Sorry

I have been slacking on my blog (and everything else it seems).

Yeah, yeah, I suck.

Real life has been dragging me away (kicking and screaming) from my tropical Internet island.

I promise I will post something decent soon.

Nesting

I have this overwhelming urge to nest. Like the crazy, whole body consuming type of nesting I did when I was pregnant.

This is what I want to do:

I want to make a trip to Walmart and buy a couple of new bookshelves for the books and Playstation games.

I want to *gasp* do laundry.

I want to re-organize my pantry and throw everything expired in the compost pile.

I want my fabric that I bought from ebay to show up so I can start making the blankets for the boys.

I want to mop.

I want to shampoo my carpets.

I want to hang more pictures.
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I NEVER want to clean. Never. I would rather be outside in the garden than be stuck in the house doing "domestic stuff". That being said, my house is never dirty, just messy/cluttered. But who has time to have a spotless house with 2 kids, 2 dogs and a mean Internet addiction?

My mom, that's who. But she is only addicted to Soap Operas and has 3 grown children that still live at home and know how to clean up after themselves.

Today, I want to send the kids to Nonnies so I can turn up the Nine Inch Nails and have all day to clean.

Last weekend I about went crazy cleaning the bathroom. It is still all sparkly and clean smelling.
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Well, I am off to find a cd, get the kids occupied with the TV and clean like a pregnant chick. I hope you all have a good weekend. I will post my progress on Sunday night or Monday. If the cleaning fumes don't kill me.

Whoops

Well I saw it right, sorta. House was on last night but it was a repeat from last season.

Damn. At least it was one I had not watched yet.

My poor kids

My kids start hearing the word "No!" at a very young age. Around the age they start crawling or eating in the highchair.

I am guessing that Bobblehead has heard "No!" a few hundred times. Monkman has probably heard it 546876845468 times.

"No!" seems to have very little effect on Monk Man. In one ear and out the other. Actually, it has never had much meaning to him. But with Bobblehead, the word seems to crush him.

Just today I was feeding Bobblehead some applesauce and he kept reaching for the spoon. (Don't get me wrong, I will accept it when he can feed himself with a fork and spoon but I really like feeding him and 8 months is a little young for me to start accepting it.) So he got the stern "No!" and when he gave me that look, I thought I was going to cry.

The same thing goes when he discovers that we put the dog's water bowl back on the floor and starts splashing in it. Either I will have to clean up a huge mess or he will try to drink it so I have to bring out my big guns. "No! Stay out of the dog water!" Ugh. Such a sad look.

Damn Computer

Monk man has gotten a virus on the computer.



This monster child is only 3 and is already doing stuff on the computer that I didn't figure out until I was maybe 15 or 16. He really likes to download games and it looks like he downloaded something he shouldn't have.



So I get to wipe out the computer and re-install everything again. So if you don't see any new posts for a couple of days, that is what I am doing.



Right now I am just waiting on Photobucket and Youtube to finish loading all the pictures and videos.



Yeah, I have been slacking on uploading everything lately. At least it isn't as bad as last time.



The last time I had to wipe out the computer, I lost a year and a half of pictures because I didn't know about Photobucket. Thankfully I had uploaded all of them to Shutterfly and was able to salvage most of the pictures from there. I cried for days about losing all those pictures.



From what Hubbs has told me, this virus has erased all his mods for World Of Warcraft. Whatever the hell mods are. I don't even bother to ask about WOW stuff anymore. Plus stuff has been running really slow and the computer as a whole has been acting funny for about a month.



Does anyone know how I can keep Monk Man from being able to download? I am pretty clueless about most of this computer stuff. I usually just fake my way through it. Is there a way (On XP) to maybe have all downloads password protected? Any suggestions?

Getting it all out there in the open

Ok, I am ready to confess the amount of my crazy debt as of the latest statements I have gotten. Ready? You might want to sit down for this.

Credit Cards:
GM Card
Balance $2841.69
Minimum Payment $102.00
Paid Down From $3000.00

Bank of America
Balance $8506.07
Minimum Payment $140.00
Paid Down From $10,000.00

Capital One
Balance $716.37
Minimum Payment $48.20
Paid Down From $800.00

Chrysler (Collection Account)
Balance $4319.01
Minimum Payment $130.00
Paid Down From $10,500.00

Orchard Bank
Balance $310.08
Minimum Payment--We are paying this one off this month
Paid Down From $500.00


Other Credit Accounts:
Furniture Store
Balance $2528.00

Wells Fargo-Car Loan
Balance $14,773.63

Loan from Family #1
Balance $2000.00ish?

Loan from Family #2
Balance $7000.00


Paid Off Accounts:
Sears Card #1
Paid Off $300.00

Sears Card #2
Paid Off $900.00

HSBC
Paid Off $800.00?
(I don't remember the exact amount and cant find any statements)


Wow. That is much more than I expected. I guess until it is all written down, or in this case typed out, it is easy to be in denial about how deeply we are in debt.

Hubbs is still laid off but I am still planning on having all the credit cards paid off by February of 2009.

Thinking about it realistically, things most likely wont happen THAT soon but if I don't have a set date, nothing will get paid off.

I would probably put it off for 15 years, until Monk Man graduates from High School and then I will be in a straight jacket because I had gone ape shit from the stress because he "might" want me and Hubbs to pay for college.

Whoah. That was quite the tangent I just tripped over.

I never said I didn't have issues to work through.

Ugh, I hate weekends

I really, really, really hate weekends. I ended up having a 4 day weekend since CC had plans to go to the lake. So I was off Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday.

Looking back, I actually had a decent weekend. No major fights, no catastrophes and no natural disasters at my house. Any weekend (let alone a long weekend) that doesn't end with threats of divorce is pretty good to me.

Friday and Saturday's weather was so shitty (contrary to my weather forecast it was cold) that I didn't hardly get out of my pajamas.

Sunday and Monday were actually pretty nice. I got my tomatoes re-planted. I went out to see the veggies on Sunday morning and discovered that the dogs had squished and broken some tomato plants since they like to pick on the dog next door. I also got some weeds pulled.

Didn't get a chance to do any blogging, but no surprise there. I promise that I will finish some of my older, unpublished posts this week.

5:30 A.M. and my routine

Bobblehead has been up at 5:30 a.m. (aka the butt crack of dawn) every single day this week. He seems to think that as soon as the sun comes shining in the window it is time to wake up. Fun.

Want to know the bad part? Bobblehead does not want a bottle. He does not want to bounce. He does not even want me to hold him. He wants to lay on the floor in front of the damn T.V. and watch cartoons.


What do I do while he gets his cartoon fix?

Clean? Nope. That gets saved until Hubbs pisses me off and I angry clean. This happens at least twice during the week and once during the weekend.

Watch cartoons with him? Oh hell no. Those cartoons are the weirdest shit I have ever seen. You couldn't pay me enough to torture myself like that.

I am on the computer of course. I get my morning babycenter and coffee fix.

Then about 7:30, Monk Man is up and we get in the shower. After that, we all get dressed and beautified. Then the boys finally go to Nonnies house and I get to work around 8:30-9:00. By this point, I have already been up and in Mommy Mode for at least 3 hours.

And Hubbs wants to know why I am dead tired and bitchy when I get home and don't want to do anything domestic (cleaning, cooking, grocery shopping, etc). I finally crawl into bed around 9:00 P.M. and start the whole routine over the next morning.
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I am all about my routine. If something disrupts my routine (like Hubbs getting up early or Saturday and Sunday roll around) I am seriously pissed and feel off the whole day. Hubbs told me last night that I am a control freak.

*snort* Yeah, I know. So?

Have I mentioned

Have I mentioned how much I HATE cooking? Gawd I hate it. Nothing ever comes out right.

Last night I made a hamburger and potato casserole. Its really simple and I should have no problems with it.

All that is involved is browning a pound of hamburger, slicing potatoes and onions, mixing up a can of cream of mushroom soup and milk. Then you throw it all in a baking dish and cook it for 45 minutes.

You would think that I would be able to not screw it up. Well, I did screw it up. The hamburger burned, the potatoes were still semi-raw, and so were the onions.

I give up! Hubbs is a much better cook than I am. He can do it.