Pete and Repeat

Remember ol' Pete and Repeat sitting on that ol' log . . .

I tell you what, this little rhyme describes my life so well . . .

BECAUSE ALL I DO IS REPEAT MYSELF!!!!!!!

For whatever oddball reason, NO ONE can ever HEAR me!

I get so tired of saying the same things over and over and over and over.

And it's anything and everything I say, too.

Like I could say in a nice pleasant, singsong, I'm-a-happy-mommy voice, "The sun is shining today."
BFG: What?
Me (a little louder this time): The sun is shining today.
BFG: What? Someone's coming over to play?
Me (with a few feathers ruffled): NO! The SUN is shining TODAY?
BFG: Huh? I don't understand.
Me (totally losing it after repeating every sentence I utter every single day): THE SUN IS SHINING TODAY! JUST FORGET IT!!! WHY CAN NO ONE EVER HEAR? I AM SO TIRED OF REPEATING MYSELF!!!!!!!!!

Fast forward to while I'm cooking dinner . . .
Rhett (in another room): mumble, mumble, mumble
Me: What?
Rhett: Mumble, Mumble, Mumble
Me: WHAT? Seriously, Rhett, I can't hear you over all this stuff.
Rhett: MUMBLE, MUMBLE, MUMBLE, Just forget it.
Me: Well, I can't help it. I can't HEAR you!

Ironic, huh?
Mama Said

If This Is Global Warming, I'll Take It!!!

I tell you what, this global warming stuff is just killing us around here. Oh, how we are suffering! In the past week, we have beat record lows from the 1800's!!! I'm talking we have been in the 50's at night.

Here.

In the South.

Where it is usually a heat wave this time of year.

Like upper 90's to 100.

But this year, we are incredibly having 75 degree days! Somehow we are having temps 20 degrees below normal despite the fact we are supposedly destroying the planet and causing temps to rise. Hmmm . . .

And we're having a bumper crop in the garden because it's raining like clockwork every 2-3 days, which drought is the norm for us at this time of year. I am just simply amazed because I thought food was going to be unable to be grown because I actually use plastic grocery bags and (cringe) have my thermostat set to 70! Yikes!

So, if this is Global Warming, I'm game! Suddenly, I don't feel so bad about standing in front of the open refrigerator, or (gasp!) leaving lights on all over the house, or taking baths as hot as possible, or having my Plug-In's plugged in, or (Dun-dun-DUN! Brace yourself!) using gas in my car!!! Aaaaagh! The nerve of me!

Heck, I think I'll head on outside now and just sit in my car with the windows down and the air on full blast. Oh, wait! I don't need the air on full blast because the temperature is so much lower than normal.

If you think like me, you get this post. If you don't and think I'm terrible, check out the Bible. The Lord promises that He shall destroy the Earth, not man. And that seasons will change as Jesus's return draws near. Sorry, honey, no carbon footprint is going to change what has been destined since before time began.

Mama Said

A Boo-boo Here and a Boo-boo There

Well, as normal, things are falling apart one by one around here.

Poor ol' Rocky-boy has hurt his back paw. I have no idea what is wrong with it. I think it happened when he jumped in the creek. But he is the limpin'-est (yes, that's a word 'round these parts) most pitiful little thing you ever did see! I really hope it gets better. 'Cause if I have to take him to the vet over it, I'm just gonna have him neutered at the same time. And then Rocky-boy will really be howling a sad tune. Sorry, boy. Betcha won't be jumpin' in the creek anymore, will ya?

Ya'll know Rhett's car has bit the dust and is in the shop. The guy we use fixes cars as a second job so sometimes it takes awhile, but the boy's prices are very worth it. Plus, Rhett can drive the beater truck around so it's really not that big of deal.

Well, believe it or not, on the way to have Rhett's second . . . uh-hum, er . . . "test" done, some lady hit us in my car! We were almost there too. Downtown in the big city. Turning left in a double left turn lane. My blinker was on. But the lady in the other turn lane for some reason thought I was going to go straight and she turned left into my lane bumping us in the process.

It's kind of funny when I think about it. I was turning . . .turning . . . look in the sideview mirror and see a white mustang coming straight at me . . . wait! what's happening here? . . . brrrd brrd brrrd . . . Dang!

Ya'll, I just let that woman go. We were downtown on a bridge over the interstate at lunch time with traffic backing up all around us, my bumper was scratched some but not dented and I don't think knocked out of alignment too bad if at all, our appointment was in 30 minutes, I knew without a doubt I would never get Rhett to come "test" a third time, and I knew we didn't have anymore extra vehicles lying around the farm, you can't file an insurance claim in our state without a police report and I was NOT waiting around for the cops.

I tell you what, a 9 yr. old, paid-for car can be a great blessing at times. It was so much more worth it to get Rhett to his appt and to not be without a car. And think about how I was able to bless that woman. And she was very sweet and very grateful. God is good, I tell ya.

Oh, my parents will be furious when they find out and they will. Even if I buff all the scratches off my bumper, my dad will notice immediately. That's what 30 years in insurance does to ya'. Oh, well. I am a grown-up now and can make my own decisions. I am a grown-up now and can make my own decisions. I am a grown-up now and can . . .
Mama Said

Not Me! Monday

First of all, I did NOT attempt to go to 5 stores and a warehouse sale in one day last week. Whatever! I would NEVER do that because I am NOT that dumb. Seriously, who would try to take a 4 yr old to that many places? Not me! And while at the warehouse, I did NOT let BFG get a slap bracelet to play with the first two minutes we were there. That would be insane! And she did NOT spend the next hour slapping it against the buggy making her very own fireworks show. And since she would NEVER do such a thing, she did NOT keep saying, "Mom, mom, watch! Are you ready for this big firework? Huh, mom? Are you ready? MOM! Are you watching?" Naturally, I am such a CALM person that my nerves were NOT totally shot. I'm serious. They were NOT so shot that my teeth were chattering. That is so NOT me to lose my cool like that. So, I certainly did NOT end up uttering through very clenched teeth (to stop the chattering), "I cannot, absolutely cannot watch ANYMORE!!!" To which, BFG did NOT reply, " I know you can't watch, Mom. Okay, are you ready? Now, watch!!!" And, of course, the warehouse was NOT un-air conditioned in 90 degree heat, which made things SO much more fun!

My sister and I did NOT renig on our stance of no yard sales this summer on Saturday. Why would we? We do NOT have so much of our own junk that we have this insane need to go buy other people's. I did NOT have this burning desire to go to yard sales that festered inside me for weeks until I finally went. And, if we did lose our marbles and actually GO to yard sales, we would absolutely, NO how, NO way come home with over 200 Beanie Babies!!! I don't care how much our girls would NOT like them! I don't care how good of deal we did NOT get! We just would NOT do that! I mean really, over 200 Beanie Babies! Puh-lease! NOT us!

BFG and Curly Sue (my niece who lives next door) did NOT get the hare-brained idea of disguising themselves so that the neighbor girl would not recognize them. They did NOT put on wigs and make-up. Oh, NO! NOT them! And, of course, they did NOT stain their clothes with the make-up and drop and break the powder on my bathroom rug staining it, too. Of course, I did NOT give them permission to put on make-up because I was NOT picturing a little glitter and lip gloss. And I knew EXACTLY what they were NOT doing the entire time! 'Cause that's the kind of mom I am. On top of it for sure! And I am NOT posting a picture of the results. Oh, and of course, the neighbor girl had NO idea who they were especially since they had on their favorite clothes they do NOT wear every other day.



Rhett did NOT take a quick trip to the mini-mart on Saturday. NOT him! And if he did, he would NOT arrive home 2 and half hour later. Oh, please. Because he did NOT go to the mart, he did NOT then decide to go visit a cemetery for his "research". He NEVER does that. And since he did NOT do that, he did NOT leave his car running while and he got out only to come back and find his car had died. That's just ludicrous! Stuff like that NEVER happens to him. Seriously, that car has NOT been leaving him stranded since we first met 7 years ago. Of course, it's NOT like he refuses to own a cell phone and had to walk 4 miles to our road to a neighbor's house to call. And, as you can imagine, the road was NOT completely uphill and down at almost vertical inclines the whole way. Naturally, this whole time I was NOT worried one bit about him and did NOT have a gut feeling that something was wrong. Oh, NO. I did NOT spend 2 and half hours saying, "I'm getting worried about him. Something has happened." Because if I was really that worried, I would NOT have gone outside for the second hour and a half and missed his phone call. Oh, well. At least the neighbor's did NOT give him a ride home so he didn't have to walk another 2 or 3 miles.

Aaaah, there's NOT more to tell. But I am sure you are NOT sick of reading by now. Happy Not Me-ing!
Mama Said

Breathe!

Whew! I can't believe it's been three weeks since I've written! Wow!

Hmmm . . . let's do the past three weeks in fast forward:

Cleaning, cleaning, cleaning in preparation for my grandma's 80th birthday bash on the Fourth (which turned out to be for nil 'cause it poured torrential rains and everyone stayed over at my sister's next door). Oh, well. Needed to be done anyway. Got lots of junk cleared out and stuff from storage put away.

Trips to the fertility clinic. Nothing big. Just more tests and stuff. Still facing possible surgery at some point for the cyst on my ovary and the uterine polyp, which is freaking me out just a bit. Can they please get that thing out of there?

A get-together for my good friend who is adopting a baby any day now! And the same shin-dig to say bye to my good friend who is moving out of state! Waaaaahhhhh!

Gardening! Our very first garden and it's out of control! It is producing so, so much. I'm so surprised because we are not ones to keep it weeded. Okay, so we don't weed it. But we do have the blessings of pumping water from the creek and my brother-in-law's honey bees, which are keeping everything very fruitful.

My friend who is starting up a photography biz came out and did a photo shoot with me and BFG for FREE!!!! That was awesome!

Oh, and Rhett was off for a week. And lil' ol' Rhett can just be a computer hog. He's on it all the time!!! I will be so glad when he gets done with the history of our house. I admire and respect the work he's done. He's really worked hard. But he's like any man and can get tunnel vision just focusing on one thing super intensely. And I'm ready to have him (and the computer) back! LOL!

Although to be honest, I just plain don't feel like being in here on the computer. I just want to be outside, which is highly unusual for me. It must be the garden. I just love that thing!

Hope ya'll are having a great summer!
Mama Said

Works For Me Wednesday: Cut Down on Stair Climbing!

I get so sick of running up and down the stairs! You'd think I would be skinny-minny as much as I run up and down and up and down! I've always said I wish, I wish with all my might that I could just keep BFG's clothes downstairs esp. since she won't go upstairs by herself. Aaaaagh!

Another frustrating point in my life is when Rhett is "helping" me by giving BFG her bath, but always comes to me and asks, "Where's her pajamas?" which translates into me having to stop what I am doing and run up the stairs and get her stuff together to give him to have him help me. Can you see why I'm sick of this? It doesn't even make sense!

So, when we redid our bathroom and I was wondering what oh what to put in the vanity drawers, the Lord blessed me with a great idea! I decided to put BFG's pajamas, socks, and undies in one of the bathroom vanity drawers.

It works out perfect! Rhett has everything he needs for bath time. If undies need to be changed during the day, there they are--right downstairs where we need them! And there is no "whoops, I forgot your socks" and running upstairs when trying to leave when we are already running late! Or if socks get wet in the creek--Voila! All solved!

Works for me,

Mama Said

Publix Is Getting Just A Wee Bit Embarrassing!

I'm starting to get just a little embarrassed going to Publix.

We go once a week . . . sometimes twice . . .

Everyone knows us. Okay, all the people who pass out samples know us.

Which is kind of the embarrassing part.

And no matter how hard I try to not go at lunch when they put out the samples, that's when I end up there. And, of course, we haven't eaten lunch so we're scarfing down the samples. I just know it looks like I take her there for her lunch just like my dad used to do with us at Sam's.

We were a mess when we went in today! We had gotten cups of fake dippin' dots at the grocery outlet for 10 cents each and had eaten them face first in the car. BFG nose and cheeks were brown and sticky. It kind of looked like dirt though. So, who knows what we looked like!

We go straight for her free cookie from the same woman who always gives it to her week after week. We dive into some chocolate eclair cake samples and were literally licking the little cups until I got chocolate on my nose and chin. We finished up our rounds with BFG hollering out, "Mom, did we hit the jackpot?" and "More food! More food!"

Hmmm . . . maybe we should lay low for awhile.
Mama Said