The Mother That Just Won’t Shush

Nosey has a friend that he has had for 3 years.  He is a good kid.  Kinda quiet and very polite.  We’ve had him over for a sleep over and not a bit of trouble.  Now this school year he has moved to a different school.  He and Nosey have been trying to get together this past summer but haven’t been able to because of our scheduling.  So last week Nosey calls him and they talk for a while and I tell him to ask him to see if he can come over next week for a sleep over. 

Well the child called last night asking what time to be here.  I forgot about the whole thing.  So I said, put your mom on.  MISTAKE!!  I was in the middle of cooking a big dinner for us, one that I had been planning on for a week.  Chicken fried steak with the whole works.  And if you cook big meals like that, with fried potatoes, rolls and other stuff you know you don’t have time to talk, you have to keep at it to get everything done at the same time. 

She gets on the phone and for the next 20 mins, I am trying to finish everything, while listening to her talk on and on and on about this and that.  She barely gives you time to reply, “Yeah”, “Wow”, “really??”  or “OMG”.  So I am trying make cooking sounds, you know running water, banging the side of the pan, knocking plates together.  Dear God does she ever take a breath?  No.  She is jabbering so fast and spitting out info I know I will never need, nor will I remember she said.  On and On she talked, and it seemed like she could here the pans, but chose not to listen.

  Just about the time the rolls are ready and I am about to yell at the kids to go wash up, and come eat, I am sweating so profusely, there is a break.  The Break.  The one you are waiting for.  I quickly try to explain to her that we are about to sit down to dinner, she starts up again.  By now I am in panic mode.  I know dinner is going to be cold before I get her off the freeeekin phone.  But then there is another break.  Ooohh do I ever scoop it up.  I tell her quickly, “I have to go, but I will call you back after dinner.”  Wheeewww.  But do you think I did?….Ha, not.  I will though try to call her back today sometime.  When I know I have a good 2 hours to listen.  Heh.

Oh, and dinner was excellent. 

Ah, It’s Big September

Yea, that’s right.  It is now September.  Actually, it is now September the 4th.  This time of year is usually a good time of year, if I can actually get past the birthday thing.  Which this year I will be joining the 41 year old group.  Last year I seemed to be having a hard time about turning 40.  I realized then I had to become an adult.  This year I think I am getting ok with it.  I don’t seem to really stress all that much about the weight gain.  Of which there is too much of.  Since my son was born 9 years ago, I have chunked up blossomed out to a wonderful 35 lbs more than my small frame should allow.  And get this.  I am ok with it now.  All my life, I have been on the chunky side.  And there for a while maybe about 3 years, I was ok with my size.  Then of course I got pregnant and just couldn’t take it off.  Course I didn’t really try.  Now I have given up trying.  I do eat fairly healthy and I get enough exercise, but I have been hanging around at the same weight for the last 5 years.  I really am ok with this now.  I don’t see me being the glamorous skinny thin “in” style, so I have to be ok with this.  The cellulite on the back of my short legs is ok.  The extra waist line is “hip” with me.  And the extra boobies are ok too.  I am cool with all this.  I think I am ok now.  I seem to have way too much to worry about right now.  I have much too much to do trying make sure all the wheels roll in the right direction than to worry about a few extra pounds.  So, I guess what I am saying here is,  I am short, fat, but happy.  Other than the few aches and pains that have cropped up in the last year.   However, the one pain is still there.  Sorry Mom, I will get something done, sometime.  Now, I even feel like more of an adult.  Me.  An adult.  Go figure.

 Oh yea, I did on Friday after school, get my 5th day of school pic. 

Midnight Wrecker Calls

Being on call 24 hours a day for 3 different agencys really bites sometimes. Bud, who was sleeping very soundly just about 30 minutes ago, is now on the road heading out to pick up someones car that has been involved in a 10-50. MVA or a wreck for those that don’t speak radio terminalogy. My sweet man works 9 and half hours a day, still has to go to work after he gets off work. This man has my utmost respect. Not only does he drive a wrecker and tow truck for the shop his dad has, he also drives for two sheriff departments in two different counties. Weekends seem to be the busiest times, most of the time he has to go pick up a vehicle because the driver was either intoxicated, or they have things in their car or they are 10-99, which means they have a warrent out for their arrest. Sometimes they are major accidents, or they may be minor ones. You just never know. But it never fails. We can out eating dinner somewhere, or shopping or in the thros of “activity” or sleeping soundly. The pager goes off and off he goes. Really sucks sometimes, but it pays the bills. For this reason, we have 2 different “scanners” radios located strategically in the house that we listen to 24-7. The kids are used to it and I even hear Nosey say sometimes, “you may have to go to work” “been a 10-50 down the road”. I can’t complain about it because I enjoy listening also. I get to hear all the “stuff” that goes on here in our area. So now at 12:17 am on a Saturday night off he goes to load up a vehical, get dirty, go unload the vehicle and come home and try to go back to sleep. Not only is he on call for the 3 agencies, he is also a volunteer fireman for our small, sleepy little town. I always wake up with him and stay awake until he gets back. I just can’t seem to sleep without him beside me. So I will wait and listen to him on the radio sometimes and have him something cool to drink when he gets back. Gotta luv that man of mine.