Cats, Fall,

Have any of you got cats? We do we have two males. I can barely tolerate them about half the time. Don't get me wrong I like cats or at least used to. Now I'm not so sure that I really do. I made the mistake of leaving some papers in my rocking chair when we went to bed last night and Trip pissed on them. Sometimes I just want to kill them both. There are at least two or three things that I don't like about cats. 1) when they piss on things instead of in their litter box. 2) when they climb where they know they shouldn't be [any knock thing off breaking them half the time]. 3) how they fight all of the time. Sooner or later we are going to have to build on to this house and it's going to get nasty, them pissing everywhere. I've got to tell you I'm not looking forward to this. It makes me sick to think of my house smelling like cat piss. But Trip will be especially bad about doing it and until the whole house smells he won't quit. This is why [I've already told hubby...] that they won't be allowed in certain rooms in the house! Bedrooms, Bathrooms, library, kitchen, or laundry room. [At this point I'd really prefer them be outside all together! but this won't happen.]

Well, here we are it's that wonderful time of the year.... Fall. My Birthday is coming up and it's cooling off. Rosh Hashanah has past and we are off to a rolling start. Though I've got to tell you sick isn't the way I wanted to spent the beginning to the New Year or the Fall season. Here in Texas it's still getting hot during the day. But it's getting cool at night, almost downright cold. This morning had me shivering as I told Hubby bye this morning. But then any cold air has had me shivering the last few days. Thankfully at least I can say that [I Believe] it's getting better, and will soon go away. I mean my cold. Now that it's cooling off I'm going to have to try to spend a little more time outside with the baby. She likes seeing all the different things. So this is a great day, our little heat wave that occurred the last few days has given way to cooler temps. It's actually nearly 10 am. and it's still cool here in the house [no AC].

Share, Share All, Share Alike / A Recent Death

Have you ever noticed how Husbands share?? They tend to share things that no one wants. Colds, Flu, sore throats, etc. I swear the place where my hubby works is terrible. The only reason he doesn't get sick more often is because I give him the Cold and Flu Tincture everyday before work. But alas, this darling slipped through. But still all in all it hasn't been as bad as some have gotten it from what I'm told. But then there are others out there who won't take anything when they are sick, so everyone ends up getting the bug.

To me I think it's odd how some people will run to the doctor for every little ache and pain, and others stay away to their detriment. Or how some people will only go to an herbalist and others will only go to a MD. Me I fall somewhere in the middle. I will go to the MD when I have to, but most of the time I rely upon my herbs. This has served me well, for I rarely do need the doctor that bad. Like for example when I first got pregnant with my baby, my right side was hurting like all hell. I tried everything, and it kept getting worse. Finally one morning I got up and my side hurt so bad I was afraid that I might have an appendicitis. We went to the ER. Luckily it was only a urinary tract infection. The medicine from the Doctor and natural remedies eventually cleared that up. They should work together, Herbal and conventional medicine. I find the best results are obtained when they do.

Also most folks want to take one herb and get well. But the problem is that most of the time only one herb doesn't work that well. If you use a formula of herbs, then they work generally better. Each herb has a specific action, and usually several acting toward a common goal is better than relying upon only one. I find the same is true when coupled with conventional medicine. Of course you will always have to watch for interactions in both areas, but usually the two together do a better job than just one alone.

The sadist fact of it all is that both conventional medicine and herbal medicine are multi-million dollar a year businesses. And greed can cause a lot of people trouble. They get used to you coming for this and that illness and making money off that, that many don't care to see you get well. They only want to see your money rolling in. This will be the downfall of many. Both of those who act this way and those who depend upon them. It is a sorry fact, that for all of our knowledge, and understanding, money can still keep us from caring.

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Yesterday was a bad day on my part. I received a shock. A Lawyer friend of mine died unexpectedly. The last thing I was expecting was an email stating that he had died. It got me to thinking about how many people in my life have been lost the last two years and a few others as well. Both of my all time best friends are gone now. My favorite Uncle, my Favorite Aunt, Another Uncle, My Grandparents [both adopted and natural], A Pastor I adored, as well as others. God knows how they are missed. All of them.

Two Hours.

Have you ever noticed how short two hours are? Well, let me tell you, I never did. That is until I decided to nurse my child. And let me say this, two hours are short! You start counting from the time you start feeding and two hours from that time the kid's hungry again. It's hard to do anything. Another thing you realize after you have kids is that you never seem to get enough rest. And how utterly precious that rest is! I mean it. That's the first thing every one tells you. 'You know that it's the last good night's sleep you'll ever have again.' Be darned if it ain't true.

My day is half over and I could really go back to bed and sleep. And do that just as long as she'll let me. Part of the reason for that is that she's gotten into the habbit of waking up at 3 Am and wanting to play. It's like kid go back to sleep. She does in about an hour and then I've got to get up and get hubby off to work at 5am. Needless to say I'm tired.

I've got to wash clothes, this means a lot of work, as I'm going to have to do them by hand. Oh, joy.... let 'em wait. I'm gonna go back to bed. Goodnight.

Here's To Hardworking Men

Men, who are willing to work hard are rare these days. Men who are like my husband and Father. Take the guys that My hubby and my Brother-in-law work with. These guys have to be some of the laziest people on earth. "But that's not my job" is a phrase that is heard around that work place all of the time. I don't think you can get a decent days work out of any of them. If it weren't for Hubby and his brother they'd never get anything done there. And here it is his day off, and what is he doing right now??? Mowing our lawn. Most guys would complain and say, 'no way, I'm tired.' The thing or it is that we just got back home from his mothers. He had to put a new floor down in her bathroom, and work on her toilet and septic system. Hows that for a hard worker? I know I'm blessed. He's not like most men. If I don't have dinner cooked when he gets home from work, or don't feel good.. He'll cook. If I haven't managed to get the dishes washed, he'll wash them. I know what a awesome guy I've got!

So here's Kudos to those wonderful guys who understand that marriage is a partnership, and not a take take relationship. And may all you women out there find you one!

Hope you've had a good Sunday.

On Being Stuck At Home

I love being a stay at home mom. But I'm really an outdoors type person. The real problem is that it's so hot right now that my four month old can't get out too much. The heat hurts her. Later it will be the cold, she's cold natured like her daddy. This is driving me insane. I hate being cooped up indoors all of the time! I can't wait until she gets a little bit bigger and I can do more outdoor activity with her.

What's more she's an outdoor person as well. She's vary observant, and loves having so much to look at. But the heat makes it impossible for her to stay outside for long stretches. So she gets cranky at times and it's because she's bored. That's OK though, because when she gets a little older I'm going to have her out more. Probably toward the end of winter.

I find it funny. I'm a fall Baby -my birthday's this month- and I love the cool weather. She and her daddy are both spring babies and they love the warm weather. I wonder why that is. Because the first some many months of our lives we have to deal with that kind of weather and get used to it? Although you know what they say about Texas Weather - "If you don't like it wait a minute, It'll change." And it's true, too. The best weather reports are made by going outside. Hummm..... if your wet it's raining; If it's cold and your wet, it's snowing; If the sun is shining, it's a clear day; if it's not, it's not. Most folks don't understand, what the weatherman does is give an educated guess. And their guess is just as good as mine. Their predictions aren't written in stone like most folks want.

I love the noises my baby makes. She's in there doing this right now. She's so cute.She isn't babbling too much yet, but every now and then she gets into the mood. Heaven forbid she gets like my grandmother was. She wouldn't talk to you hardly, she'd just grunt. That's more like what she's doing right now, grunting and whimpering. I suppose that'll change as she gets older though, and she puts meaning to words. Grin I just looked at the time... I'll bet she's hungry again. Later.

The Fur's Gonna Fly and other musings

Have you ever heard anyone say the fur's gonna fly? Yesterday these two idiots got to fighting. Yes, the younger one [Trip] started it as usual. I could see it in him, sometimes he gets into these moods and invariably jumps Cuddles. Well, they went at it and by the time I got it broken up there was cat fur every where, literally. Black and white blotches of fur all over the floor. I had to sweep there was so much of it. I'm surprised that either one of them aren't naked there was so much fur on the floor. I swear these two are crazy as all get out. Though Cuddles has more smarts than Trip. A while back Trip decided that he didn't want to be in the house anymore, and waited by the front door to dodge out. It was 5am. and I didn't see him go out at all. He hadn't been out more than a minute when I hear him meow and the dogs started after him. He ran at least three times around the house before I realized what happened and got outside to rescue him. Lately he's been hanging around the door, but shows no other signs of wanting out. Cuddles was at one time an out door cat, and he would have had enough sense to get away from the trailer.

I love mother, she's always wanting me to call and let her know how the Baby and I am doing. But every time I call someone is either on the phone or online [dial up]. Or they aren't there. Tell me how can I talk to her when that's the case? I guess it's like she doesn't think. She talks a lot but she doesn't think about what she's saying too much. I think it's funny, my hubby was alright until we decided to get married and have kids. Now she can't stand him. This I don't understand. If you like a person, you like a person; if you don't, you don't. What she woke up one morning and said ooh I don't think I like him very much. Also the first thing she said to me after the baby was born was "Just don't have another one right away." What's that mean? Isn't that our or the Good Lord's choice? This is where you get off. Your time of running my life [when you can't even handle yours] is over. I'm nearly 30 and she's still wanting to tell me how to live my life. If I'd leave him, she'd jump up and shout and praise God. As much as she dislikes her adopted mother; she's just as controlling. Yeah, Grandma was bad about that stuff... she always wanted mom to leave dad. She finally gave up when I was Ten and my Bro. was born. She told her that if she wouldn't leave him she'd have him fixed! Isn't that just crazy? Don't get me wrong, she's my mother. And I'll do the Christian thing and take care of her if something were to happen to Dad. But sometimes she drives me insane. I really do love my family in spite of it all, and they are foremost in my mind. Some time though I just need to sound off.

Our washing machine has quit, so for the next few days I'm either going to have to wash by hand or take them to a laundry mat [I'll wash]. Oh, it's not the first washer that's made me have to wash clothes by hand. I remember the time when mom was washing her comforter that Aunt Mildred made for her and the washer quit on the rinse. It never did pump the dirty water out. Dad had to fix the stupid thing when he got home. She's like how am I going to wash this, now? I just gathered it up in a clothes basket and took it to the bathroom. Filled the tub up and washed it out. She always swore that it got cleaner than it ever did in the washer. It's true too. If you really want your clothes to get clean, and your whites to be white, hand wash them. They will be almost as white as the day you bought them. Serious, have you ever opened the lid and seen how nasty the wash water is? Or how nasty the last rinse water is? If you do you'll never wonder "why didn't my clothes get clean" again. So the next few days [or until we can get a new one] I've got to figure out how to fit hand washing in between feeding the baby, and anything else I've got to do that day.

I talked to my brother yesterday. I can't say little because he's actually taller than me and broader in the shoulders; but he's my younger brother by ten years. He has been raving about this coffee he bought, how good it was. While in the store the other day I decided to get some of it. But I didn't think it was nearly as good as what he said. Later I found out that it wasn't the same coffee. Yeah, he'd bought that one too, but it wasn't the one he was raving about. Funny, The only name I could remember was that one. The rememberer is definitely broken, and the fogetterer is working just fine!

My baby girl has been suffering from colic. This has been real fun. She'll wake up screaming for what appears to be no reason, and it takes forever to get her to calm down. She's been getting better though, it doesn't happen nearly as much now as it did when she was younger. Five months the Doc said, and he was about right. Though a lot of mom's online said Six months. She'll be Five months old before we know it. It's already going too fast. I love it when she smiles and laughs. She is the cutest. Yes I know I'm biased, but I really think that all babies are the cutest when they are in a good mood. When she smiles I understand now what a neighbor said to me years ago... If you'd smile more you'd be a really pretty young lady. I wish I had taken her advice. Lol. Never heard that too much when I was a kid, and I have a very hard time believing it now. It's funny how somethings that happen when your young effect the rest of your life. I intend to tell her everyday how pretty she is.

She a rich little girl as well. Or at least she will be by the time she's 18. Hubby gets paid every week, and every week we take out $10.00 for her. Been doing it since shortly after she was born. And she's got nearly $ 300.00. No bad for a nearly 5 month old. I've got it figured out, and by the time she's nearly 3 she'll have $1,650. I'm going to eventually get it into the bank so she'll get some interest on it. It will make it grow faster. I know 8 or 9 thousand dollars isn't much but it's better than nothing, which is what her dad and I've got. Of course only the currant figures reflect any extra she gets from others. Right now any money she's given by people goes into the savings jug, it grows quite rapidly. She's got a piggy bank, and whatever change I've got goes into it. Periodically I've got to clean it out and when I do I give her bills and spend the change at the store. This works quite well. I hope she knows just how much we love her.

Well, it's 5:54 AM, and she's calling for breakfast. so I'll have to write more later.

AHHHHHHHH NO TIME!

Well, I've just started this blog when I've had it for several days. What could be more self explanitory than the title? I've really had little time since starting this blog to write anything.. it's funny how that happens to me. Start something and everything else starts needing attention. This is especially true of a nursing baby. I swear, I don't know if it's her or me; but every time I try to start cooking, cleaning, writing on the computer, anything she starts crying... hungry [every 2 hours!] or dirty, or gassy. My brain is fried. I mean it's like she's got a raidar in her that say's mommy's doing something....... it's time to want something. Really I love her. But I don't think I'm going to nurse the next one [provided of course].

Things have been interesting lately. Had to go pay the innernet bill and go to Walmart, Monday. And we had all kinds of trouble with the van. It quit in the parking lot [naturally before we got parked] it had overheated. Later it did it again, and then a third time. Boy I was getting miffed. Until you've had to sit in the hot sun waiting for someone to come help you out at lunch time, with a hungry baby and in 90-some-odd degree weather. You can't begin to understand how bad my monday was. It was truely a pull your hair out day. We were blessed though a nice man stopped and J-rigged the darned thing so we could get home. It turned out that the raidiator hose had busted. ARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHH! Luckily we were able to come up with the money to get the thing fixed; but hubby had to come home early from work that day.

Just sitting here looking at the sink. I've gotta wash dishes before I can start on dinner. Has anyone else noticed that dirty dishes are like rabbits? It looks like they multiply just as fast as you can wash them. And just think that's mine and hubby's dishes. Jo's only four months old she's not using any YET! Man sometimes I look at that sink and think ahh now I understand why my mother always hated them. I do too. It's like don't blink... Don't look back... there will be more in the sink if you do...... [the theme from the twilight zone should be playing about now.]

We have two of the most spoiled cats in the world. You can feed them, and five seconds later they are crying that the food is stale and old, wanting more. [And they didn't eat what you gave them the first time!] Sometimes I just would love to shoot them both! One is a crochity, grumpy old man. and the other is a youngster who's full of energy. Cuddles is his cat and I don't get along with him [he's the old goat] and the other is Trip. I guess you can say he's mine. He's difinitely a woman's cat anyway. He he's one of those cats that no one will ever "own." They are fight over who gets the most food, who gets the most attention, they fight for the sake of fighting.... Did I say I had only one kid? O.K. make that 4, hubby included. That doesn't include the 3 wenches [dogs] outside. They all have moments when they drive me completely bonkers... [Oh yeah you can't got were you already are... and my little one isn't a teen yet.]

Well, hubby is about to call [yeah he does about the same times every day] so I will write more later.