The pull of another cup of coffee

It’s been quite an interesting morning, and it’s only 8:55.

I got a call from The Flirt today at 6:30 am…he’d hit a deer on the way to work. He is ok, and his car is still drivable, but I think it rattled him pretty good. To add to the issue of extensive front end damage the deer apparently had the temerity to survive the run in, and then mocked him from a nearby hill-top. Those darned deer.

I’m feeling even better today than the last few. My one diseased lung is healing up nicely, even though I still experience bouts of coughing that leave breathing a little bit of a challenge. I think all the fresh air I got yesterday made a lot of difference. I got some really good sleep last night and feel much more energetic today.

I took the boys to their last full day of school (Yay!) for the year, and then did some quick shopping. I’m back at home now, surrounded by all the indoor chores I should have done yesterday, when I was out in the back yard blowing off steam instead. Truthfully, I have much more that needs doing outside, but the indoors needs to get a little love too.

I have this week off, and have so much I would like to do, which butts up against all the things I need to get done first. With Older Son graduating this weekend, and company coming for his party on Saturday, I have a whole bunch of organizing and deep cleaning to do, not counting the painting and repair work I wanted to get to this week as well. There is only so much one person can do, so I think I’ll just start with some laundry while I take a few minutes to tap out some words here.

In truth, it is all about the extra cup of coffee. Hmm…I think I’ll be a big slug while I drink it!

That was the real reason I allowed myself the time to sit down and write a third blog post in four days, which I never get to do. That extra cup of coffee sitting in the pot was calling my name. I am admittedly weak in the face of this enticing cup of coffee, and feel just a little extra empowered to have the time to sit down and slurp away on this lovely beverage.

Will I get everything done that I need to do today? Probably not…but, I will have had a few extra quiet minutes to myself, having shut the tv off, and hearing nothing but the traffic going by the house, my own tapping on the keyboard, and the cat fussing through the window at the birds on the feeder in the back yard. What a lovely way to begin a day…just the time it takes to drink this extra cup of coffee and sit in peace makes all the difference.

Here’s hoping you all have time for some quiet time with that extra cup of coffee, tea or whatever lovely simple thing makes your morning.


My dishes call, therefore I blog about silly things.

I hate doing the dishes. It’s my least favorite chore of all, and I can hear my sink full of dishes calling to me… “Wash meeeee”…but I have chosen to ignore them in favor of spending time with you guys. I haven’t posted for a while, so I figure I can make time. After all, the dishes aren’t going anywhere any times soon. They can wait a few more minutes.

So, now that I have established that I am blogging tonight instead of doing the responsible thing, what to blog about?  How about silliness? Can’t go wrong there. And, since I’m such a huge fan of You Tube, I’ll be sharing some of my favorite silly videos with you tonight.

First up, we have “Creepy Doll” by sung by Jonathan Coulton, a nice girl who plays a mean ukulele, and the comedy duo Paul and Storm:

Next we have a funny storm trooper video that will either make you laugh out loud or make you want to scrub your eye balls with bleach. I laughed out loud…my humble apologies to those of your who ran for your bleach bottles:

And, finally, here’s one of my favorite silly cat videos. Enjoy!

My kids are my parents’ best revenge

I had to get after Younger Son today, and now I feel like crap. I have told him time and time again how to do this particular chore, and he refuses to do it unless pushed

Facsimile of me pulling my hair out, curtesy of Google Images

and prodded, let alone do it right. Once he finally got going on said chore, I heard slamming of things, stomping around and nasty muttering. I’d had it…that was just the last straw, and I let him have it. I told him in no uncertain terms that this behavior was unacceptable and if he didn’t turn his ship around and sail straight, there would be consequences. He finally gave in, just did his job and got it done. Had he just done it to begin with, he’d have been finished a lot sooner.

Parenting is messy. It’s hard and mostly thankless, not that I think I need any thanks…I chose this. It was my decision to bring children into the world and part of that is following through to make sure they have the skills and knowledge they need to be successful once they get on their own. Teenagers being teenagers, aren’t going to blindly follow directions. They have their own thoughts about how things ought to work, and tend to be very black and white in their views. Things are either wrong or they aren’t…not much gray area. I remember being that way, and I am sure that my Mother has most likey just now fallen down in a giggling heap on the floor. I’ve no doubt that she has a detector that picks up on when my kids aren’t at their best, which triggers a manic laughter reaction. She did tell me once that my kids would be her best revenge on me. Now I find myself telling my kids the very same thing. While I can certainly wait to become a grandparent, I’m sure going to enjoy their kids exacting my revenge on my children for me (Muhuwhahahaha!).

What really chaps my cookies is that I had to be the heavy even when their father lived here. He rarely ever disciplined them, unless it was an extreme circumstance. Otherwise he was just the “good time” parent, and he had a tendency to do their chores for them, rather than make them do it themselves. Less confrontation and responsibility that way, you know.

The good news is that I have really good kids. They don’t get into trouble, they get good grades, and generally do what they are told. As things go, I could have it a lot harder.

Now the storm has cleared off and everything is back to normal. Hopefully things will stay that way for a while. I might take on the responsibility of having to be the heavy, but I sure hate doing it.