tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39889385491287305422012-02-10T10:28:47.150-05:00At Home With TerrorMomPutting the "Fun" in Dysfunctional.Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.comBlogger1541100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-14186728547008056662012-02-10T10:28:00.000-05:002012-02-10T10:28:47.160-05:00A Public Service AnnouncementBefore I begin, let me first state that I am by all means not against legal firearm ownership. LEGAL. It is a protected Constitutional right and I am the daughter and wife of hunters. BUT convicted felons have firearms in their homes, in their possessions and nothing is being done about it. Dearest family, I know what I have to say holds very little merit for you, but use the brain the good Lord Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-10168773164508246412012-02-10T00:30:00.000-05:002012-02-10T00:30:03.620-05:00A reason to be happy
24 years ago I was in a relationship with someone other than my husband. It wasn't a good thing. He was older, I was extremely naive, coming from a home where I just wanted out. By older, I was 18 and he I believe was 23. He wouldn't hold a job, I was working at Burger King trying to support us both praying he would go back into the military. I don't remember a whole lot about that time in my Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-16094558592729877072012-01-28T16:46:00.000-05:002012-01-28T16:46:11.899-05:00Once again my crew lets me downThis is going to lead to an argument tonight, but there's no other way. I am sick to death of hearing a certain someone cry and moan about what the boys will and will not do and then have him go to bed when there's work to be done. I'm off to start the kitchen, and I will get this done in my time restraints, but if I have to pull three guys with me by the nose hair, they WILL be helping.Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-43430989777320186422012-01-27T14:32:00.000-05:002012-01-27T14:32:12.541-05:00Fighting going to take a nap
I feel like crap. And not in a ooey gooey way. In an icky blah sneezy cough runny nose way. And I want to take a nap, badly, I still might. The tween won't be home for an hour and I'm still off tomorrow. BUT:
I've been thinking of inexpensive, fun ways to decorate the house. Little pieces of art work to make things more homey as we go forward. I have a few ideas that might work (and pictures Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-37018401613921747512012-01-27T11:11:00.000-05:002012-01-27T11:11:04.868-05:00It's going to be a busy weekend
And to add to the pain, I'm sick as you might of seen in my twitter stream (self righteous plug follow me @terrormom) I just did the taxes, in 2 weeks, we're getting new furniture. This years tax return is not going to be wasted. Yes we need phones, I have enough to get them as well as replacing the tv that won't shut off, the furniture we can't sit on and beds. I'm not going all hog out crazy Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-22346855422012848482012-01-24T14:02:00.001-05:002012-01-24T14:08:22.298-05:00Extremely hurtAnd I've said I never would let them do it to me again. Yet here it is.
I've known for decades that my in laws problems with my husband and I stemmed from one thing: Me. I've known for years that they don't like me. I am strong enough in my marriage to not need their approval, I thought I was strong enough to hear the real truth without it hurting. I was wrong.
Last month when my niece told us Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-72162508850481691032012-01-15T14:04:00.000-05:002012-01-15T14:04:03.485-05:00There's light aheadIt's been a rough month, and we're praying for an easier time in the future. There's still going to be bumps. There will be a ton of changes. And this is a long tunnel. A step at a time, if we stumble, we have to pick ourselves up and move forward. Worrying about everything has me sick. I've had a migraine for 2 days now, but we just have to keep the goal in focus. One more lean pay period. A lotMissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-8596114735494181832012-01-11T22:46:00.000-05:002012-01-11T22:46:00.650-05:00Very very tired
Being a night owl, mornings are not my favorite part of the day. Working mornings are really hard for me. But I do like the evenings (zombiefied) off.
I've spent this evening fighting with the boys to get laundry together so that they can have clean clothes for school. It's been a long drawn out battle, but I might have won. If not, I'll be doing laundry again tomorrow. I think its time to Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-55631607372305111402012-01-10T09:34:00.000-05:002012-01-10T09:34:19.130-05:00Sigh...I love weekends off
But getting ready to go back to work is not easy.
Reading status updates from my coworkers really shows me why people don't like WalMart cashiers. We're not all like that. I personally will never purposely short change you, I will not purposely smash your bread or produce, and while I may dream about it, I will never purposely drop your eggs. Quite honestly, if you are rude, you're not worth myMissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-69956518411277978502012-01-09T10:53:00.001-05:002012-01-09T11:08:48.893-05:00Missed a few daysI could try to make excuses, but I have none really.
Note: This is not a post begging, it is just saying what is needed, I expect no reply's telling me you have this and that. I fully expect to find these on my own. I have a plan, I will provide :) And it won't be the last as I try to brain storm ideas to get where we want to be.
So, I'm trying to find cute inexpensive ways to make my house a Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-76448412266774646922012-01-04T20:16:00.000-05:002012-01-04T20:16:53.590-05:00Early nightI'm headed to bed. I'm feeling exhausted, disappointed and more than a little sorry for myself. I'll be better tomorrow, I guess. I've come to some unhappy realizations today and have a lot to sort out. I just know that I deserve to be treated better than this. I just don't know what to do to change things.
Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-3638327530102743442012-01-04T19:13:00.002-05:002012-01-04T19:13:19.037-05:00I've must of done something very very wrongMissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-61079139663938853852012-01-04T13:24:00.000-05:002012-01-04T13:24:13.334-05:00OverwhelmedI just got overwhelmed in the kitchen. I needed a break. The living room is going OK. I'm proud of myself for the living room. But the kitchen is my downfall. Maybe its looking at last years Easter bunny and egg stickies in the window that I never got around to taking down, or its the fact that theres just so much to do. After today, all that small crap will be boxed up and stored away. My Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-82340596669334950662012-01-04T10:45:00.028-05:002012-01-04T10:45:01.209-05:00Day 1Fun stuff for my first day off of the new year :)
Heart Wreath
Heart Box
Heart Frame
Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-44349148219033215632012-01-04T09:20:00.000-05:002012-01-04T09:20:10.382-05:00Motivate me...PLEASEListen to internet radio with FlyLady Tools on Blog Talk Radio
OK the only way I'm going to get through this is to look at it like a normal work day. Instead of dealing with customers, today my job is cleaning. And I'm the boss.
OK the boss part won't work, because I would be the worst kind of manager and try to delegate tasks to non existent workers, so FlyLady is the boss. Today I start work Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-78357045304732708492012-01-03T22:41:00.001-05:002012-01-03T22:42:25.908-05:00A late post todayBut better late than never.
Just a normal day in the neighborhood. Take out the freezing temperatures, the having to run for shoes after work because the tween outgrew his (and the toe ripped out) and you have a normal Tuesday at the homestead. It's almost bedtime, and I am really feeling it. I didn't get to see the boys nearly enough, but I am off tomorrow. Thats a plus.
I wish I had the Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-84935165430421157262012-01-02T22:12:00.000-05:002012-01-02T22:12:35.655-05:00There is this person at work...who seriously needs a lesson in hygiene. She has coughed all over everything, doesn't wash her hands, licks her fingers to open the bags (I darn near gagged just watching this) And now I'm sick. I'm cranky, hurting from head to toe (literally) Running a fever. And I always use hand sanitizer AND wash my hands as often as possible. I have old lady hands because of it right now. And I'm sick. I Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-22650562415314473232012-01-02T08:46:00.001-05:002012-01-02T08:46:42.515-05:00Peaceful morningEveryone is still asleep. I'm headed to work in about 2 hours and I should get about an hour of quiet time before then. Much needed quiet time.
In the past, I have been cut down for what I choose to do. I have the intelligence, if not the drive, to go back to school to be whatever I choose to be, but I like retail. With the company I'm with now, I can go far if I choose to, or I can remain Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-12068489468193262712012-01-01T11:57:00.001-05:002012-01-01T12:00:40.299-05:00FlyLady~ MY Beginning
I'm upset. Really upset. The beginning of December, my crew promised me that they would help get the house done for Christmas. It ended up being a broken promise. I had to threaten to take the gifts to the salvation army to get anything done at all. It worked for a bit, but its back to looking like the debris field of either a massive bomb or a tornado. I completely understand that the week Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-76092429467685253902011-12-31T11:22:00.000-05:002011-12-31T11:22:47.038-05:00So Long 2011 Hello 2012
I'm getting off the computer in a little while here to completely clean the living room and kitchen and start noting what repairs we need to do in 2012. Our land lord is an accountant, an will be busy as hell until April 15th, I've waited a long time for these repairs. This year, they will be done and we will do them. Plus I really hate the kitchen and since seeing we will most likely remain Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-12861850380654843502011-12-29T21:34:00.000-05:002011-12-29T21:34:52.070-05:002011 is closing
It hasn't been a horrible year. Mom defied all odds and is still breathing. The Yellow Jackets won the section title (OK co won, but a win is a win is a win and The Teen lettered) The man is out of a job that he hated and in a new one with a boss he respects and admirers. I started blogging more. Sure when times are extra tough I skip a week or three, but I am blogging more.
We lost Stormy, Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-65460661151397764342011-12-27T00:44:00.000-05:002011-12-27T00:44:28.735-05:00Sad UpdateCharles Clair Libengood Sr., 69, of Apollo, passed away Monday, Dec. 19, 2011, at Alle-Kiski Medical Center, Natrona Heights. He was born Nov. 26, 1942, in Truxall, the son of the late Samuel J. and Olive C. Elwood Libengood. Before his retirement, he was employed as a coal miner at Tunnelton Mining Co. Charles enjoyed hunting, fishing, canning, cooking and loved time spent with family. He is Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-45313927423630294322011-12-18T18:09:00.000-05:002011-12-18T18:09:44.813-05:00SorryI want to apologize for not finishing my Christmas countdown. But I do have a good reason. My father in law was rushed to the hospital Friday unresponsive. He's entered the last stages of life.
We never saw eye to eye, but he wasn't a horrid man. I really am glad that he didn't raise me, but his children love him and in all honesty, so do I. You can't help but to have feelings for someone you'veMissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-53594288793542840502011-12-14T13:48:00.002-05:002011-12-15T09:43:06.266-05:00Dec 14
Need a last minute teachers gift? Procrastinators unite!Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-88559827178273650612011-12-13T13:43:00.000-05:002011-12-13T13:43:00.255-05:00Dec 13
These are a cute last minute gift idea!Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-29570890510984365342011-12-12T16:31:00.000-05:002011-12-12T16:31:17.147-05:00Can't handle itI give up. I can't do this anymore. How many times can you kick someone when their down before they can no longer get up? Nothing I do is appreciated, no one seems to care. I'm gonna give myself heart failure from stress before I'm 45 going this way. I can't go on pretending everything is hunky dorey when everything is falling apart at the seams and no one cares enough to help pick up the pieces.Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-33025292249417075662011-12-12T13:39:00.001-05:002011-12-12T13:39:00.148-05:00Dec 12Too darned cute! The only downside? They have a tendency to disappear.Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-13099983460062694422011-12-11T13:35:00.000-05:002011-12-12T01:38:38.615-05:00Dec 11The look of old fashioned ribbon candy the ease and durability of ribbon :) Beautiful.Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-69764903340154641602011-12-10T13:30:00.001-05:002011-12-12T01:33:21.229-05:00Dec 10
These are so pretty. I really hope I have time to do them.Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-71369164190861077952011-12-09T12:46:00.001-05:002011-12-09T12:46:00.184-05:00Dec 9
This is a cute one for the kiddos :) Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-66154536463299098802011-12-08T12:34:00.000-05:002011-12-08T12:34:00.481-05:00Dec 8These are absolutely adorable! I can't wait to get started on mine.
Merry MiceMissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-41902665312739466982011-12-07T12:30:00.002-05:002011-12-07T12:30:02.517-05:00Dec 7
More Origami :) A pretty little tree
Some trimmings. Wouldn't these make a nice garland??
And a topper!
Happy Folding! I'd love to see your results!Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-86345609802636150162011-12-07T11:25:00.000-05:002011-12-07T11:25:53.479-05:00A week of moodiness
My son (the Teen) was prescribed steroids on Monday night. He had his first dose then, 4 more to go. This child and steroids are the entire reason I was able to coin TerrorMom.
It's been a hell of a hell of a week. Tuesday my mom was put back into the hospital, Friday my Father in Law had a major heart attack, Saturday my sister in law had emergency surgery. My in laws have the gift of Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-89132470608684726482011-12-06T12:33:00.002-05:002011-12-06T12:33:00.465-05:00Dec 6
The ones above are the ones I've done so far :) I pulled the angel's springy things too far, but it's still sooo pretty! Off course they are my own little twist.
Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-91969862301686344872011-12-05T21:17:00.000-05:002011-12-05T21:17:00.507-05:00Dec 5
If you're like me and have forgotten some of the basics taught in school, then todays treat is just for us you!
Making paper snowflakesMissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-71303743329797074002011-12-04T11:29:00.001-05:002011-12-04T11:29:00.144-05:00Dec 4
Another one close to my heart :)
We had one of these poems attached to a Steelers stocking which we hung with out wreath on the door. It was printed on card stock and the key was decorated with ribbon.
Here's a few more poems :) Click on the picture to get the full size.
Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-37539522454640276912011-12-04T02:16:00.000-05:002011-12-04T02:16:49.954-05:00Crafting :)First attempt
Second attempt. The Teen calls it The Hot tub.
A preview of one coming :)
I would have had the sleds done tonight, but someone chewed up my glue sticks :(
And this is too cute not to share :)
Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-641677064640615312011-12-03T11:50:00.001-05:002011-12-03T15:13:40.054-05:00Dec 3These are sooooo cute! And sound so simple to make (will update when they are done, I need to either hit my Mom's attic for her glitter stores or buy some glitter lol)
Tulip® Fashion Glitter™ (I'm going to try regular craft glitter)23532 Multi Ultra Fine
Aleene's® Original Tacky Glue® (I can't see any reason that good old Elmers wouldn't work, besides, I have some from Ed's last school projectMissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-40191784177045209842011-12-02T12:50:00.000-05:002011-12-02T12:50:31.382-05:00My oldest son
I am at my wits end with this boy. And I don't know where to turn. Any suggestions short of beating him will be appreciated.
We don't have much and what I can call my own is much less than that. We focus on the boys. For some reason, my son can't leave his hands off of stuff that he has no business touching.
I have no software for my webcam because he lost the disk
Thank goodness HP has a Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-26283643402505858472011-12-02T09:56:00.001-05:002011-12-02T10:01:20.830-05:00Dec 2
Today's treat add two elements that I adore! I love Origami. And it's a tradition for us to stash small treats on the tree in mini stocking, but these boxes are soooo adorable, I just have to try it out this year. My idea is to add some ribbon and an ornament hanger and add them to the tree. It wouldn't be hard to make them out of plain paper and decorate using stamps or small trinkets either!
Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-80383444529651497542011-12-01T12:44:00.000-05:002011-12-01T12:44:08.110-05:00Happy Birthday to Me
42 is here to stay, and 43 is already quickly approaching.
I got a pair of fluffy cuddly Cookie Monster PJ bottoms, and an ice cream cake. It's a good year, maybe next year he'll even think a head. I've also had kids home all week so far. Monday for the holiday, The Teen on Tuesday, both yesterday, and The Tween today. He's sleeping in a chair behind me cause I won't give up the computer.
Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-67307646427567955882011-12-01T09:29:00.000-05:002011-12-03T17:34:12.171-05:00Dec 1
For my countdown to Christmas, I'm going to add a fun Christmasy craft every day. I will post credits for each site I get the ideas from and I will post pictures of how I used each craft. It should be fun!
This one comes from Thrifty Fun.com
Candy Canes (2 for each sleigh)
Any flat candy bar, Hershey's chocolate bar works best (1 for each sleigh)
Various miniature candy, individually wrapped Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-43343955658803572392011-11-30T00:31:00.000-05:002011-12-01T12:33:32.225-05:00Thanksgiving Day 30
Another year of life with my loved ones and friends. Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-27538486590504163792011-11-29T12:30:00.000-05:002011-12-01T12:30:30.878-05:00Thanksgiving Day 29Ibuprofen. It's a blessing. Ambulances (not for me) Someone finally listening.Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-11063401705795285042011-11-28T12:26:00.000-05:002011-12-01T12:28:22.222-05:00Thanksgiving Day 28
Teachers, school, anyone who can keep these two inline. Benedryl is nice too. Migraines are not :(Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-2145447722552642082011-11-27T10:04:00.000-05:002011-11-27T10:04:28.365-05:00Thanksgiving Day 27
Self expression. It allows me to be me. Even when I don't use it very well.Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-3276933687898587612011-11-26T16:26:00.000-05:002011-11-26T16:26:22.703-05:00More text messages to my son
So, this is how I can share these ingenious texts since the boy is too lazy to send them into whenparentstext.com (or how he calls it when crazy parents text). Thursday, I dared to call my husband to ask him if the kitchen was on fire. I did this for two reasons: 1) He was cooking Thanksgiving dinner and 2) he was late picking me up from work. He was not amused, but he still hasn't mentioned it.Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-55319387331795954012011-11-26T16:00:00.000-05:002011-11-26T16:00:42.411-05:00Thanksgiving Day 26
I am sooooooo thankful that Black Friday is over!!!!!! Bring on the holiday season! As long as I can sleep.Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-59196601844113811842011-11-25T15:57:00.000-05:002011-11-26T15:57:32.538-05:00Thanksgiving Day 25
I am thankful that 5 hour Energy makes an extra strength version....Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-36854530688441035532011-11-24T15:53:00.001-05:002011-11-26T15:55:43.781-05:00Thanksgiving Day 24
I am extremely thankful for my husband and children. For understanding, for wise cracks, for their cooking skills...Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-45405849139833780982011-11-23T01:47:00.000-05:002011-11-23T01:47:30.385-05:00Thanksgiving Day 23
Karma. It has a way of kicking the people who have done ya wrong in the teeth, and helping out the ones who are truly good. I don't know for sure how it really works or even if I believe it, but it sure did give me a laugh yesterday :)Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-34192428785568391622011-11-22T09:43:00.000-05:002011-11-23T01:44:30.285-05:00Thanksgiving Day 22
Coffee. Sometimes its the only thing keeping me going.Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-42623348298918250042011-11-21T09:40:00.001-05:002011-11-23T01:42:38.699-05:00Thanksgiving Day 21
Days off. Much needed breaks from the usual grunt and grind. Oh and Benedryl, except when it makes me feel all oogly and ugh.Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-74796741655157690912011-11-20T09:38:00.001-05:002011-11-23T01:40:04.532-05:00Thanksgiving Day 20
Sleep. It's not something you really are grateful for until you aren't getting it.Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-64446719441030902432011-11-19T15:34:00.000-05:002011-11-19T15:34:50.295-05:00I'm pissed
I don't ask my guys for much. The boys are supposed to do less chores than many of their friends. I try to be lenient, especially during football, because their first job is to their education. The man works hard, long hours. But dammit, I'm sick of everything falling on me. The boys have not been doing their chores. The man will only do a load of laundry if he has no more clean uniforms, and IMissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-22300356208902650352011-11-19T09:36:00.000-05:002011-11-23T01:38:05.178-05:00Thanksgiving Day 19
A sense of humor. It can get you through some of the worst situations, and help you to make some of the best :)Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-68982140164221294082011-11-18T23:17:00.001-05:002011-11-19T15:26:02.682-05:00Thanksgiving Day 18
I am thankful for time. When things went south following my brother in laws arrest for child molestation, I was forced to give the children in my life time to grow up. Through my own actions and the actions of the other adults in their lives, I've missed a lot of their childhoods. My own actions because I forced the separation to protect my own children the best I could. Now those children are Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-83530131316478202352011-11-18T11:12:00.000-05:002011-11-18T11:12:38.983-05:00I'm so evil
So my sister is at work yesterday. She's nurse in a nursing home, so of course she was busy. I was bored. She has stalkers on FaceBook. These stalkers tell her ex's what shes up to, so I decided to give them something to talk about. I posted something on her wall referencing where she wanted her shower. No, shes not expecting, no, shes not getting remarried, but they didn't know that. I only Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-45510526808924865972011-11-17T10:51:00.000-05:002011-11-17T10:51:17.824-05:00Extreme Couponing
While right now it might seem like a fantastic idea, its certain to fail. While tips are being shared with you online and on TV shows, manufacturers are also watching these shows, they are also reading the articles, and as more and more people take advantage of it, prices are going up. Clipping coupons has always been a good way to save a bit towards what you already would be buying, or take Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-85980294307891244092011-11-17T09:31:00.000-05:002011-11-17T09:31:01.009-05:00Thanksgiving Day 17
Getting back in touch with old friends and family members whom you haven't spoken to in a long time. I might not have a very close family, but I do have some wonderful cousin who I've missed :) And getting to know old friends again is the best feeling!Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-86990592980345076312011-11-16T09:04:00.000-05:002011-11-16T09:04:24.532-05:00Fudge
Ingredients3 cups milk chocolate chips
1 (14 ounce) can sweetened condensed milk
1/4 cup butter
1 cup chopped walnuts (optional)
DirectionsPlace chocolate chips, sweetened condensed milk, and butter or margarine in large microwaveable bowl. Zap in microwave on medium until chips are melted, about 3-5 minute, stirring once or twice during cooking. Stir in nuts, if desired.
Pour into Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-22520778678228512652011-11-16T08:59:00.000-05:002011-11-16T08:59:05.426-05:00Rich Chocolate truffle pie
Ingredients12 ounces semisweet chocolate chips
1 1/2 cups heavy whipping cream
1/4 cup sifted confectioners' sugar
1 tablespoon vanilla extract
1 (9 inch) prepared chocolate cookie crumb crust
DirectionsIn microwave dish combine chocolate chips and 1/2 of the cream. Cook on high for 1 to 2 minutes, stirring every 30 seconds until smooth. Cool to room temperature. Stir in sugar & vanilla. Set Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-49787990142201287222011-11-16T08:53:00.000-05:002011-11-16T08:53:39.403-05:00Thanksgiving Day 16
Online recipe sites. I don't need no stinking cookbook lol.Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-28708164114087295342011-11-16T08:51:00.000-05:002011-11-16T08:51:40.079-05:00Both boys home sickThis is The Teens second day and the Tweens first. Both with coughs and vomiting. I slipped the Tween some Theraflu nighttime. I'm a good mother like that. I'll pick up some other cough medicine at work today.
The turkey is in the freezer, I finally replaced the mixer The Man thought we didn't need last year, so we can have mashed potatoes. Now off to find recipes simple enough for my guys to Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-4378066755049505492011-11-15T21:39:00.005-05:002011-11-15T21:39:00.209-05:00Thanksgiving Day 15
Health. We take it for granted until something happens (I'm more guilty than most) Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-14327708715167292962011-11-14T21:39:00.006-05:002011-11-14T21:39:01.039-05:00Thanksgiving Day 14
Dreams. They give us something to reach for. Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-45187479977382253562011-11-13T21:38:00.000-05:002011-11-13T21:38:46.529-05:00I'm tiredAnd lost. I'm not sure which way is up half the time. These next couple weeks aren't going to be any easier. Crazy doesn't begin to cover it. It doesn't look like I'm getting the day I requested for the football banquet either, which means I have to ask someone to work for me. Ugh! Gotta love it.Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-89664417279025165882011-11-13T20:44:00.000-05:002011-11-13T21:15:41.938-05:00Thanksgiving Day 13
This blog. It doesn't matter if I publish the post or not, I can go back and see where I was whenever I choose (if I remember to post) Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-48686072907182271172011-11-12T17:42:00.008-05:002011-11-13T21:12:12.407-05:00Thanksgiving Day 12
Technology. Twitter is the new bite your tongue in public tool. FaceBook is a way to reach out to the world, and Blogs are a way to retrieve your sanity. Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-54970602844436808902011-11-11T17:41:00.003-05:002011-11-13T21:06:49.862-05:00Thanksgiving Day 11
Teachers. It's inservice day LOL. And Honestly, our men and women in the military. Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-5987078280372048292011-11-10T17:35:00.004-05:002011-11-13T21:05:37.770-05:00Thanksgiving Day 10
Days off. Usually a much needed break. Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-59869787116974907132011-11-09T17:34:00.003-05:002011-11-13T21:04:39.988-05:00Thanksgiving Day 9
Pay Day. Self explanatory. Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-82216072483368497602011-11-08T17:32:00.004-05:002011-11-13T21:03:13.990-05:00Thanksgiving Day 8
The end of the shift. Some days that's the best thing to look forward to. Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-56047242072233504112011-11-07T17:38:00.006-05:002011-11-13T20:47:44.538-05:00Goodbye Sweet Boy
Very early this morning, our sweet little Pebbles crossed over to the bridge to join Rambo, Maxx, Storm and Buddy. Goodbye Love, we'll miss you. Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-75746204824638123872011-11-07T17:32:00.005-05:002011-11-13T20:51:01.812-05:00Thanksgiving Day 7
Every day bringing new beginnings. We don't have to be trapped in the past as long as we can look towards the future. We can always change the path we're on. Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-84543643611225475962011-11-06T17:31:00.007-05:002011-11-13T20:32:16.974-05:00Thanksgiving Day 6
Knowing what is truly important in life. The little things that mean more than any treasure. Laughing with my sons, a hug from my husband, talking to a friend. Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-43028909255390221972011-11-05T17:29:00.000-04:002011-11-13T17:29:33.427-05:00Thanksgiving Day 5
Karma and teaching my boys right from wrong and gentlemanly behavior. They are only human, but I know for the most part, my boys will always do me proud in tough situations. Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-25700195101994731372011-11-04T17:18:00.004-04:002011-11-13T17:26:05.513-05:00Thanksgiving Day 4
Being a parent. Raising young gentleman and sharing in the shaping of their lives. Creating memories and watching them begin to spread their wings just waiting for the right moment to soar.Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-22700863318186864662011-11-03T17:13:00.001-04:002011-11-13T17:26:21.592-05:00Thanksgiving Day 3
Having a job I enjoy. So many are trudging through an existence, and knowing I can go into work and enjoy myself everyday is a huge gift. It's not always easy, but I laugh every day and laughter is the best medicine.Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-18218663219318356952011-11-02T17:10:00.001-04:002011-11-13T17:26:44.041-05:00Thanksgiving Day 2
My friends. We've been blessed with wonderful friends and neighbors. For each and all, I am thankful.Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-29474313637948455682011-11-01T16:58:00.003-04:002011-11-13T17:40:32.025-05:00Thanksgiving Day 1My boys. All 9 of them.
The Man: We've been together 22 years. It hasn't always been fun, it's never been easy, but it's been together. There's days I don't like him very much, but I always love him.
The Teen: From the moment I knew he was coming, to that first kick that knocked my arm off my stomach, to his first cries, til now. He's my everything. No matter where he goes in life, he'll be my Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-83964502975599808032011-10-05T23:39:00.000-04:002011-10-05T23:39:33.126-04:00Oh Boy
So I have a ticked off husband tonight. All because someone reminded him that I complained about him not taking out the trash on FaceBook. The horror that anyone (including him) saw that post. He'll either get over it or adjust.
Two days down and two to go til the weekend, that my oldest son delighted in telling me will be a long weekend. We need to figure this out lol. I will, I usually do.
Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-1447502837184348722011-10-05T09:32:00.001-04:002011-10-05T23:29:28.182-04:00I missed yesterday
I'll be back tonight though.Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-34515345133248017702011-10-02T18:33:00.000-04:002011-10-02T18:33:16.989-04:00It's the first Sunday in OctoberAnd I'm going to attempt a post a day. Lets see how this goes...
Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-68159668632068101822011-09-07T01:40:00.000-04:002011-09-07T01:40:39.251-04:00It's after 1:30 amAnd I just finished Jamey's practice pants. I have an annual Face Book rant on practice uniforms. They had to have been designed by a man who never did laundry for himself.
This is what they should look like. That's not what my son's looked like earlier this evening and the smell would have gagged a maggot. Oh well off to bed to see what time Chocolate escapes his cage tonight...Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-1238994641061957832011-09-05T02:24:00.002-04:002011-09-05T02:26:39.130-04:00What does a weekend of football mean?
Total exhaustion, BUT I got to see my cousins kid play a darned good game on Friday night, and I watched my son play a good game on Saturday morning. I would like to see a 7th and 8th grade game sometime this year because my cousins have grandsons on that team (how weird is it that I have cousins old enough to have grandkids in Jr high???) The season is on, conference games start this week. Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-85556392465347266932011-09-01T00:00:00.002-04:002011-09-01T00:00:59.569-04:00Where to go now?
Where do I go from here? I'm trying to get out from behind this mask and find out who I really am. I've lost so much of my identity in the past 20 some years. First by an abusive boyfriend, then in this totally dysfunctional, (but honestly loving) marriage. Having children just buried it, and in all honesty, with my childhood and young adulthood, have I really ever known who I truly am?
I doMissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-2181807604206893632011-08-31T13:46:00.000-04:002011-08-31T13:46:26.157-04:00Looks like I'm Hoofing it to work
I highly suspect that I'm being lied to, but that's OK. I can deal with it.
Last Thursday, The teen had football practice on the Varsities home field. It's a big deal for him. Since it's right here in town, Jim and I both went over to watch. We made our plans well known to the family. My father also decided that he just had to take the tires off his truck Thursday evening. He called the man Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-24382094872650680522011-08-30T11:29:00.000-04:002011-08-30T11:29:01.109-04:00And so it begins...It's that time of year again. Football. My oldest loves it! He's doing fairly well this year. His official stats are 6 ft 4.5 and 315 pounds. Yes he's a big boy, you've read it here all along.
Today is special. Today is my mothers 62nd birthday. There's been times that we didn't think she would make it here. And considering she just came home from the hospital yesterday, I think we're lucky. Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-61517128743310209122011-08-06T23:07:00.001-04:002011-08-30T10:15:49.582-04:00I have no freaking idea what I am doing
I want to blog, I actually need to, but I also don't want to sound like a whiny little witch. I know not to put things from work out here, this blog is too public even with what few readers I have. I've never attempted to hide it, nor who I am. Which is also why I don't post upcoming events for the family. Lets face it, there's a lot of sickos out there, I'm related to some shady characters, Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-5964553062783819992011-07-01T23:27:00.001-04:002011-07-01T23:27:16.718-04:00I've been trying not to complainAnd in doing so, I've failed to blog. Life is more than candies and sunshine, but it's not all darkness and cold.
Fact: Mom is no better. In fact, she's worse. Not much worse, but enough. It's only a matter of time before I am motherless. Granted at the ripe old age of 41, it's not as bad as some, but it's not easy. Life right now is waiting for that phone call. I don't sleep because I may sleepMissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-20528323010149537952011-06-02T01:35:00.001-04:002011-08-30T10:18:14.735-04:00You would be 20 today
I never looked into your eyes
I never held you in my arms
You never had a name, took a breath, or showed a gummy smile
But you are loved
You are remembered
You are missed
I felt you move 20 years ago for the first and last time
No one can convince me otherwise
You'll forever be in my heart
I've spoken about you to your brothers
Sweet sleep little one, til the day comes when I can finally hold Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-22841896153330209082011-06-01T14:31:00.001-04:002011-08-30T10:18:50.603-04:00Time
I always say that I will start blogging again when I have time. My house will be clean when I have time, I'll get to the doctors when I have time. I found out Saturday that Time ran out for a wonderful woman. She was a friend of mine, would have been a closer one if it wasn't for that damned time thing. She was 40 years old, I'll be 42 in November. I've been crying since Saturday. I take time Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-71659699862961716172011-05-05T00:43:00.002-04:002011-08-30T10:26:30.918-04:00Current Events, On my Soap Box, Fears and More Freaky stuff
Theres a whole conspiracy on if the Osbama Bin Laden death pictures should be released. It's silly really. Yes I understand why some would need to see for themselves that he is indeed gone, but the man was shot in the face, it has to be gory. While that might not bother some people (and some people might be surprised that it bothers me) I had nightmares for weeks after watching the beheading of Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-54098990378296046892011-04-29T00:59:00.001-04:002011-08-30T10:27:04.040-04:00My Mom is leaky, weird messages, and Easter
Her words not mine. And sadly, it's not as funny as it sounds. she's literally so full of fluid that she has sprung leaks in her leg and tummy. I can't believe how unfreaked out I am over this. I watched a slow trickle of fluid come out of my mothers pores and cracked jokes to the guy at 911. It's laugh or break down now, and laughing is a lot easier to deal with.
So, my cell phone has been Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-36679767732101415892011-04-16T00:06:00.001-04:002011-08-30T10:32:22.308-04:00I'm not girly
My son told me this week that I'm not girly. It got me thinking. No I don't wear makeup a lot. In fact, the tween got into my make up and I need to get more.
My pets are rodents. We're not talking the cute little hamster that they modeled Zhu zhu pets from either. They're rats, best known for the plague, but not known for how snuggly and cuddly they are (and they really are! ) You think of Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-88881532330477840232011-04-14T01:49:00.002-04:002011-08-30T10:34:09.029-04:00Another day over
And it was a pretty good day til I got home. Then I just crashed. Thats happening more often these days. Burning the candle at both ends is murder. I need to go to bed soon, but I wanted to at least write a little bit.
Things I've learned today:
Don't count on promises. They have a have a habit of being broken.
My son's back pack will break at the worst possible time.
I'm doing something Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-72530041022767515812011-04-12T10:32:00.001-04:002011-08-30T10:36:49.877-04:00Well, I'm to blame for my Mothers hospitalization
Yep, I singlehandedly forced her to call 911 and I manhandled the hospital to keep her for 5 weeks this time. Which of course means that something is going to happen. I'm not sure what yet, but something will happen in the near future to get even. I am so sick of taking the blame for what she should be doing anyhow. If she would have been proactive with the breathing difficulties and listened Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-80760724822427062932011-03-28T10:09:00.001-04:002011-08-30T10:36:21.620-04:00To Blog or Not to Blog
That is the question. For me the option is that when I have time, I need to blog. When I don't I need Twitter. That little bit of connection to the outside world (outside of my current surroundings be it work or home) helps keep my sanity in check. Right now, I'm having a bad time. It's most likely the combo of the weather, stresses in life, family pressures, but I'm trying to deal. Not very Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988938549128730542.post-66388772359882109242011-03-23T10:01:00.001-04:002011-08-30T10:54:24.043-04:00OK I admit it, I suck at this.
But, I can either post a bunch of random BS or find the time to have a meaningful post thats not all moaning and groaning in a bad way. Time is precious these days. Two growing boys, my mother in a new kind of crazy, my father joining her, a husband who feels neglected, and a job as well as a house that IS neglected. I'm attempting to remedy that today.
They've finally decided to wean my motherMissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434977130680297291noreply@blogger.com0