Being a "homemaker" poses a lot of problems. Believe it or not some people, especially women, feel that all I do during the day is sit on my butt. Got news...... not in this lifetime. I do feel a bit guilty that I don't bring in an income. But, if my DH had to pay me for the jobs I do around here, I'd make more than he does. I take care of the cleaning, laundry, ironing, maintenance, yard work, cooking, accounting, childcare, scheduling and car maintenance. Whew, outa breath. I also homeschool our 1o year old. She will be in the 6th grade this year. She actually skipped a grade. Kindergarten in the state we were living in at the time she was to start school, was in my personal opinion, a joke. I taught her how to read when she was almost 4 and she knew all her colors, how to count, the alphabet, shapes and such before she would have gone. So, we decided to homeschool. I think I forgot to mention that my DH was in the Air Force at the time, and we were living in Mississippi. (Nice state, VERY HUMID(and compared to other Southern States, that is saying alot), nice people. They sure do like to party there. Mardis Gras was a totally new experience.)Anyway, now that Dh is out of the Service( 10 very proud years committed to our country), we have moved back to where we both grew up. Hopefully, not for longer than a couple more years. We believe in education in our house as well. Take for example my DH. He has 3 Associate Degrees(2 are Military), he also has a Bachelors Degree and is now working on his Masters Degree. He will then complete his other Masters Degree and he hopes to follow that up with a Doctorate. I call him a "professional student". It took me a long time to want to go back to school. Soon I will start to work on the basics for my degree as well. I promised my Mother that I would go to college, and I will. I am having a hard time deciding on a major. I have too many intersts to pare down. I love History, Anthropology and Literature. I actually want to be a Librarian, but the closest school to carry that degree is too far away ro commute right now. I love books. I love being able to recommend different authors or genres to people. And being a Librarian just seems to fit. So wish us all luck in our academics. I'll start to teach my 3 year old to recognize letters and numbers, shapes and this year. He already has a good recollection of colors and some numbers. So I am hopeful that teaching a boy is not much more difficult than it was to teach a girl. Anyway, sorry to bore you with our household drivel. Goodnight!

Do you ever start the day with the best intentions? Today was definitely one of these days. I had planned to wash our van, shampoo the carpets for both it and the house, go to the used bookstore, do a couple loads of laundry, carry off the recyclables, etc......, etc. I had hoped that because today was DH day off work this would actually happen. NOPE. Guess what got done! NADA, zip, zero, zilch, nothing. Well, I did actually do laundry, but still....... Every time DH is off, we never get what we have planned done. I am a type A personality. If I have something to do, that needs to be done, I do it. Not so DH. It drives me nuts. Why can he be the Golden Boy at work,( every one goes to him for everything) and at home he can't remember to take out the trash?????Geez! Oh well. I love him anyway. He has redeeming qualities. Yup, some are naughty. He also makes me buy the things I need. I'd rather have books than clothes and he buys me those too. Enough of my rant. (I only put it out here 'cause I know he reads my blog.)
Love you DH!!!!

My Mother has been in my thoughts alot lately. She passed away almost three years ago. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't miss her. She was my best friend, next to my DH. She never got to meet her grandson. He was 5 months old when she passed away. We were living in California at the time and caught a flight to South Carolina when my mother-in-law called and told me( that after she had gone in for scheduled surgery) she wouldn't wake up. I called my DH at work in a panic and he took care of arrangements for us to fly immediatly here. I had talked to my Mom the night before her surgery, I told her I loved her and missed her and would pray for her. I truly thought that the surgery would go fine. I was wrong. I stayed with her while she was in the hospital ICU. I sang to her and read her Bible to her every day. Ibegged her to wake up, to meet her new grandson. I told her I loved her. My DH had to go back to California and my kids and I stayed with my in-laws. Mom had made me promise that if anything happened I would not make her linger. It took a month for me to realize that all my hope that my beautiful, smart, loving Mother would not wake up. I held her hand after they took her off life support. I watched the monitor as her heart slowed. I begged her to forgive me for making her stay so long. I told her I loved her and I watched her slip away. I keep a picture of her on my dresser. I show it to my son all the time. I tell him that his Nana loved him very much, but that she lives in Heaven. My daughter is luckier. She had 7 years of knowing and loving her Nana. My Mom taught her to roller skate and called her Pookie. My son has my Mothers red hair and he wakes up like her too. I still talk to her, only now I tend to look up when I do it. I don't expect an answer. I'm not crazy. I just hope she knows that I still love her. And that some day I will keep my promise and go back to school. She taught me how to love my kids by loving me and what to do and what not to do. I have learned from her mistakes and make lots of my own. Some day I hope my son knows what a wonderful Nana he had for such a short amount of time. My daughter knows and will help me teach him. So the moral of my story is.... if you love someone, tell them. Show them. And do it now, you never know what might happen.

I love my DH. He brought home a piece of cake (for me) from a wonderful Bakery called Strossners. How did he know that would totally make my day? He also remembered to bring home cookies for the kids, so it's all good! I've been blog hopping the past few days and have to say. I. AM. SO. SCREWED. I am just not that entertaining. No one is going to want to read about how boring I am. Onwards. Did I ever tell you that I have 4 cats? No? Well, I am always loathe to tell anyone that we have that many. The oldest I've had for over 15 years. Her name is Smokie, she's a persian and is quiet. Our next oldest is Squeeky.(named because he used to squeek instead of meow) He's about 7. He has a 'baby'(stuffed doll) he carries around at night, while meowing as if he's DYING( wheels spinning, hamsters gone. Nuff said.) After that is my special sweetie, her name is Layla. She is a blue eyed tabby striped siamese. I have had her since she was just a few days old. My Mom found her in a a parking lot in Tennessee and brought her straight to me.( We were living in Mississippi at the time.) She did not look like a kitten at the time. More like a baby bat. She has grown to be the most special cat I have ever had. If I hold my arms down to her, she will jump into my arms. She is also the most jealous cat we have. Last, but not least is Patches. She is a calico. Calicos are supposed to be sweet, loving, freindly cats. Which she is, for about 5 seconds. Now, you know how I put that I have a soft heart on my blog? Here's the deal. I feed every stray cat within our neighborhood. Can't help it. I start to think about how they have no homes, no one to love them. I know that we can't keep them and I fear rounding them up and taking them to the pound, so I feed them. Here's where you say stupid. I just can't Not feed them. And fresh water. And a table for them to lay under on my porch. Yeah, yeah. I know. Sucker. Yup that's me. Sorry for the long Post. And so boring too. OOPS! Catch ya' later.

I've thought about what to post and I have to tell you, I'm boring. I have 2 children that I stay home with and my daily conversations usually start with "She hit me", with the obligitaory crying. And of course the child that did hit denies it. C'mon, just once I'd like to sleep in and not have to be the one to get everyone else going. Oh well. Not going to happen. I at least have set standards in my house as far as cartoons go. Nothing violent and NO SpongeBob SquarePants. I can't stand that show. I do let my oldest read Harry Potter. As a matter of fact we spent Friday night at Barnes and Noble waiting for them to release the book. 7 hours. 7 looooooong hours. 7 hours I will never get back. I am now loathe to go back to Barnes and Noble even though anyone in my family could tell you they usually have to drag me out. I guess it was worth it to see the sparkle in my daughters eyes. We are very Pro book in our house. If I can find a subject that interest my children or husband I will search everywhere to find a book to suit them. So I spend a lot of time in the library, online checking different locations of books. Or I go to bookstores, new or used doesn't matter. Okay, left field question here. Does anyone who watches Jay Leno wonder where he finds the idiots he asks those questions of? If that is the state of our educational system then God help us. I usually end up yelling "Moron!", to the TV. My husband and I will turn and look at each other and just shake our heads. Don't get me wrong, I'm not much older that these people and I wonder, do they even realize how idiotic they sound? Well, time to step off my soap box of literacy and lunacy. I need sleep. I'll try to be funnier tommorrow.

This being my first ever blog, I have no idea where to start. My DH Set this up for me. I had asked him( myself a techno goober) if he would set it up for me so that I could post comments on a few blogs. I had no idea that it would mean I had my own blog. I feel as if I have now aquired a new toy and a new obligation. I actually feel reponsible for those who read this blog, to actually enjoy it. Aaaaghhhhhh! I want you to have fun, to laugh, to want to revisit. Talk about pressure. So, I'm going to try to just ......go with it. I think that I've sweated enought tonight so, I'm cutting this short. I'll grow into this being a fairly intelligent woman, hang with me and I hope to entertain you.