I would say silence, but we have kids... it's NEVER silent. But now most of the company has gone, except for Emo Boy's friend who came up for his birthday. The MIL, the FIL, the GGM, the BIL... all gone. I enjoyed them, I'm glad everyone's gone. Ok, I kinda wish the BIL could have stayed longer because I get along great with him, but it's still ( Read more... )

3 pots of coffee
1 quart of half-and-half
2 dozen eggs
18 pounds of turkey
5 pounds of potatoes
2 couches, a foldaway bed, and a closet (don't ask)
3? six-packs of beer
1 bucket of margaritas
.5 bottles of sangria
3 pumpkin pies (with milk, thanks to Drama Queen)
4 loads through the dishwasher
10 people fed until turkey-coma achieved

HAPPY ( Read more... )

Yes, that would be me right about now. Ok, actually, that would be me this past week. I have been slammed at work, not getting home until at least 7, sometimes 11, for three of the five days. The two days I came home early-ish were not exactly times I could spend with hubby, as he had to work those nights. There are issues going on with work that I ( Read more... )

The reason kids are so cute when they're young is to prevent parents from eating them ( Read more... )

My Dad has not stopped sending me religious and political emails, despite my request that he desists. They've been getting worse. So, he has his very own email filter now, that goes something like this ( Read more... )

the other day when I got home, hubby was gone. He'd gone up to Nederland to go refill his growler's with good beer. Well, that, and he needed to get out. He's only just begun driving again since his injury, so he's a little bit restless. While he was there, he talked to the lady who owns the bookstore up there. He asked her how old someone has to ( Read more... )

The kiddos come home today ( Read more... )

It's time for my family to be back together again. Although I have enjoyed the peace and tranquility, although the house isn't done, although many things... it's time. I am tired of being left constantly to my own devices for entertainment. I am tired of feeling alone at night when I climb into bed. I am tired of feeling the house echo around me. I ( Read more... )

However, lately I have been getting spammed by him. Some days it's one or two, other days it's seven or eight. Now, humour I can handle. He sends some funny ones. If that was all it was, I wouldn't mind. No... not my dad... he's been sending me religious and political propoganda. Like over-the-top shit. After the fourth one today, I decide I just ( Read more... )

I just had quite the phone conversation both with my oldest child and my mother. Angsty Boy is being... him. He has no choice, really, because it's part of who he is. It's not an illness. It's not a disease. It's not some problem that can be fixed with medication. No, he doesn't communicate well. Yes, he is reluctant to participate. No, he doesn't ( Read more... )