Unexplored Territory

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Blah blah blah blah

Nothing new. Life is like usual... kids, work, kids, and work. Don't even really have a lot of time to knit or crochet lately.

Creative juices sucking out of my body.

Oh yeah. And the monthly visitor is here.

Maybe that is the problem. Ok. Just take "maybe" out of the sentence and re-read it.

Bleah. I HATE this time of month. I feel zapped of all energy and emotion because I used all of those emotions up the week before when I was raving crazed lunatic bi**h. Seriously. I told Ace that I do believe I have crossed over from PMS to some sort of super-heightened hormonal state ... some gargantuan mood swing state of mind that nobody in their right mind would ever choose to be around me when I am there.

Have you ever seen the Roseanne episode where they are all trying to deal with Roseanne's PMS? I remember it.... very vividly. I used to laugh about it. Now I don't.

PMS or pre-menopause, who knows? I was blessed to have started these monthly rituals at the age of nine. Nine, people. That is going on close to 30!!! years of this. Seriously, I'm done with it.

I remember when my Mom would have these terrible mood swings, and I would make flip comments like "man... are you going through the change or WHAT?"

yeah. That's not so funny now.

Labels: PMS, ramblings

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

We are the Champions

Ace just won two movie tickets and a gift card to a local ice cream eatery on the radio because he knew that the movie was Armageddon. Or however that is spelled. I didn't think it was ... but it was. And I shoved the phone at him...

And he has a good phone voice... he should be on the radio.

I told you. He wins everything in this household.

We are good to go today. I have to get packed up and get my name on my stuff. I have to go pick up my pictures at Walgreens and run over to Hobby Lobby to get my liquid adhesive ... and some other things.

Kids have their last scheduled two-hour delay today.

And that, ladies and gents, is the update on the boring life of me.

Labels: ramblings

Monday, April 02, 2007

My Old Kentucky Home

I was a high school rah rah, and I never even gave college cheerleading a thought because I didn't have any tumbling in my repetoire.

In this part of the country, when you say the word Kentucky, you think of a few things: horses, beautiful country, basketball, and, believe it or not, cheerleading.

You see, my alma mater, the University of Kentucky, has won the national championship FIFTEEN times. They are a powerhouse in college cheering. Seriously. They really ARE good. And they don't have reps. Or at least I don't think they have reputations.

And the high schools in Lexington are just as competitive. Paul Laurence Dunbar HS, as well as Tates Creek, and outerlying high schools are rabid beasts when it comes to cheering.

And apparently, some television producers have tapped into that market.... the Kentucky cheerleader.

Cheer U is the newest installment, and I *think* it is on Bravo, but don't quote me. Ace and I watch it not for its content, but to see the scenes of the campus, reliving our glorious years on that campus.

And really ... they were glorious. Here's where I get all nostalgic on your butts....

It is a wonderful school, and secretly I will be depressed with a capital D if ONE of these kids doesn't choose it. It is my plan to move back down there someday because I love the area. It holds a lot of memories for Ace and I. For now, we are in a good area. I don't think I would want to raise small children there, just because I don't know a lot about their primary school system.

Because let's face it, when I mentioned those images when you hear the word Kentucky, education isn't on the top of the list. They are getting better, but not a lot.

Where was I ... oh yeah. Cheerleading. If you ever get a chance to catch an episode, it might be worth your time. Or not.

Labels: cheerleading, Kentucky, ramblings

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Well.... hmmm.... let's see

Yeah. Nothing exciting to talk about today. Seriously. My life is one big boring round of routines right now that I bore even myself thinking about it.

Had an awesome time last Thursday getting out of the house and scrappin' with a few of the sistahs. Robin and Julie... what a great time. Kendra, sorry I couldn't get back over there ... but the Queen expected me to pick her up at Upward practice. Go fig.

One last game for Upward this weekend, and then the big night ... Let's Get Ready to Rumble....

Speaking of rumbling, check this gem out from our local docket this morning:

A resident reported that a neighbor at an apartment at 2800 S. Main St. was having a loud party at about 11:30 p.m. Friday. But when a deputy arrived, he found a tenant at the residence was only shampooing his carpets.

That was SOME party!!!

Ok so seriously ... I think this is the lamest post from me in a long time. I don't have anything witty to contribute, no words of advice, no anecdotes to be given.

Let's just chalk this one up to life.

Labels: daily docket, ramblings

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.