Mind of it's own

My computer "fell back" in time a week early.  I looked at it and flipped out thinking that Daylight Savings Time had ended and I rushed the kids off to church.

           ~We were an hour early, to say the least. 

 

Ego Booster

So, I have been feeling a little old. Ok, a lot old. I have crows feet around my eyes, and lines around my mouth.  I have little hairs on my chinny chin chin and my mustache is getting pretty impressive.  And as if that isn't all bad enough, my hair is turning gray.  The first time I found one it was loose on my shoulder and I conveniently blamed it on the dog.  Then I blamed the stray hairs on the cats, and then the dog again...you get the picture.  When I started finding them attached to my head, the Hubby didn't quite believe me when I said they were dog hairs.  So what, maybe I like glueing dog hairs to my head.  Uh-huh, that's it.  Pretty realistic, huh dear?

Anyway, tonight while I stopped in at a store to get batteries for my camera, an older gentleman (about my Dad's age ::Grin::) asked me if all of the kids where mine.  I told him yes, and he told me I looked too young to have older children .  I beamed.  That really lifted my mood and kicked my ego up a few notches.  It doesn't really matter whether he meant it or not.  I'm happy.  :-) 

     ~My thanks to the gentleman!

'Dem Bones

My daughter has developed a very real fear of breaking her bones.  It has been 5 and a half months since she broke her arm, and now all of a sudden every time she bumps something or falls down and it *really hurts, she thinks she has broken it.  She gets downright hysterical.  I have developed a little calming routine for her.  I give her a hug and reassure her, put some ice on it, reassure her again that she hasn't broken anything, and then I give her time to sort it out and come to grips with things in her own way. 

The problem is, this has extended to school now.  I received a phone call on Thursday from the school nurse letting me know that my daughter was in her office absolutely convinced that she had broken her finger on a basketball.  The nurse put tape on it and checked for bruising, swelling, and redness.  She said she saw none of that, but my daughter couldn't /wouldn't move her finger.  The nurse and I agreed that she was probably fine and I told the nurse about her new fear. The nurse let her stay there for a little bit longer then sent her back to class.  By the time she got home, she was fine of course. 

I know how my daughter and my "middle" son react to broken bones.  Unfortunately, I have experienced their reactions first hand.  I'm a pretty good judge of things and go by my gut feelings.  Sometimes I go to the hospital and it turns out to be nothing...but those are the times I really need peace of mind. 

I'm trying not to "coddle" my daughter, but I am trying to find a way to work through this fear.  I have talked to her about the reasons she broke her arm.  How when you are younger, your bones are growing so they aren't like a sidewalk yet.  They are more like the wet cement that was poured a couple hours ago.  So sometimes if you land in just the wrong way, your bone will break.  I of course tried to put it in easier terms for her.  I'll keep explaining and finding ways for her to relate to all of it.  I feel really bad for her to be so afraid of breaking her arm again. 

I hope soccer goes OK this winter.  I have been told that her arm is doing super duper.  Wish us luck...

That's a little unnerving

There is a black cat hanging out at my front storm door.  Every time I walk past it, I see this black cat sitting there staring at me. 

My logical side tells me it's just the neighbor's cat hanging out because our cats are on the other side of the door, but my superstitious side is freaked.  Especially since my cat keeps doing that lovely deep sound that sounds like a wolf is howling.

Creepy.

Feeling better about my place in the household

I am making money again and it feels darn good!

Did I mention...

That before you mow your lawn for the first time in the spring, you should check your yard for baseballs? 

Last spring the Hubby pulled a nasty baseball out of our drain outside and instead of throwing it away, he tossed it in the yard.  So later, there I came along with the lawn mower in ankle high grass and sure enough - I hit that dang baseball and the lawnmower threw it up and it hit me in the forehead.

Ow.

So yeah, check your yard for objects before you mow.

Dada

Robby has started saying "Dada" now.  He also says it in sign.  The thing is, he doesn't do the sign "exactly."  It's supposed to be his thumb on his forehead with this fingers all played out in a straight line.  Like this (if the link works):  ASL Browser  Well, instead of doing that, Robby forms the "loser" sign and says "Dada."  ::snickers::  Sometimes he will get all of those fingers up, but most of the time it's just that one.  

              I am happy to say, that he gets all the fingers up for "Mama."  ::grins::

 

***OK, so the link didn't work quite right.  But if you want to look at it, just go to 'D' and scroll to 'Dad' and look at it, lol.

Thoughts

My thoughts are with those in Southern California.  I pray the winds ease up for a day and rains fall.  My thoughts to those that live there, those that work there, and those that are battling the flames head on.

Flutters...

I have so many thoughts and feelings running through my head these days.  I have many things I could write about and share with you.  However, I am finding that many of the things are so special to me I would rather just hold onto them and keep those thoughts and memories to myself.  ::smiles:: 

I am enjoying just being this evening.  The wind is blowing in the trees, leaving a pleasant calming sound to drift through my window.  It's cool and comfortable, and I am basically just content tonight.  A little bit sad in a bittersweet way...yet content. 

Loose!

My daughter has her first ever loose tooth!  She is so excited!

My oldest is getting read to loose his fourth tooth.

The tooth fairy will be busy this month.

My brain has been unplugged lately

So, a few weeks ago my wireless Internet stopped working.  I called the cable company and was informed that my computer was not pulling an IP address for some reason.  I stressed over it for hours.  Then, I walked up to my computer, made the plug-in in the back of my computer crooked again, and wala - I had wireless Internet again.  I had noticed it was crooked earlier and had straightened it; therefore unplugging my wireless Internet.  LOL

Then, a week ago, I was in the van and I heard something hissing.  I called hubby all worried and asking him if I should take it to the dealer.  He didn't want to put out money for it, and obviously he couldn't diagnose it over the phone.  I got down by the passenger door (where the noise was coming from) and hunted around.  A headphone was on and it was emitting static.  So my "hissing" was the headphones, and I was ready to go to the dealer.  I'm sure they would have gotten a huge laugh for charging me $100 to turn the headphones off.

So today...I couldn't figure out how to get my clock to show on my task bar.  It hasn't shown for a week.  I asked hubby how to fix it.  While I was waiting for an answer, I hit "properties," and wala - there was "Show clock." 

Guess you could say I'm been a little ditzy lately.

I'm grumpy

I had to turn my A/C back on today.  I'm sulking.

Hmmphf

My four-year-old just asked me how old I am so I told him "35."  And he said 'You are old now and you are almost going to die.  You are almost a Grandma."  I told him "No, I hope to have at least 25 more years left" and he said "Unh-huh, you're old.  Look at the lines in your face."

Gee, thanks kid.