counting out how much of something you can get because it is $0.30 more than you expected it to be.

Add to that stress the fact that my moving fiasco just keeps getting worse and worse. And I am in a really bad bad mood. I resemble the wicked witch of the east more than any kind of cinderella.

But then again, that is why I am Twisted Cinderella, because the fairy tale doesn't cover the many different faces of Cinderella. We never hear about PMS Cinderella, Grouchy Cinderella and forget about stressed out Cinderella or Hung Over Cinderella (not that I have ever been that one. LOL you believe me, don't you?)

Anyway, I am in a fowl mood and I am considering slipping someone a poisoned apple in there dinner. Talk to you later.

Oct 3, 2005

Early in the morning

It is early at my house. The sun is out and the house is quiet. Even the garbage man has not been on our street. But thanks to my early alarm (my back) I am up early and enjoying the quiet of the house.

There is something special about having these few minutes to myself and I find myself walking around on tiptoe so as not to walk the Little Princess and spoil the mood. I have to clean up the mess left from snacks in the living room last night, but I don't want to touch them because as soon as I do, she will hear and wake up and then the magic will be broken.

I get so little time to myself where I am just alone and quiet and I can greet the day on my terms at my pace with no little voice demanding breakfast, toys, television and attention. Not that I mind that stuff but it is nice to have 1/2 hour to recharge my batteries alone before opening the door to her beaming face and greeting the rest of the day together.

Once she gets up the day really begins and I begin packing for my move, cleaning up messes, putting out garbage, and all that fun stuff. Before she gets up it feels a little like playing hooky from school, I am supposed to be doing something else but until the someone arrives to drag me back to my duties, I have no intention of going back on my own.

Silly I know, because left to my own devices, I would go back on my own and I know that given a little time, I will probably wake her up. But in the meantime,I am enjoying my little mini-vacation. Rambling on to you about some nonsense that you probably don't really feel like reading but when I opened my blog to write this is what came. Lucky you, huh?

by Jo Ann Merrell

If I live in a house of spotless beauty
with everything in its place,
but have not love,
I am a housekeeper ...
not a homemaker.
If I have time for waxing, polishing,
and decorative achievements,
but have not love,
my children learn of cleanliness
... not godliness.

Love leaves the dust
in search of a child's laugh.

Love smiles at the tiny fingerprints
on a newly cleaned window.

Love wipes away the tears
before it wipes up the spilled milk.

Love picks up the child
before it picks up the toys.

Love is present through the trials.

Love reprimands,
reproves and is responsive.

Love crawls with the baby,
walks with the toddler,
runs with the child,
then stands aside to let
the youth walk into adulthood.

Love is the key
that opens salvation's message
to a child's heart.

Before I became a mother
I took glory in my house of perfection.
Now I glory in God's perfection
of my child.

As a mother,
there is much I must teach my child ...
but the greatest of all is

Oct 2, 2005


I got tagged by momyblogR. Woo-hoo let's PLAY!

The rules are as follows:

1. Go into your achieves.
2. Find your 23rd post.
3. Post the fifth sentence (or closest to it).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
5. Tag five other people to do the same thing.

My sentence was:

The mother loves her older daughter more.

I had just watched a Dr. Phil episode and I was completely heartbroken over the way that this mother treated her younger daughter.

Well it is Sunday and it will probably be a quiet day in our house today. Nothing further from the Wicked Witch, so fun stories on that front.

I have one question, have you ever noticed that every fall they networks all seem to get together and come up with one premise and then each run there separate ways to enlarge on it. So when we are watching the new shows for the fall there seems to be an abundance of the same story told 15 different ways and 15 different variations. And it is left to you to figure out which one you like and which one you think will last past 13 weeks into its first season.

Well, I gotta gotta go contemplate the meaning of the universe or maybe I'll just make breakfast, talk at ya later.

I'm tagging:

* M. C. Pearson
* kenju
* ribbiticus
* ensurt
* Carmi

Have fun!!!

Oct 1, 2005

The Wicked Witch of the Avalon

I have just heard from the evilest person I know, The Wicked Witch of the Avalon. she found my old blog the one where I am all nice nice all the time. She emailed me. She is my husband's Aunt. I HATE her.

When I was in the hospital having the Little Princess, she told lies about my mom that had my mom in my hospital room crying when I just had my daughter. She caused a rift between my family and my dh's family that has never healed. She lives for trouble. She lives to cause as much trouble as she possibly can. She is nice to your face and then talks about you behind your back. I HATE HER!!

When I first had the Little Princess she threatened to have her taken away from me because I didn't give her water and because the Little Princess liked her formula cold and because the Little Princess had to have iron free formula. I was a new mommy making the best decisions I could with the help of my doctor and all she could do was threaten. I HATE HER!!!! She has since threatened several other parents with the same thing. UGH!

Don't get me wrong. I was nice in the email but I have this feeling inside like I was just talking to the evilest person I have ever known. the only person I have ever hated.

So, just to be safe and to hide this blog from her, I have made a couple of changes to make it more difficult for the Wicked Witch to find me.