Resolute

I find lists very comforting and think of things in terms of lists, and if i do just one thing on this list it will be a success. and if i don't, its just a list. So here it goes, better late than never....

1. Spiritual

A. Go to Confession, which I view as optional but suspect is perhaps more than that...
B. read some spiritual book
C. Read bible more
D. Pray more

2. Home keeping
A. Organize every room
B. errands just once a week
C. Finish painting girls room and hang letters and make hooks
D. Laundry every day, fold and PUT AWAY
E. laundry room clean
F. Car not trash can on wheels
G. Organize pictures and make albums.
F. Be one of those people.

3. Children
A. Nourish and cherish
B. play more
C. Yell less
D. Eliminate the word "hurry"


4. Health
A. Lose 20 lbs
B. exercise 3 times a week/ 45 minutes of cardio
C. Juice and cleanse
D. Vegetarian meals 2 times a week

Stewardship
A. Save more money
B. don't waste food

Me
A. Read more books
B. all of this other stuff
C. Take more pictures

Husband
A. The goals for my husband numerous and multifaceted but they are my goals for him--what I perceive he should do, not his goals, because I doubt he has any because he thinks his shit doesn't stink. Like, that is literal, he actually thinks that, which is why he offers to share the bathroom with me while I brush my teeth-- so maybe my goal is to just live my life in a way that inspires him and makes his life a little easier. And I doubt I need to tell him what he needs to do, because he knows....

Blog
Maybe I will write more and put some more pictures up.

Happy new year from castroville Texas

Help me. My mother is telling me how, since its New Year's Day, she has organized her underwear drawer, and she is telling me in great detail. The panties she got from "queen Victoria, you know that store..." Then my dad cuts in, "you mean queen latifah." Now she is telling me her New Year's resolutions, which include "be more tolerant of your dad." This is on her list every year and also what she does for lent. I suggested cussing less, and her reply was "I don't consider that to be a detriment." Then she ordered my dad to fetch her something and added please as an afterthought. "See? I am doing good," she points out, proudly.

Well, at least she's made some, which is better than me.

Going postal at the post office

If you know me, then you know that generally I am in a pretty good mood, even when I should be in a bad one.

So today I go be bopping into the post office to mail some presents....

And walk into a possible situation . There was another customer there and she was really, really mad. I mean, she was pissed, at a man named Larry. She was in the front of the line and I was behind her. Apparently she did something wrong and had to go and fix it. Then she started to scream, like Bette Meddler mixed with a banshee, mixed with the mean mom from goonies and she looked like she could go bear wrestling with a switch....

" Larry! This is all your fault. We have to start all over again."

Larry was meek and ashamed and I am guessing more than a little mortified.

I was then told by the post man that I needed to pack up my packages myself, so I headed back to where she was, cheerful but hoping she was unarmed for Larry's sake.

Then I heard:
"I can't tape this Larry. No don't you dare help me!!!! I can't do it."

Now, my natural inclination was to go and help her and I was about to and then I took one look at her and she looked at me and I decided, better not.

She then huffed up to the counter and said to the mail lady "do you know who the meanest, most stubborn , most annoying people are?" The lady did not.

"Red headed people-- and the darker the red the more terrible they are."

I looked around. Just me. No back up carrots. And there is no way that lady knows me well enough to know that. Then she started in on how red heads are from England and you can tell where from in England by the shade of red.

I realized she was crazy, of course. I am not from England.

what do you get...

When you take a 3 year old little girl in a size 12-18 month Mexican dress, a some what carelessly left out stepladder, and a windchime?



joy and mischief...

Bless us, oh Lord...

Do not read this if you are averse to poop issues----

What happened after the gluttony, during the dishes, which took an hour to wash:

Audrey(drawing me into the bathroom and whispering) where's your Imodium?

Me: why? Do you have c-dif?

Audrey ( annoyed) I don't know, just where is it?

Mom: another pea? Oh my God- I am never going to finish picking up these peas!

Hyphen: why are there so many peas on the floor? thank god we didn't have fried rice

Lilly (from upstairs): all done mommy!

Tallulah (from upstairs) Lilly pooped upstairs

Me: did she poop upstairs? (Please note: I do not have a bathroom upstairs)

Audrey(coming downstairs with part of the potty training potty) hold on Lilly let me wipe your booty

Me: ugh I hate that word

Mom ( yelling at the dog who is on the couch). Look where she is! Perra disgraciada! Do you think you own this house?

Audrey: the toilet's clogged...

Dale: did you flush a Kirkland wipe down it?

Annabelle( calling) papaaaaa where is the plunger?

Hyphen: well your sister has such a restricted diet. It's no wonder she's sick--all of this food shocked her system....

Me: or she is contaminating our toilet with her stomach virus germs....

Audrey: there is a window open in your bathroom, FYI

Annabelle to dale: what happens if you flush it again?

Dale: the poop will come out on the floor.

Annabelle: I only saw water and paper.

Dale: trust me, there is poop there.

Audrey then started to sing the diarrhea song and I yelled at her for saying turd. Then I got points on the official tantrum tally/ hyphen neat feak fits that we were keeping track of on the chalkboard wall. This tally was for adult tantrums only, if we had been keeping track of kid ones, we would never have stopped writing....

Through Christ our Lord, amen...

Why my mother does not shop at target

Mom: well, I hope you don't get mad at me, but I want to buy a Charlie Brown Thanksgiving and show it to the girls when we are at your house.

Me: that'll be fine.

Mom: but I don't know if I can find it, only if I can find it

Me: where did I see that?? Oh, yeah, I saw it at target.

Mom(disdainful): oh, well, I don't shop there, so only if the have it at HEB.

Me: you are such a snob, there was a study that people who shop at target have higher education levels....

Mom(interrupting): well good for them. Every time I go there I have a horrible experience. Like I see someone scratching their crotch.

Me(laughter): what?

Mom: yes they scratch their crotch or are fighting over something in the store.

Me: what target do you go to?

Mom: I don't even go to the one on the cruddy part of town. I go to the one on 1604.

Me(thinking let me put a quarter in an see where this goes) well, what are you supposed to do when you itch?

Mom: you rub you legs together or excuse your self to the bathroom, you don't scratch yourself, they probably have bugs or venerial disease . Well you probably do, you probably scratch yourself and your cola too, and probably have cola juice on your hands and then touch the stuff at target

Me: yeah, that is what I do and then I touch everything and get other people's vd.

Mom: see? . And that is why I don't go to target.

Me: I've got to go. I've got to go write something down.

Rosalinda cafe

Annabelle has been sick with fever, so she has been getting lots of love and attention, which is causing her sister to be whiny to compete for attention. And there have been a couple of sleepless nights, well, sleepless for me, because i am taking temperatures and getting cups of water and comforting the children who need me and who have had dreams that a "big alligator knocked you in the water with its tail.". There was a doctors visit today that involved multiple tests and tears and lollipops and a big 'ol dose of tylenol all to come to the conclusion-- we have no idea, we' ll just call it "flu-like".

So I was understandably beat when we came home. But then I was invited to this really cool tea house called Rosalinda cafe. You can get hot lemonade tea with honey and a mint cookie in it. You can also get a foot bath and a leg massage. The waitresses were really nice and one of them had a British accent. Their names were Kaitlin rose and Kaitlin Corduroy. They also provide a book reading service and a toy selection service where they would bring you toys you might want to play with.

It was actually quite relaxing and I felt restored.

Then we watched some football and then there was a screaming and kicking battle because she is touching me, no, she is touching me on the couch.

Now I am having a glass of wine.....