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Renee's Scattered Brain
Well, he may not be a good babysitter, but hand him a couple of dozen sponges and he's a wiz at windows.
BTW, Lauren would like to borrow the tap-dancing penguins for a re-enactment of Mary Poppins.Renee, I can see now how you survive running a day care centre for little kids. Just throw them in the pool, survival of the fittest.
"No, you don't get a refund. I know you left three and now there's only two. So what? Think how much money I saved you over the next fifteen years. I should be charging you extra!"
Well, they should be happy I saved them money. Really once you have one, the rest are disposable. Just joking! I'd never get rid of any of my kids, most of the time.I'm going to have seven tomorrow. Nothing like throwing them all at me at once. Well, I'm missing two but that' almost all of them.
My husband TJ just started babysitting a kid--about 1 year old. When you add her to our own 3, he is swamped. He says that he is so glad that our kids are past this constant supervising stage. He can turn his back for 5 minutes and trust that certain things will still be in place.So if having 4 kids is rough, I can't imagine 7.
When I took on the two year old and the baby, I figured it would be easy. I had several older ones anyway, how hard could they be? Boy, was I mistaken.
for a second Rita I thought you were Paul
GreenDaisy BlackStem wrote: "for a second Rita I thought you were Paul"Wow, I didn't know Paul also had a husband named TJ and 3 kids. Paul, what have you not told us?
Rita wrote: "GreenDaisy BlackStem wrote: "for a second Rita I thought you were Paul"Wow, I didn't know Paul also had a husband named TJ and 3 kids. Paul, what have you not told us?"
lol
Paul wrote: "Sorry, Rita, I thought you all knew."Or maybe we look alike. Maybe that is why she mistook me for you. I have some Welsh heritage too (maiden name is Hughes), so maybe you're my long lost older brother.
I thought only women were supposd to have maiden names
Now I'm getting confused as well. Do I have a maiden name? A maidenhead? A 'made in' Britain sign?It's the cloaks ahd hoods that do it. Who can tell one dark robed figure from another?
But Rita, if you're a long lost sister, that means I'll have to write you into 'Halifa' as well. No, I have it - you can appear in book 2 as the one who went to the dark side (so to speak) because you were lost instead of being smuggled out, and brought up by a mysterious something or other who toys with fate.
I don't mind be cast the role of a bad guy. I'll practice my evil genius laugh. Mwahahahaha.
How does that sound?
That's not bad. Bit more bitterness in the cackling overtones perhaps?
Hmm, I'll practice in front of the mirror--tap into my MalRita side.
The darkside can be fun. Just make sure you can come back.
Come back? Why would I want to do that?Once upon a time, one of my coworkers was surmising what the world would be like if the world was full of Rita's. They described a world with no dirty jokes, no swearing, and everybody is always nice to each other.
I went home and told TJ. But he laughed because his idea of Rita's World was completely different: it would be a world with more accidents because everyone driving down the road would see the Rita's walking along the street and say: "Oh look, another Rita!" Crash!
And another coworker dubbed my version of reality as "Rita's World," a bright and sunny place. He's also the one who named my evil twin MalRita.
And how on earth I got on this topic, I have no idea.
MalRita - OK. Your psychotic (and mainly submerged) other personalit is just what I need to get Book 2 (eventually) off with a bang.
Rita;We never do... Things just seem to start somewhere and slide down hill from there.
For me, being evil is easy. People see a tall red-head dressed in leathers and carrying a whip coming and they start looking for places to hide.
I had to make an emergency run out the hospital one day in the late fall about three years ago ( ...and forgot I had the whip hanging out of my coat pocket.)
I went dashing into the trauma unit, dressed as usual in riding leathers, but with my stethoscope hanging from my neck. The patients husband, who was sitting outside the door looks up at me, turns bright red, gets down on his knees and begs me not to hurt him.
Can you say OOPS!
As I say... it just seems to go that way round here.
Yes, that would be a little frightening. What is it about red hair that strikes fear into the hearts of men? Add leather to that, yikes. For me, it's just my height that seems to intimidate, that and a certain look Kurt says I have when I'm pissed. I don't know what he's talking about. I am the calmest, most level headed person I know. I have a dark side, but it's hidden far away from my usual self.
Do you guys buy any of that? I didn't think so.
All right, where does one buy a good whip Gwen? The only whips around here are from stores like "Aren't We Naughty" and they are crappy little props. Not good for what I need to do with them.
You could always pick a switch off a willow tree.
Interesting idea, now to find a Willow tree.
Renee wrote: "All right, where does one buy a good whip Gwen? The only whips around here are from stores like "Aren't We Naughty" and they are crappy little props. Not good for what I need to do with them. "The best whips come from The English Whipstore (personal favourite) and David Morgan (really excellent western and show whips).
I buy all of my dressage whips, buggy whips, crops and bats from Perri's Leather
None of these three are 'cheap', but what you purchase will last a long time and they're all quality providers.
Cool, just slow down Henry. Breathe, you're okay.So to get a good one I'd have to go to a tack store. (horse supplies, etc.) One just opened close to us. I wonder if they'd think it strange that I only wanted a whip. Maybe a crop too. I'd buy some chaps for Kurt, but I don't think he'd wear them. Spoilsport.
If anyone wants to see the great fun we had while camping, I've posted the trip and pictures on my blog. There's even a picture of the picture of the bear that was sighted only weeks before. We didn't meet him in person, thank God.
Don't show them to Henry. He'll start hyperventilating again.
Don't show what to Henry? My vacation pictures? There's nothing to hyperventilate over. Maybe the 'white bellied Mom thing', she doesn't venture out too often. Now she's a red bellied mom thing and it's beginning to itch. He'd pass out from the glare.
Does that count in the spotting record?"Hey, I saw a red-bellied, flaking Mom thing, just in front of the lesser black-backed gull."
I don't think so, maybe if it had wings. I'm not flaking, just itchy and red. Sunscreen must be reapplied.
Yes, the bear was really cute. I was fine with not meeting him though. We had to tell Kennedy someone shot it so she'd stay. Logan had her scared to death. Then Courtney was horrified that someone shot it, and I had to take her aside and tell her I lied to her sister, then it was just neverending from there. All over that stupid bear.
I read your blog. I felt tired just reading it all.
It was kind of long wasn't it? I didn't include everything either. The trips to the little playground, the walks around the park, the stories read to calm kennedy down. God it was a lot. But it was good for us. I am tired but it was a nice break. If we hadn't gone I wouldn't have had a holiday. i was back early and first thing this morning a parent called to see if I'd babysit 'since i was home', I said no. I've got all of them tomorrow and friday, no thanks. I'll get my last day in.
Here's the whole story. Before the bear come onto the site, there were two. One was injured badly and took to taking garbage off people's decks, and messing up their yards in order to survive. It was pretty bad off, couldn't even hunt for it's own food. The game wardens 'humanely' killed that one. It was believed to be this other bear's mother. When she was killed, the smaller bear kept to the area, maybe searching for her. I don't know how the bear's grieving process works, but that's the general consensus. Anyway, it was just looking around, not bothering anyone or looking into the garbage. It was exploring the boat launch area. One camper took the picture, when it saw him there, it actually stood on it's hind legs while he got the picture, then wandered away.
Kennedy was afraid it might be hungry and come to our trailer looking for food. Thanks to her big brother she feared she might make a tasty treat for it. I had to tell her it was dead like the other one, so she'd sleep.
Okay, I think that's the entire bear story. Once darkness fell I was in that trailer. I was taking no chances. I even moved the garbage can that was directly in front of our trailer down a bit. No sense drawing attention to ourselves.
Kennedy is like her mother, survival of the one with the most fire power. Courtney is not at all like me, she prefers to catch spiders and set them free. Why? So they can come back in again? Not that she'd catch the spider, oh no. That's my job, oops! I squished the poor thing again, I don't know my own strength.
She is definitely her own person. Moody as her mother, but much more gentle. She might get mad and freak out but then she cries because she was mean. I don't know what to do with her. I tell her to forget it, if she's mad she's mad. She even made me call Kurt each day we were away to make sure he fed the cat and the ferret and remembered to leave her bedroom and the basement open at night so Dill (the cat) could sleep in her bed. Kurt did as he was told. He even walked the ferret. Just picture a 270lb man walking a tiny little ferret with a tiny little harness and leash. Priceless.
I forgot my word count yesterday. Got to get back into the swing of things here. Hey Sparky, no I don't have anything for you today. I noticed that my bodies seem to be staying put. Too shiny to move huh? Anyway, 1759 words yesterday. I was too busy playing around on the internet, or I would have had more. Just no focus yesterday.
I should total that for 2009. total= 265,686
I'm so excited, we're getting a new bed. I know for anyone else that's like "Oh good for you, a new bed. yay" (sarcasm.) But for me it's huge. After we broke the last one, I had to MacGuiver the bedframe to fix it, and it creaks and sometimes the bolts fall out where i fixed it. Sometimes it rolls a bit and I have to take it apart to make it sturdy again. The mattress has been peed on by kids, dogs, and who knows what else.
So, my mom bought a new bed a couple of months ago and she hates it. She likes a firm bed, rock would be great for her. They just bought a fancy orthopedic thing so we get her old/new one. Kurt won't buy a bed until we redo the floors, he won't redo the floors until we get a dryer, he won't buy a dryer until we fix the furnace and air conditioning, he won't fix the furnace until he decides if he's staying with electric or going with gas. And so on...
So, this one has a really good frame. Mom's betting we can't break it. I'm betting we can.
I broke the unbreakable cup holder (the car dealer evn said so!)
i don't think you broke it the same way renee broke the bed.
Ahem...we've broke three. Not all that way. Once, Kurt belly flopped me cause he thought it would be funny. I was sleeping and it was not the first time he played this prank. The bed said "Not again" and the frame snapped.
OMG! lol well i'm glad you have other ways of breaking the bed Renee
Yeah, he's odd. It was funny after, well maybe not. That's the one I had to fix up. The other two, well nobody wants to know about those.Speaking of bed, I'm off. Kids come in less than six hours. Lucky me.
It's really not romantic or exciting or anything like that. Especially when his line after the bed breaks is "Someone needs to lay off the Doritos" Like I'm the one over 200lbs.
There were some profanities and possibly some unnecessary roughness. The mood was dead by then.
1930 words today. Just going to put my feet up on my Chrystal coffee table now, and watch Sparky eyeball me from his pool. Do we know what gender Sparky is? How does one tell with squid? I don't see any 'telling' parts, so maybe he/she is pissed I keep calling him/her by the wrong gender. Just a thought, he/she does stare at me a lot. Want some wine Sparky? Here you go. Pours bottle of wine into tank. Sparky doesn't seem to mind. Swims around a bit, settling on the bottom. Hmm...sleepy? Me too.
Sparky's a he. I checked, and before you ask, I used to help out a friend who owned and operated a pet shop, and had to learn how to sex fish.Yes.. I know ... but it's just one of those weird but sometimes useful lessons we get in life.
INteresting, so you're a boy Sparky. I don't know if I like the sound of sexing fish. Sounds creepy and wrong. But if that's what they call it, then okay.Thanks Gwen, now I know that's not why he stares at me. He seems a bit lazy this morning. Should have stayed away from the wine maybe.
I should throw in a couple of ibuprofen to make him feel better. How would that be sparky? Did he just ignore me? Just turned around like I'm not even here.
Fine buddy, but just remember who feeds you and cleans your nasty pool. That's right, you better turn around. If you're nice to me, this will be much easier. Figures your male, you act just like Kurt.
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He is kind of cute, the way he eyeballs you like he's going to jump out and latch onto your face. Did you see how he took care of that alien thing? Pretty cool.