Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Those dreams again
This one had my husband and I driving down to Tennessee for some meeting that I had to attend. There was a point in time when tornados were touching down all around us, but they were wispy looking. Nothing serious. He and I traded places (he was driving but got tired), so we traded.
Then we stopped at a cheesy hotel. The kids were with us.
We started off the next morning, and it was Robin with me instead of Ace. She watched the kids for me as I attended a meeting on top of a mountain in the Smoky Mountains.
Robin didn't want to stop; she wanted to drive all the way back home. So we started off.
Then Ace slammed my chair into my desk, woke me up, and that was it.
Didn't I take an oath that I would wake up when the alarm went off?
Thought so.
posted by Knitting Maniac at 7:12 AM
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.
The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.
The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.
The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.
As if he could endear himself ANYmore to me
Those phone calls you hate getting ... and a phone...
It's like they are speaking to me, man
Dreams
Making a choice
The new toy
I Heart Drake Bell
Come on .... you all be jealous now
Sucked into the white trash tornado
Seven bottles of beer on the wall...
4 Comments:
Dude, you so need to start getting up and not dozing back off. That was pretty weird.
yeah... you need to call me when you haul yourself out for your walks.... of course, if Ace can't kick my a** out of bed, I shouldn't expect someone six hours from me to be able to do it, too. ;)
Mer- I now have the "boobie ball" in my possession. Have had it for several months now. Well, my son and his friend decided they would "play" with it tonight. It became a boobie basketball. Well, at first I thought they needed to leave my possessions alone. But when it hit my old picture and it did not break, well I decided they could use it and that we needed a few more of those around here. So I am putting in a request for about 6 of those soft little balls for my son and his friends to shoot into their indoor hoops. Works perfect and doesn't hurt a thing inside. Maybe you could leave off the nipple though. But it was a funny conversation piece with them.
Julie, you flipping crack me up, woman!!!!
You let me know what size you need for those balls, and I can crochet some up for you. That will be a lot faster than knitting them.
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