Sweet Saturday

It's Saturday morning, and my world is pretty quiet.  The boys are still asleep; no getting up early today.  So why am I up so early?  Well, for one, my sweetie gets up early regardless of what day of the week it is.  He gets up to watch the morning news; wants to see what craziness occurred while we were tucked away in our safe haven.  There's always plenty of craziness because we live in the "Murder Capital of the Country," I think that's what they call our state of Missouri, also known as the Show Me state, but also knows as the State of Misery.  Even with all the negative name calling, my world within the state of Missouri is quite peaceful, sans my child's school day experiences.

Since it's early, I'm gonna log into school and try to do my best on my individual work that's due by 11:59 p.m.  I really surprised myself last week when I turned in a really rushed, really last minute rough draft of an essay on welfare in the U.S.  On this past Tuesday, I opened up my grade book and was pleasantly surprised to find a "B" waiting for my apprehensive eyes.  Yes!!!  I did it.  Now don't get me wrong, I usually, before starting to blog, of course, spend as much time as needed on my homework to get the best grade possible, but now, I do as little as I need to because quite frankly, school is interfering with my blogging life. 

After I attend school for a few hours, I'm gonna go out and get my spring cleaning supplies.  Today is pretty gloomy, so it's a perfect day to freshen up around the house.  There's not too much to do because I've been doing a pretty good job of tidying up during the week, between blogging and running to my child's rescue.  I'll get the house smelling all Pine-Solly and bleachy and that will make me know that I've done something.  Saturdays are my time to do my major housekeeping chores.  During the week, I keep my floors swept up and dishes washed, but it's not until the weekend that I get down and dirty with my mop.  I hate cleaning the bathroom, but after I'm done, it's the room I feel most proudly of.  There's nothing like walking into your bathroom and smelling bleach and Pine-Sol as opposed to the scent of the missed target; the toilet bowl.  For the life of me, I can't understand how hard it is to aim; they are holding IT, aren't they?

Anyway, I've been working on this post ever since I woke up and that was around 8 something, now it's 10:45 a.m.  I've also been turning around watching the T.V. which is tuned into the National Geographic channel and they're showing our home-town's Criminal Justice Center, on Lock Down.  I swear I've seen some of these dudes before, but perhaps it's just because they sound familiar.  Well, I've been distracted enough by the T.V. and I really need to get to school.  Until next time..."Live your life by loving yourself."

Paying Homage to the Blogging World

Good morning, my dear readers.  Sorry I'm just now getting a post up.  I've been up ever since around 8:00 a.m., and I've been being a good follower and reading some of your blogs.  I've eaten breakfast, which consisted of three tacos and my morning "coffee," a can of Busch beer.  Hey, I'm sure I'm not the only one who drinks beer for morning coffee, so don't start nothing with me.  It will probably be one of two cans of beer I have today.  Who knows what the day will bring and I just might need one or two more.  Don't get me wrong, I am in no way an alcoholic, which I very well could be, seeing that I spent my developmental months inside my mother's womb floating around, perhaps in some gin and juice.  I'm just a woman who likes to have herself a beer in the morning from time to time, especially if there's one left over from the night before.

Anyway, I've been sitting here reading some of your blogs and leaving comments.  I am officially a blogging junkie, for sure.  It's okay though, because I love it.  Not only do I get to see what's going on in other blogger mom's lives, I get to encourage them along the way.  I truly am grateful for this outlet as I've been a participant on network sites before, but this is somehow different.  We, women, are opening our worlds up to complete strangers who might judge us negatively, but for the most part, it's been all positive.  No one said mothers are perfect, but for those of us who are comfortable with our lives and don't mind sharing in order to get through another day, the world of blogging has been a godsend.  Most people who are still working out "there" say that they can't imagine sitting at home all day, doing nothing.  Who's doing nothing?  The blogging world is a world full of possibilities and there's plenty to do in it.  Now that I'm a part of it, I can't imagine spending my time any other way.  Well, I just wanted to let you know that I am really feeling this blogging thing, once again, and will make sure I keep you interested in coming back.  Until next time..."Live your life by loving yourself."

Feeling Much Better

After my last post, you all must think I'm a mean mommy, huh?  Not mean, just fed up.  If any of you have children who are old enough to grate your nerves and who know better, I'm sure you sympathize with me.  I thought I'd write a follow-up post to let you know that I am cool, now.  I'm actually felling horrible about what happened this morning.  I love my children to death, but sometimes as we all know, who have teens or older, they can make us turn into monsters.  My eleven year old is my buddy.  He's the one who jumps up before I even have to ask him, to help me.  He's the one who wants to go with me to the grocery store to make sure no one is looking at me too hard.  He's the one who talks to me just because he likes hearing his own voice.  He's the one who is most like my sensitive side.  He's the one, who, when I'm between boyfriends, has shared my bed with me, just because I needed someone on the other side of the bed.  Don't get any ideas, he was still young enough to snuggle with mommy.  Anyway, I'm telling you this because he is my buddy, but he truly gets on  my nerves sometimes.  Sometimes he PURPOSELY annoys me.  He's still a baby to me and it hurts me to have to get jiggy with my baby, but he was asking for it.  I just wanted to get that off my chest, but this post isn't about my buddy as much as it's about my fiance'. 

Knowing that my nerves were all bunched up, he offered to go grocery shopping for today's dinner, my home-made tacos.  You better believe we'll be eating 100% ground beef, for sure.  He made it home with more than just dinner.  We hadn't ate breakfast yet and since he was helping his cousin move at noon, he wanted to make sure that I ate something before he left.  The picture you see is our breakfast.  It's no wonder I've gained over thirty something pounds since meeting him.  He does most of the cooking around here.  Actually I cooked yesterday, but usually only cook when I'm cooking one of my specialties, like my home-made chili, spaghetti and mixed greens. 

Well, I haven't been to school this week except to see what my grades were for last week; not too pleased, thanks to my blogging life.  Yes, I'm going to keep blaming my blogging life, because it is the reason why I haven't wanted to go to school.  I swear, I wish I had started blogging on a regular, last year, before committing to accept a student loan, which I'll have to pay back someday.  No sense in crying over spilled milk.  I know that it will be beneficial in the long run.  After all, it was a big decision to go to school and it is an accomplishment just to be going in that direction.  I'll be fine, just have to come up with a schedule and stick to it.  Now that my nerves are calm, my belly is full and I have my ice to crunch on, I think I better head on over to Everest University online.  Until next time..."Live your life by loving yourself."