Dumb moment of the week

Did you ever wake up, and just feel it's Monday? In that quick moment before you open your eyes, it's a somewhat dreadful "I should stay right here today" kind of feeling.

I did today. And really should have stayed in bed, I think.

On the agenda today is a mountain of laundry , and two fish tanks to clean. I started the laundry, and discovered that the washer was only using hot water. I never use hot water. The hot water is turned off to the washer for that exact reason. Why is the washer using hot water then? I turn the cold faucet, and nothing. huh ?

I call the plumber. " is there a reason there is no cold water in my washer?" He says to turn off the house valve, NOW, because the only obvious reason would be a burst pipe. He'll get here as soon as he can.

Ok. so, no laundry, no fish tank cleaning. I found other things to do . When the plumber arrived, he and his helper went to the washer, turned on the valve, checked it all out. It took all of two minutes.

The problem : the washer setting was for hot/cold cycles. For a plumber's general rate of $50. just to show up at your house and look at the problem, I am very happy I'm married to the plumber. certainly not my brightest monday morning !

**UPDATE** it has been officially confirmed I should have stayed in bed .

since this post, I was able to clean one fish tank and many loads of laundry.

I tried to play with the dog, to distract her from husband , who was cutting trees. I kicked her buoy ( yes, because its the only thing she hasn't chewed through as of yet) , and it hit the wrong part of my foot. OW ! Insta-bruise anyone ? me.

Also, the dog found a 'treat' in the brush. It was a possum. Husband brought the dog to the porch, where I was stacking wood he'd cut, and put her on the tieout. "you don't wanna touch her, she was rolling in stuff" ooookaay. son rolls by and informs me that she'd rolled in the dead possum. she smelled horrible !!!

so off I go to wrested giranha dog to the tub. said dog weighs more than I do, and has sharper teeth. somehow we managed it. now to clean the bathroom. seemed the day just wouldn't take a breath. definetly should have stayed in bed !

Chicken Party

I am not generally a big 'chicken' fan. As I grew up this turned out to be the only meat my sister would eat, and we ate alot of it. I give my mother many, many kudos for being creative with what had to be millions of chickens over the years. (and still currently)

It came in somewhat handy this weekend. Friends of ours had a package of frozen chicken breasts. The package was too big for the four of them (2 children) to eat at one time, and they didn't want it to go bad.We decided on a barbeque, the 8 of us to devour the chicken. We planned to meet here at the Nuthouse around 2ish. Of course, it didnt go quite as planned.

To start, Husband was starving by 11am. He started 2 whole roaster chickens. These were finished about the time our friends got here.

Our children returned from thier Aunts, and had had lunch at church.They declared they were already stuffed.

We were all picking at the roasted chickens, and trying to decide what to do with the package that was the actual cause of the day. Husband put some on the grill, and I made a chicken/macaroni salad.

We discussed 101 chicken recipes. I was gracious, and did not cluck or threaten to lay eggs at any moment. I really fought the urges though.

As our friends were collecting thier young to leave, my daughter says, " wow. that was some great chicken! Mama's going to have feather nightmares tonight !"

Hmm. We certainly ate enough chicken to make it happen. nightmares of sprouting feathers, or laying eggs, perhaps being an egg... I was happy to report this morning that I did not awaken to find feathers growing from my elbows, or any lost eggs in the bed.

Road Rants

It never fails to astound me how people really believe they can multitask while in control of a vehicle moving at 40 mph.

I was sandwiched between two such drivers this morning. It was , to say the least, a very scary experience.

The man in front of me was driving 10 miles under the speed limit, and, on the phone. He also appeared to be sightseeing. In this, I mean looking everywhere BUT in front of him.

I admit it. This irritated me. At 7 am , trying to get the kids to school, this guy was not the one I wanted to be driving behind. I may have muttered some not-so-nice statements.

I glance in my rear view mirror, and see Evil Knievel coming up fast behind me in a bright yellow sports car. I tap the brake, to let her know, 'hey, we aren't going as fast as YOU are ! '
She drives up so close I was sure she would hit me.
Then suddenly drops back, and speeds up again.
I think , looking to pass?

Mind you ,I am seeing this in bits, as I can't forget the slow, chatty, sightseer in front of me.

She gets close again, and I notice she has her head tilted up , and she's kind of leaning toward the center of her car.

She is using eye drops. . . I kid you not, she was that close, that I could tell exactly what she was doing, and it terrified me.

when she would glance at the road, she'd see she was too close, hit the brakes, back off, then gas up again, not paying attention until she got too close again.

I can't do eye drops standing still, and she's doing it while she's driving ??

Now in front of me ,captain tourist-with-the-local-plates is braking. WHY, I have no idea, but he has decided to go even slower.

I have to slow down, and glance in the mirror again.
Dear Lord, she hasn't noticed we've slowed, because now she's doing her makeup.

I make sure the kids are sitting right in their seats as she miraculously looks up and slows down.

At this point ,I am praying we make the next half mile to the turn.

When I do get to the turn, I have a bad feeling this girl behind me won't even notice, so I know I'll have to be quick ,and smooth about it.

I made said turn, and sure enough, she didn't even slow down at all. My 9 year old daughter in the backseat commented " Oh my God Mom!! she would've hit us ! did you SEE her? she didn't even slow down!"

yea. I saw her.

Scary ,scary ,stuff. This peeve ranks up there with Wal-Mart. Driving is a responsibility, not a luxury, and certainly not a mobile vanity, a phone booth, or a cafe.
Not only did I feel I and my children were in danger between these two drivers, but the cars behind the girl . There were at least 6 cars lined up behind her, due, of course, to Mr. no-where-to-be in front of me going too slow.

WAKE UP PEOPLE ! If you get in the car its to DRIVE, and you are NOT in a safe little bubble of your own little world. You are responsible for LIVES, of yourself, your passengers, and every other car on the road with you.


AND PUT YOUR KIDS IN THE CAR SEATS THEY BELONG IN !!!
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