I’m used to my kids being gone for days at a time sometimes even a week here and there. This time feels different. They’ve only been gone a day but my mind keeps reminding me that it will be 16 days before I see them again. It’s not fair! I should be dancing around and screaming like Braveheart, “Freeeeeedom!!!” Instead I sit here missing what I thought was the unmissable.*
The house went from crazy and loud to empty and silent. It’s creeping me out, man.
I did really well yesterday and only called dads cell 4-5 times while they were on the road. Long trips scare me since the accident and I just had to make sure everyone was fine. Mom kept laughing at me but you can be assured she’d have been doing the same thing in my place. I trust my parent 100% however I trust other drivers negative -100%.
Anyone have any advice on how to fill my time? There is only so much tv I can watch!
And of course a storm knocked out their phones at home so I have no way to contact them. WTF!
*That was a joke, simmer down!
“Don’t blink. Don’t even blink. Blink and you’re dead.
They are fast, faster than you could believe. Don’t turn your back, don’t look away, and don’t blink.”
-Doctor Who
Actually they have been here since Friday but I have been so busy soaking up parental love that I’ve been too busy to post anything.
We’ve talked and laughed and watched home improvement shows which is like crack to my mom. They don’t have all the channels we do or a DVR (archaic I know) so they’ve scoped out some channels previously unavailable to them. We’ve shopped, done lunch, and have had an all around good, relaxing time. I actually was able to watch moms face as she watched videos of my niece and it was awesome. Her face just lit up and she smiled so much you couldn’t see her eyes. That’s the curse of our high cheek bones. Just don’t make us laugh while we drive. It’s dangerous.
They pack up and leave tomorrow with the kids and I feel like I just haven’t gotten enough time with them. I know I will see them in 3 weeks for a few days but I want to scream, “She’s my mommy and I want her NOW!” like that stupid money commercial.
Poor Dad hit a drainage area on the curb and shredded the front tire and bent the rim on their van. Thank goodness it was right in front of my house. I will admit I was hoping it was something that might take a few days to fix just so I could have them here a little longer. Sadly, it only took Tire Kingdom half an hour to fix it. Maybe I should sneak out tonight and remove some spark plugs or something.
Jase might take issue with that plan. We gave our room to Mom and Dad. We have 2 couches and we’ve been sleeping on those. I keep telling Jase to think of it like camping but he reminded me he hates camping lol. Not only does Mom have a back as bad, if not worse, than mine there was no way I was sticking her out in the living room. We won’t even mention the chainsaw type snoring Dad does that we were sure would scare the kids upstairs to death. They know there are no such things as monsters but even at my age when I hear his snores I have my doubts about their existance.
I cannot wait to get to go up there in three weeks. I know I will be antsy to see the kids again and hope they have missed me but I won’t hold my breath! I will also get to see my darling niece who I haven’t gotten to see since a little after she was born. She just turned a year old and I don’t want to miss out on her entire life. I don’t want to be one of those aunts her parents have to constantly remind her that she has. She’s young yet so I have some time to get with the program. Cut me some slack this is all new to me!
Going up there is always a mad house. They have the wonderful home I grew up in but it’s only a 2bed/1bath. So, 5 in my family. 4 in Brian’s as Lisa’s mom is coming with them this trip. 2 1/2 with my other brother Ben and his preg wife Jessie. Oh plus my parents! I suck at math but my total says 13 people in that house! That means my boys will be spending a lot of time peeing off the back porch! Thank goodness Mom was super smart and remembered that my Aunt Jackie has a huge, top of the line 5th wheel that she’ll let us borrow so we all won’t be sleeping on top of each other. Not sure how many dogs will be there. I am guessing around 5.
It’s like a ballroom dancing compitition where everyone is waltzing around each other trying to get from one room to another and I LOVE IT. I adore when the whole family is in one place because it is rare and so much fun when it does happen.
I’ll also get to see the rest of my extended family which is wonderful. I am really bad about keeping in touch with them so it’s good to be able to play a little catch up! I think about them everyday but not much really goes on around here that I feel the urge to call and report.
So that’s been my weekend. What did YOU do during this fun filled time?!
And lastly, I know MJ has gotten the spotlight but the recent death of Billy Mays has hit me the hardest. I wasn’t a fan of MJ and hadn’t given him a thought since the trials. The real loss to me is the man I had seen almost every day in my living room and had been getting to know a lot better via his new TV show Pitchmen. This made me smile tonight as his son Billy Mays III tweeted it with his seal of approval. This is sooo how I picture it going down at the Pearly Gates!
My parents will be leaving the comfort of their home soon to make the 8-10* hour trek to my house. I tried to lay down and sleep around 11:30. My body went numb, I couldn’t move but my brain was still firing away. I lay there until I could wiggle then I got up. I figure my body had a nap and that was good enough for me.
I sit here with almost giddy anticipation of their arrival. I need a Mom fix at LEAST once a year or I start getting antsy. Of course, the giddyness could be because she’s taking off with my kids for 3 weeks. I know I will miss them after a week but right now I am doing a TOOOSHY DANCE across my living room. I LOVE my kids but mommy needs a break during the long boring summers and ex isn’t taking them for this one.
House is clean (as clean as it is gonna get with 3 kids around) and I am already chanting “Are they here yet?!”
Cats are wandering around confused wondering where the hell I moved the litter box to this time. When the kids came home and saw how clean the house was they asked if we’d had “Clean House” over. Yes, I watch that show A LOT! Becca wallowed all over the couches because they both have new sofa covers on them. The downstairs bathroom had been totally redecorated. Carpets recleaned after they made their “Carpet Angels”. Desks had been cleared off and thiers had been moved over to sit neatly in front of the window. The counters in the kitchen were 100% clear and I had moved around the appliances.
It was a chorus of WHOA’s for about 15 minutes. MY HOUSE WAS NOT THAT BAD PEOPLE!
*You never know how many potty breaks Mom will need so it’s hard to guage ETA.
I think I’ve finally found my permanent home here. Thanks to Jase we got it up and running without me throwing the laptop through the window. Sit down get comfy and let’s chat! Please let me know if something seems funky here in Geektown so I can make Jase fix it ASAP!
I just love checking for comments like every 10 mins. I swear it’s like crack. Not that I know what crack is like but I’ve heard stories and I watch COPS. I really do suck at “cold posting”. You know thinking up topics and trying to get any points across. I always work better when I have someone to banter with.
I know people do not usually come back to look at follow up comments but I would like to share with you some of my favorites from my last post. It’s pretty much a convo with my brother Brian, my dad, and myself. BadassGeek guest starred in the fun since his comment started it all.
Now that you are familiar with the cast of characters let me get to copy and pasting.
This is a great story. Thank you for sharing it with us.
Also? I was a little scared to see the lawn mower pictures, until I realized that the mowing deck had been removed.
Smart man.
Man, those kids got it easy.. When Dad stuck me on a riding mower, you could bet your sweet bippy it had blades on it. Wasn’t no joy ride, I gauran-damn-tee you, it was a chore..
Now don’t get me wrong..Dad traded his boat to get me a motorcycle..twice….Do the math on how that happened..seriously, you do the math, I can’t, I graduated from Mississippi schools…
I have some fond memories of Dad as well..travelling out of state every weekend for my liitte foray into boxing..and not killing me when I snuck the car out for midnight joys rides..not kiiling me for denting his truck..not killing me for denting Mom’s Buick..not killing me for flipping their 5 month old car..see a pattern here?? I broke Mom and Dad in for Ben and Heather..broke ‘em real well.. When Heather ran up a 200-odd something cell phone bill, back when you paid by the minute, and it was a company phone…He didn’t kill her…Wanted to…Didn’t..
So yes, we’ve got the best Dad in the world..He’s rescued my dumb-ass more than once..
Thanks Dad!
And Ben and Heather….You’re Welcome….
*I also like to wear a tutu while singing I’m A Little Teapot.* (I snuck in with my mad moderator rights and added that last bit. What?! I’m a little sister it’s what I DO!)
Heather (that’s me):
Brian!
You’re right it did have blade on it when you did it. In fact you used the tractor. How many times did you knock over the 5 foot soccer ball looking gas tank?
It was your fault we didn’t get to do half the stuff you got to do. (I still did most of that stuff ….but without permission.) They learned what to look for thanks to YOU!
I was so scared of wrecking a parental car I didn’t get my license until I was 8 months pregnant with Kyle and long gone from their home ! To this day I freak out if I have to move moms van to the other side of the driveway!
Way to bring up the company cell phone. It was 1994 I thought it was like a cordless phone!
Shall I bring up the Visa card back when you had the brown tank car?! I thought not.
LMFAO Love you!
Heather…Again:
You know thinking about it. It’s amazing Mom and Dad ever survived us. The only one that didn’t give them a problem was Ben. Of course I blame this on Mom and Dad and like to remind them we got their genes and Ben got some better DNA! Ben also reminds them of this fact often LMAO. He’s so damn funny.
Dad:
Hey, watch the dirty laundry!!
Heather:
Winks at Dad as I throw one of Moms white comforters into a mud puddle!
Now I await my brothers retaliation since I’ll be seeing him in person very soon. Which will probably end up with him wiggling his finger in my face chanting “I’m not touching you!”
Just remember Big Brother I laid you out once for taunting me and I’ll do it again! I still have that mean right hook!
I also still have access to those sappy “In The Navy” letters you sent me where you claimed to lurve me and miss me and apologized for tormenting me. I have a scanner and I am not afraid to use it!
This is going to be a long one but it’s about my Daddy so suck it up and behold the excellence that is him!
My dad is one of those silent but deadly types. He’s not a huge talker but when he does speak it’s a kind word or one hell of a genius idea. *Quit snickering, Mom!* He’s the reason I love Silent Bob (Kevin Smith) quiet yet profound.
He worked as a welder since before I was born but then the lay offs came and he had to find a new career. He found a new career in Waste Water Management and studied until his eyes bled for all those certification tests. It helped that he was hard of hearing or he’d have never been able to study with three of us running Mom ragged like banshees. He’d just flips a switch on his hearing aids and keep on working. Mom HATED that on long car rides. She’d tell him “If I have to listen to this crap so do you! Put them back on!” He’s smile and do as she asked but you’d see him reach up and shut them off about 5 mins later. He was an awesome provider and a kick ass father.
After they struggled for 7 years to get pregnant after my oldest brother was born they were finally lucky enough to adopt my other brother. Six months after that my Dad came home throwing up looking green and told my mom she needed to take a pregnancy test before he keeled over. She laughed at him thinking, “Yeah 7 years of trying you thinkI’m pregnant!” She took the test to humor him and guess what? I was on my way! My Dad is sooo smooooth that way.
Right before my mom gave birth to me the nurse said I had a good strong boys heartbeat. Upon hearing this my Dad REFUSED to believe it! He just knew I was going to be his little girl. They even had a bet going. Something about if mom was right he got a steak and if he were right something would happen. Details fuzzy. Hey! Give me a break I was still in the womb and the convo was garbled a bit. Birth happened and my mom was knocked out as they did back in the day.
She awoke to find her room filled with pink roses and dad all teary eyed saying they finally had their girl. Mom refused to believe everyone and thought they were playing a mean joke. She went as far as to rip off my diaper when I was brought to her. Hey can I get a little dignity here?!
*Update on the bet! If Dad was right Mom had to cook him a steak. If Dad was wrong the male infant had to wear the frilly diaper cover Dad had bought!* All I have to say is thank goodness I had girlie bits. Had I been a boy that may have started my cross dressing career!*
He’s like the baby whisperer! He can predict the sex of your child just by looking at you and I have never known him to be wrong. He even helped an IF couple conceive. No! Not like that. They came over and has a super secret meeting in the living room that he wouldn’t let me anywhere near since I was like 7 years old at the time. This couple had been trying to have a baby for YEARS. 2 months later they announced they were expecting. To this day I don’t know what he told them.
I would like to share with you some of my fondest memories of my father and I.
When I was young and tiny (I only weighted 18 pounds at a year old. Man, has that caught up with me!) he would let me stand on his toes and we’d dance around the living room. I felt like the biggest princess in the world. My hero was waltzing me around like we were in a grand ballroom instead of our living room.
Every time he brought my mother home flowers “Just Because” there was a beautiful lone rose just for me.
If he didn’t whistle when I walked out in a new outfit I would run back to my room and make mom change my clothes until he did whistle. It got to where she had to beat me out to the living room and tell him he’d better whistle OR ELSE!
The one I miss the most is being small enough to sit on my dads shoulders during a Mardi Gras parade while he had beads wrapped around his forehead dancing to the music.
He once took my brother and I to a Jazz Festival in the park. We danced along in lines, all the while twirling the lacy umbrellas they handed around.
After that he took us to putt putt and my brother being the old man in a childs body that he is kept gingerly tapping at the ball. “Just whack it!” my dad told him. So being Ben, he reared back and let it fly in a way that would bring shame to Tiger Woods. We never found that ball. We think it landed somewhere in the Bumper Cars!
The Father/Daughter dance when I was in elementary school was the sweetest of all memories. My mom had decided to have a friend make a dress for me out of Sapphire blue satin. You know the style? Big poofy sleeves and sweetheart neckline? Think bridesmaid dresses. Too bad it swallowed me whole. I didn’t care. My dad was there and we danced and I felt like a million bucks!
My dad might not have been around a whole lot but he has always been there when it counted.
When I was about 3-4 months pregnant he was living with my ex and I while mom tried to sell the house and come be with us. I awoke to a pain I couldn’t describe. I couldn’t breath. I couldn’t stand up. My ex went to my fathers room and just lightly touched dads bed. Dad shot up like a cannon. “What’s wrong?!” Ex told him I thought I was losing the baby and I was in the car headed for the hospital an hour away. Dad was following behind us and stayed the whole time. After finding out it was just a kidney infection I felt horrid that we’d scared him and kept him up all night. His response? “You’re my daughter it’s my job to worry!”
This man amazes me on so many different levels. He was always belittled in his youth due to his hearing problem, but what those assholes didn’t know was how incredibly smart he is and that nothing stands in his way of giving 200% to whatever he decides to take on. My mom just wishes he’d take on the dishes every now and then. LMAO.
He holds math classes for those in the biz and you’d be surprised how many men come out of there FINALLY understanding the material. They sing his praises to anyone who will listen, and rightly so!
Dad, I know we don’t get to talk much but I KNOW you love me and I hope you know just how much I love you and how grateful I am to have you as my father. I know I gave you and mom a lot of grief growing up and you don’t know how that eats at me every day of my life. I just hope you are proud of the woman I have become thanks to you and mom’s mad parenting skills.
All of my life I’ve struggled with getting to sleep. *Remember those 3am tea parties when I was little, Mom?* I could not get to sleep unless I was falling over tired.When I finally did get to sleep my dreams were so busy and insane that I would wake up more tired than when I first went to bed. I have often wondered if I somehow lead a double life in my dream world.
After using my wonderful new sleeping pills I awoke in a great mood. I always keep my phone by my bed and call Jase when I wake up. He’s always in the living room and comes waltzing in and snuggles with me.
This morning when I woke up I had a giggle fit that lasted for a long time.
This kind of freaked Jase out as I *might* be known as being a bear upon waking. I couldn’t stop laughing and it was fun!
We had rented a RugDoctor to redo my carpets before my parents come. My cleaner doesn’t really suck unless I bend over and shove the front end down. Can’t do that with my back.
When we returned it to Winn-Dixie and picked up some pre-packaged salads for dinner.
As we were putting dressing on our salads I grabbed a hard boiled egg off of my plate and shoved it against the side of Jase’s face in wedding cake smashing style. He didn’t know what hit him. As he scraped the yolk off his stubble and looked at his fingers understanding dawned on his face.
He of course had to retaliate. Grabbing an egg off his own plate he one upped me and shoved the whole thing straight down on my head.He then proceeded to grind it into my freshly washed hair.
Egg flinging ensued! Man, it was GREAT! I have not have that much fun in a long time.
I think that now that I am getting some GOOD sleep I am happier and out of the funk I’ve been in for years.
TAKE THAT CHRONIC INSOMNIA!!!!!!!!!
