So today was a total waste of makeup!

I got up earlier than I wanted too... hitting that good ole snooze button 4 times and then extending my wake up to 30 minutes later by resetting my alarm.  Finally I get up and I get ready to go to my appointment.  Face washed, make up on... hair done, and looking good I might add.  Clothes on... WITH jewelry and off I go.  I get to the light where I turn to reach my destination and that is when I receive a text that says..."I need to reschedule."  Not a phone call but a text!   WHO DOES THAT!?!?  I mean if you know you are not prepared, call the day before, don't wait and do it 20 minutes before the appointment.  Now, I have a wasted day ahead of me, and I could have stayed out of town longer!  Rescheduling needs to be done and the rest of the week I will have company! So pissed. 

Too Much to know what to do with myself

UGH!  I lost my password to my blog account and then they changed everything thing and it is complicated!  I thought about changing my blog to a different place, but "ain't nobody got time for bronchitis"!  Sorry couldn't resist!

So much as happened and all if it note worthy, but I have no idea where to begin!  The thunder game?  My mother being sick?  Getting a new storm cellar?  Moving my daughter, trying to figure out both my boys!.... Oh well I can write about all of that in due time... but for now, I will be toying with the new settings of this blog and see if I get a handle for it.  If not, I might switch... who knows!

Also, I have decided to say the word that pops into my mind even if it is wrong!  I wonder how many people will look at me wierd.  (Like you are now)...

As for now, I have to hit the hay!  Tomorrow is a big day for me...  I am going to see if the plans for my daycare look anything like what I would like to have.  I am sure it won't, since in reality, I have no idea what I really want it to look like from the outside.  So until I can sit down with a complaint or a story... adios!

Seriously...

Whitney Houston died.  She was a sad pathetic slither of who she used to be.  She has been hard at it for 10 years with drugs, alcohol and partying.  She has missed gigs and got fired from gigs for singing the wrong songs at practice. She picks fights at clubs and she got booed off the stage during her last tour because she couldn't hit the high notes, claiming 'her soprano voice was not wanting to show up'. Some of them actually left during her show. Why do I keep reading about how wonderful she was.  She was a has been and died as a has been.  I am over it!  Let's focus on more important people that actually do important things with thier lives... thier ENTIRE lives!

Ready ..... Set......

Now we are discussing the daycare options.  We are signing another contract tomorrow for the land, and the final proposal for the loan is going to the bank this week.  Everything hinges on that.  I still toy with NOT opening a center, but that feeling seems to fly in and out and only appear once or twice a week, mostly when I am so tired!   If everything goes to MY timeline... with two weeks I should have my blue prints!

When you say good-bye



The Kid during their first
 summer at the house



We sold our house in Guymon and WHAT A RELIEF!  Such a weight off the shoulders of us poor people!   It was weird to walk through the house for the last time.  I did it in silence and I swear I could hear so many memories of the kids growing up there.  I heard the kids doing the dishes while speaking in french and singing the theme song from China Beach.  I remember them sitting at the table and helping each other pick out their next years school courses so they could be in each others classes.  I especially remember the food fight the boys had in the dinning room with mashed potato and gravy plus ketchup!  I can see the house full of the youth group and screaming kids while watching a scary movie at one of their MANY movie parties.  A stain in the den floor reminded me of when Ryan split the entire bowl of hot sauce and looked at me as if he thought his life was over.  I remember having the large family Christmas tree up in the formal living room and watching and listening to Tanner & Kye, 14 and 15 at the time... singing "Could this be Santa" from the veggie tales, while waiting for Kyes dad to pick him up.  I remember all the times Katie had all the cheerleaders over at our house for 6 years straight practicing the tryout routine using the big window off the patio for the reflection.  I remember the big parties the kids would always seem to have in our backyard and how no matter how many pizza's I ordered, it was never enough! I remember Matthew running all around the house, making it impossible to catch him when he was in trouble, and all the birthday parties he had there.   So weird how the house speaks to you when you say goodbye. 

It was a great house to raise my family in.  We were all blessed to have had that house, those neighbors and that town for that time in our lives!