Mimi's crazy thoughts

Really God, Me?

2010-05-08T13:58:00.002-06:00

Poor Nana fell really hard this week. Fortunatly she didn't break anything, but she is in a lot of pain. Doctors orders: REST...it's gonna take 2 or 3 weeks She is unable to stand up without assistance, bathe, get in and out of bed, etc. Obviously she needs a lot of physical assistance, and it is my pleasure to to assist.

But me, really, me? You know me, the one who can't walk a straight line, has trouble getting out of a chair, loses my grip on just about everything, trips and falls.....Oh I don't know once or twice a week, and all the other instabilities that MS brings.

It's like a comedy/sit com over here! Just close your eyes and try to imagine. Me lifting and helping her without killing her! To that I say

Really God, am I the healthiest member of this family to do the job?

"Throw together" with Mimi

2010-05-03T13:34:00.001-06:00

It's dinner time and I have'nt bought groceries in..........I'll just say a while. I cannot get take out again so time to get creative.

There's

Throw down with Bobby Flay,

and there's

Throw together with Mimi

(This is Mimi's crazy thoughts)

One big difference is that I "throw together" with odds & ends in the fridge and pantry! So, what can you do with:

1 can ranch beans, Olive Oil, and always misc. spices

Leftover brown rice, 1 cooked ear of corn(white), Tillamook cheddar cheese, Jalapenos, sour cream, 4 flour tortillas, 5 corn tortillas.

Well you start by throwing the ranch beans, brown rice, cumin, cilantro, garlic powder, and a couple of spoonfuls of leftover "stuff" from my twisters Indian taco at lunch.(I knew I should keep that for some reason) into the food processor and.........Whala, pate ala Mimi.

Now a little olive oil into the skillet and quickly fry up the flour and corn tortillas.

(At this point Nana enters the kitchen & asks if she can make cornbread. Another story another time)

Spread "pate ala Mimi, kernels of white corn, cheese, sour cream & jalapenos onto tortillas.

Oops I didn't salt tortillas, so to continue with my healthy entree, grab salt shaker and shake, shake, shake! I wish I had some green onions. Oh well

Throw in oven at 375(w/ Nana's cornbread)

It was fabulous! I debated about the corn, and actually I should have used more it added the perfect little yum! Sorry no pics, but we really enjoyed it.

Throw together(or throw up) w/ Nana next time!

TTFN,

Mimi

In the spirit of Mike Coursey

2010-04-14T20:27:00.005-06:00

This was written in a book titled "Beyond Combat" about my Uncle who died when I was a baby. I have heard his story hundreds of times, but this time was different:

Yesterday morning I was sitting at my computer ~~needing~~ wanting to be left alone. Another rough night, sick of having M.S., and NOT wanting Nana to read me one more thing, this is what I heard:

The pulpit and altar were in place; the organ had been dehumidified and was in excellent playing condition; there were pews for the men, built by volunteer labor from “Charlie” Company.
For the occasion I told the story of Mike Coursey’s conversion:

Mike Coursey had been a medic with the 70th Engineers at Fort Campbell. He was endowed with an abundance of personal magnetism and charm. He played a guitar better than the average instrumentalist and kept everyone in his barracks “swinging.” Mike was friendly and generous, always ready with a smile and a dollar for a buddy whose budget had collapsed before payday.

He was built like a halfback, if perhaps a little light, but he made up in spirit what he lacked in brawn. I first met Mike during the fall football season of 1964 soon after joining the 70th Engineer Battalion at Fort Campbell. Each company was forming a touch football team for some friendly competition. Since I had played football in high school and college, I decided to join the games and get acquainted with some of the men.

Being the battalion chaplain, I was assigned to headquarters company and so was Mike Coursey. At practice each afternoon I became well acquainted with him and the other teammates. Mike attended the Sunday chapel services infrequently, but he was always willing to help out any way he could.

Ten days before we were scheduled to leave Fort Campbell, Mike went swimming with some friends in a nearby town. He dived into shallow water and broke his neck, suffering an injury that left him paralyzed permanently from his neck down. My reaction was a stunning shock. What a tragedy! A young man in life’s bloom with such potential! What a shame! But after talking with Mike as he lay motionless in a hospital bed I changed my mind.

The young soldier was from Oklahoma. Before coming into the Army he had been active in his church but in the barracks he lost interest in spiritual matters and began drifting from God. When the doctor broke the news that he would never recover from the accident he was bitter and despondent, but not for long. Soon his heart began to sing. He was actually thankful, he said, for what had happened because his relationship with God was dramatically reestablished.

"You know, Chaplain,” he told-me, “I wouldn’t trade spots with any man in the world!” With tears in his eyes he continued: “The Lord has made Himself more real to me through this accident than I ever believed possib1e. A lot of these guys in here are propositioning God. They’re telling Him that if He’ll heal them they will straighten up and live for Him. But you know what? Whether the Lord raises me up or not, I’m going to tell others about Him and His love if I have to pay someone to push me around in a bed for the rest of my life. Being healed is beside the point. I just want other people to know Him the way He has revealed Himself to me.

I listened, fascinated, as Mike continued:

There are times here at night when it’s quiet and I’m wide awake that I feel like bursting with praise and joy. The presence of Jesus Christ is so real I can hardly contain myself. Don’t pity me, Chaplain. And tell the boys not to feel sorry for me. I wouldn’t trade what God has given me for anything.

The men in adjacent beds listening to Mike that day were deeply moved. So were the men now listening to the story in a Vietnam combat zone who like Mike, were facing death and injury in battle.

On Septernber 19, 1965 we held our first service in our little house of worship. I recounted to a full house the story of Mike Coursey, relating the spectacular experiences of the Apostle Paul in Acts 9 to that of the soldier from Oklahoma. I stressed the point that God uses different means to bring men to Himself and confronted the men with this question:

“What would God have to do to bring you to Himself?”

My groaning & complaining promptly stopped as I tried to hide the tears streaming down my face

Just another uneventful week-end

2010-03-28T21:55:00.003-06:00

I kept saying the rain gutters were'nt right -

I finally stopped it was'nt worth the fight!

It became obvious the roof had to be re-done

And a new skill for Chris sounded like fun

hmmm......

Good lesson: Never use a circular saw to cut ceiling tiles on a glass top table!

Oh well, I wanted a new patio table anyway hee-hee!

To blog or not to blog

2010-03-23T12:04:00.001-06:00

The thoughts in my head are great...
     But Nana's requests cannot wait!

Patience and kindness are waning
   And sadly I see I'm complaining!

The good things I have in my heart
    The words on the page I can't start

There's a season for everything you say...
    The season to blog.....NOT TODAY!

uck-a-muck-a

2010-01-26T01:01:00.001-07:00

Tonight for dinner I made an "uk-a muk-a"
Many many years ago I created uk-a-muk-a #1. Over the past 28 years I have created quite a few of these! Some have become regular meals in our home. Some have never again re-appeared! Need I say more?

Basically an uk-a-muk-a is a meal that comes about when:

I've been gone all afternoon,
Have nothing planned for dinner
Have'nt been grocery shopping in a couple of weeks
I have to come up with something good, really fast

Tonights dinner was.....lets just say different! We'll see if it's any good. Lance is an honest partaker! This is a combination of brocolli puff pastry(made the batter last night but didn't use) chicken, garlic, green chile, mozzerella and cheddar.

For now, here's a picture.

My life......... funny?

2010-01-21T02:29:00.002-07:00

Tonight as Lance and I were having a very "normal" yet somewhat opinionated chat regarding cabinetry for our laundry room. I was somewhat perplexed as Amanda & Chris were obviously amused as we worked through a few disagreements, very peacefully I must say.
Yet as they left they chuckled and said;
"You guys could be a sit-com"
The scarry thing - they arent the 1st ones who have told us that! I don't get it. hmmm........................................

Organizationally challenged

2010-01-14T01:28:00.001-07:00

I've been attempting to get my house under control. I'm not the worst, but it's pretty bad! I'm just disorganized. I've been researching, studying trying to figure out how best to fix things. I have purchased storage boxes and different containers etc., and I have began finding what needs stored what needs to stay visable, what can go to the basement, blah, blah, blah. I have several boxes filled and labled, I really am trying but Due to symptoms from M.S.

1. I'm slow
2. I get distracted from one stack to the next
3. Nana requires alot of attention
Then tonight my lovely husband in response to my asking some stupid question, made the comment "yes it will be great, IF it gets done" He's not a natural "encourager"

That being said, I'm stepping out of my norm and screaming .............."HELP"
I'm soliciting advice, help etc., from ANYONE who might read this and feel so inclined as to lend me your knowledge.

I don't think this blog is read by many, but just maybe it might appear before some sweet soul who can read my call of desperation in these words I write.

Favorite shirt

2010-01-12T13:51:00.000-07:00

My husband has a favorite shirt that I must be honest, I don't really like. Sometimes I will toss it aside when I am doing laundry and "oops it didnt get washed this week", or hang it waaay in the back of the closet so maybe he won't see it. But he always manages to find it. He opens the closet and it's what he's looking for, if its not there he might even look in another room until he finds it! Then when he finds it and puts it on everything is just........better
What makes a favorite shirt, a favorite shirt? or a favorite pair of jeans or sweats, a favorite pair of jeans or sweats? I think it just feels right, it's comfortable. You feel good when you have it on, you can take a deeper breath, fall deeper into your chair, snuggle in and truly relax. Would'nt you agree.

Well that's what I want to be - my husbands favorite shirt!

Everyday....EVERYDAY!

2010-01-04T10:49:00.004-07:00

She barks, and barks, and barks, and barks and won’t stop until I go

Away from whatever I might be doing, and open the back door

(You know the one - with the DOG DOOR in it!)

I open the door and call her name, but Queen Maya doesn’t budge

She doesn’t get up, dare make a move or even look my way

She only comes in the 2nd time, this game she likes to play

So I close the door and wait a bit and again it all begins:

She barks, and barks, and barks, and barks and won’t stop until I go

Away from whatever I might be doing, and open the back door

(You know the one with the DOG DOOR in it!)

I open the door and in she struts no need to call her name,

Queen Maya comes in glances at me and happily walks away

Lays down for awhile but not for long, she likes to play this game!

I’m sure the neighbors hate us, this has been going on for a year

I keep going through this stupid routine, at least 20 times a day

I have to keep on playing this game so the barking they won't hear

I don’t know what else to do

Her morning games end

When Nana’s begins

Ding ding ding

It’s time for round two!

Love, joy, peace.....was a jolly happy soul??

2009-12-24T21:13:00.000-07:00

Love joy peace patience kindness goodness faithfulness, gentleness & self-control, the fruit of the spirit of God, thumpity thump thump, thumpity thump thump, look at frosty go.......!! (the tune is the Fruit of the spirit song from Pastor Tim's CC) this has been all day in my head, on my tongue - Ahhh...Have I finally gone over the edge?

Christmas

2009-12-24T20:59:00.003-07:00

Next year WILL be different. Hello anyone there?

Life

2009-12-09T00:31:00.000-07:00

I recently ran into one of my childrens elementary school teachers. She talked about how she is retired and totally enjoying life. How wonderful that is! How envious I am. I don't know how to obtain that one. Sad and ashamed to admit, but I can't remember how long its been since I really enjoyed anything, much less life. I have so much for which I am sooo greatful, yet I am miserable. This has got to change. How you say? Beats me.

My heart leaps for joy

2009-12-04T21:01:00.000-07:00

Psalms 28:1-9

Praise be to the Lord, for he has heard my cry for mercy. The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and I am helped. My heart leaps for joy and I will give thanks to him in song. The LORD is the strength of his people, a fortress of salvation for his anointed one. Save your people and bless your inheritance; be their shepherd and carry them forever.

Bubble bread

2009-11-26T02:06:00.000-07:00

The excitement burning through the phone lines tonight...

"You are making Bubble bread arent you"

I quietly reply "no?" Total silence paralizes the telephone line

I have everything to make it, I just figured nobody....

I don't know...it wouldnt matter

"Yes, of course I'm making Bubble bread!

It's Thanksgiving! what time do you want it?

Sighs of relief are heard as their breathing resumes!

I then ask my other children, "what time would you like Bubble bread?"

"Bubble bread! Really? Yay!

God please may I never forget

the joy I get simply by being Mom

Truly crazy thoughts today!

2009-11-25T15:10:00.000-07:00

I feel pity....such self pity Full of pity, Self pity today! I suggest you stay far from me today (too bad it's not: I feel pretty, oh so pretty..you know the one! I would rather be singing that today) Is it justified you say? (whoever you are anyway) Yes I think so, and I'm sure you would agree! No I don't feel pity, scratch that, I like this better!

The mind is a funny thing

2009-10-11T23:28:00.000-06:00

my mind is like a conveyor belt that is moving really fast

and all my thoughs are dumped in an unorganized heap. The rest of the conveyor is empty and might be assisstive in organizing the overflow of thoughts.Taken ambien and now I'm pretty almost gone So maybe tomorrow. gotttta do 2 more excersizes then I;m gggggone!

2009-10-04T09:51:00.000-06:00

Why does getting dressed have to be such a daunting task!

Prickly pear heaven?

2009-09-24T02:28:00.001-06:00

(Yesterday)
I was so proud of myself - not only did I knock on a strangers door, introduce myself, & get permission to harvest her prickly pears! (something I did NOT want to do) But I got my gloves, bucket, tongs, and Evie of course. She found this to be very exciting since apparently Pop had once told her he had made jelly with prickly pears. So off we went - teamwork at its best! I would pick and place them on the ground, and my Evie would take her tongs and place the lovely fruit into the bucket. A great time was had by all.  When Pop arrived home from work we were proudly telling him of our accomplishment, when we hear "they wouldnt let me help" from my Nana, my 87 yr old grandmother. I was unaware she wanted to go. My wonderful husband says "then get your shoes on and lets go" So back we went. Thats the Pleasantville version
Here's my version of Desperate housewives
(Today)
3:00   Waited way to late to start juicing prickly pear
4:00   Nana wont quit about wanting to go to Walgreens when I say "OK!!! you win!" As I slam down my masher and grab my keys. To walgreens we go
4:45   Stop and get fried chicken for dinner so I can get back to juicin them PRICKLY pear.
Get home get Lance his dinner and Rx I picked up
5:00  Start boilin and mashin
ooops its workout night Lance & Grant, I gotta put music on for them in the basement
Got it...ok back to mashin.
Ok music blaring and Nana turns on the news, not loud enough? No prob just turn it up
5:30 quick humor moment change song on playlist to "stuck in the middle with you"
10:00   I'm done - not really but I'm done
10:30 Lance gets candy bar and sweetly kisses me and says gotta go to bed now - I sweetly kiss him and say "sweet dreams"   - - - - NOT!!!!
11:30 Wont go into details, but I'm cleaning up and I'll just finish tomorrow........then it happens
     A GNAT!!!! Yes out of the bucket of remaining fruit.
I was pushed to the edge of sanity last year, with a Gnat situation (thank you Chris)  so needless to say the gnat/s in the fruit bucket was all it took. No sleep until all the fruit is boiled, mashed, and put up.
Gee I'm glad Lance had this great idea to make prickly pear jelly!!
Oh yeah I forgot, sometime between 6 and 10 my temp crown fell out

Ding dong!

2009-09-16T09:10:00.000-06:00

I woke up singing this morning:

Ding dong the witch is dead
Which old witch
The wicked witch
Ding dong the wicked witch is dead!!!!
I've been trying to bury that ole witch for months! Yipee -

Living in the crazy world of M.S. I celebrate whenever I can!

A day with - lets just say a day

2009-09-12T20:02:00.001-06:00

My mind is racing with so many thoughts/laughs/sobs/rages/etc. I either let them spew out onto my accepting, no condemnation receptacle, or I may have many regrets! So here it goes.

Mimi's mental potluck!

First off - no more typing corrections, MS has given me clumsy hands, so deal, or not its up to you. whoever "you" may be. I'm really not a negTIVE CRanky person, well I didnt usedto be. I hVE TO be honeswt here, I would bet if confronted with the question, most all who spend time with me would very heartily say cranky wins!

For the few concerned...or just curious

2009-06-08T23:46:00.000-06:00

Hello my patient faithful friends. It's been a couple of months since I have shared a thought or 2, probably a very good thing as my thoughts are very unstable as of late. Up & rolling one second, then before I can accomplish something POOF they either decided this lady's caraazy, and hopped on the next flight out, or I put them somewhere for safe keeping, because those were thoughts I really needed to keep. Whatever the case Ive been a bit overwhelmed. And in case you didnt know this - I get stressed out about being overwhelmed, then mad because I need to put on my big girl pants and just deal! Which bring me to the next issue at hand....... "BIG" girl pants, big girl shirts, big girl bras, Oh and of course Big girl, Oh lets just BIG mother of the bride who must wear a BiG MOB dress! Ive been down some lately, health issues are quite consuming, but Im dealing - there are some heavy burdens to bear with my personal extended fam - So Im a little worn out, a little overwhelmed, a little tense trying to keep on top of the wedding to do lists. But then today - I let my emotions RULE at the dress shop ....1st dress: i literally got nausous - I knew I was not looking to great these days, but please no!! Dresses 2&3 just more of the same. then around 4 I found one that will do, got my measurements and I dont feel I'm gonna make it through the rest of the order. Im there with Nana, Katie, & Amanda. Th at might help with the visual It gets worse, but Im done typing. Short ending: ordered the dress, got my measurements down, I don't remember feeling so disgusted and ashamed of myself, then the sweet lady needs to ask me a question as she starts writing up the order, Unfortunately thats when the dam barring my emotional tycoons broke - Yes in Alfred Angelo bridal shop at uptown! Lets just say I was keeping my hopes up for devine intervention like just take me away, shoot me or something. But I survived - got my ulcers flared up a bit but should be better tomorrow. Thats about it for now Im exhausted Nitey Nite

2009-04-16T11:09:00.000-06:00

God said He won't give us more than we can handle.........

Maybe He's gonna give me more handles

For 45&up females only!

2009-03-26T09:01:00.000-06:00

I can't finish washing the breakfast dishes without stopping to catch the streams of saltwater running down my face & neck, as it approaches my eyelids with the intent of resting inside my eyes! GIVE ME A FREAKIN BREAK! It's 47 degrees outside and I've got the back door wide open.

Would some experienced middle adged women please tell me: Is this a hotflash?

The day my mixer died

2009-03-10T19:45:00.000-06:00

(To the tune of "American Pie-aka:The day the music died" yes I'm a dork!)

A long, long time ago...I can still remember

How my mixer went the extra mile....

Everyone knew if I had the chance.....I would make my mixer dance..
And they'd have yummy treats in just a while.....

But Amanda’s rush order made me shiver.....
We had to hurry a cake to deliver....
Bad news during the buttercream..could this be a bad dream...

Everyone laughed at me when I cried..
As my mixer released its final shrill sigh...

It hurt me me Oh so deep inside....The day...my mi-xer died.....

And now I'm singing:

Bye bye my old cuisinart died
Went to Mexico for Thanksgiving, Mixed cake in the woods
Staci's wedding cake....and Evie's Dora cake too.........

Oh...I can't believe my little mixer died

I can't believe my little mixer died

I need a Leanne!

2009-03-05T21:13:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I woke up to the piercing BEEP of my answering machine
Sneezing, sniffling, and holding my pounding head, I trudged down the hall to the kitchen,
Coffee, tissue, tylenol and grabbed a phone and fell onto the couch.
UGGG I feel horrible - I usually just ignore and keep on going but UGGG I can't do it today
(phone rings again...another msg., I can't talk yet, it'll have to wait)
blah blah blah blah -
I know....I need a Leanne(in case you were unaware, a Leanne is a verb)
UGGG I feel lousy

Amanda wakes up to find me under a blanket on the couch, sneezing & coughing, blowing my nose, Oh and did I say coughing?!

She then steps up and proceeds to take charge! Goes to the grocery store, buys me cold medicine, makes me take cold medicine, takes care of Nana, makes me sit back down, prepares, serves, and cleans up dinner - I felt bad for just sitting there, I kept apologizing to her for everything she was having to do for me- - -
It was then that I realized......I have a Leanne!!!
Ok not a Leanne, but an Amanda(thank you Amanda)

I also realized that I couldnt have a Leanne, because I would feel guilty for making her do stuff, AND we would constantly be arguing about who was going to do what, so.....
I guess one Leanne is all this world really needs anyhow

No wonder I never accomplish anything!

2009-03-02T10:04:00.000-07:00

I really need to change my picture
I don't have any new/acceptable pictutures of myself w/kids or just myself for that matter
I get up to get my camera
I notice the dust on my shelf
I already have dustrag in hand(don't ask)
So I begin dusting shelf
See cookbooks Hmm..I've been wanting to make apple fritters
No, I'm gonna sew
Why am I over here anyhow
Oh yes dust, No no no I was getting my camera
And actually I'm supposed to be calling Kyle because Nana stepped on and crushed her hearing aid!!

Oh 1big accomplishment for me -
I have this problem of not wanting to eat, sooo I put a case of slimfast in my backseat, and I drank it on my way to p/u Loni breakfast a

On my way to Kyle's (hearing aids)

Cyberspace vs. Good ole Mom.........

2009-03-02T06:21:00.000-07:00

Nana loves to watch Dr. Phil, and lately Ive been hearing alot about the dangers of what you post online, and how once it's out in cyberspace "it's always there"! How, depending on what kind of things you post of course, come back around one day and bring at the very least some real embarrassment for you.

Well, lets put good Ole Mom up to the challenge.

Last night I answered the phone:

(me) Hello

(other end of phone) "I'm just wanting to sing this song for _________ and record it so I can sent it to him, and it sounds like crap!" bang bang bang on the piano, and then I proceed to hear Olivia Newton John's "I honestly love you" being sung and played on the piano.
It was a pretty good rendition of the song and very impressive piano playing, only one real problem.............
IT WAS ME!!!!
It's an entire cassette tape of me singing and waaaing over a boy I met on a summer trip to Oklahoma!

Compliments of Good Ole Mom! I can't wait too get ahold of that tape!
So, which could be more embarrassing: Cyberspace or Good Ole Mom?
Might just be a toss-up!

So much to say......

2009-03-01T19:46:00.000-07:00

maybe later

Now for the truth

2009-02-24T22:27:00.000-07:00

A picture says it all (or at least most of it)

Ode to coffee

2009-02-24T08:14:00.000-07:00

The long and winding hall
That leads to the coffee pot
I'm almost at the end
Approaching my caffeine source

Many times I've staggered down
This same dark hall before
And many times smelled the aroma
That brings me back for more

But then theres times like now
I DIDNT SET THE TIMER!
Don't get to stand right here
I'm late & gotta run out the front door!

(you have to sing this to the Beatles: Long and winding road to get the full effect - come on I know you want to)

How can one little guy..........

2009-02-16T09:52:00.000-07:00

Climbing up the back of my legs.............make me feel sooo special!!!!

Thought for the day...............

2009-02-16T01:18:00.000-07:00

I believe I want pie...
I believe it will be cherry cheese pie,

I think about it every night and day
I'll grab my fork and run away

I believe I want more
I won't be fittin through that open door

I believe I want pie...

Thought for the day

2009-02-14T19:12:00.000-07:00

How many hours a day do we waste all because of food

M.I.A.

2009-02-13T22:55:00.000-07:00

Oh where Oh where has Mimi gone,
Oh where oh where has she been?

2009-02-13T22:11:00.000-07:00

My wonderful friend tried to warn me, but they already found me

::: BREAKING NEWS :::

In 2009 the government will start deporting all the mentally ill people.
I started crying when I thought of you. Run my little crazy friend, run!

And then I smiled.......

2009-01-20T08:36:00.000-07:00

Every step an effort this morning

Going potty shouldn't be a big deal, should it? I can't get up! Come on legs lift....1--2--3 go------Nope, try again, 1-2---and so on. Obviously I survived, just next time you sit on the lovely porcelain seat that I know you have, rejoice if you don't spend 5 minutes trying to lift yourself off of it! Ok I need coffee, O goodie no filters(can you hear the sarcasm?) blah blah blah---

I decide to share my negativity with the world(like anyone is gonna see this anyway) turn on the computer, have a seat and I'm ready to complain.................then I smiled, how can I grumble and complain when this is plastered across my screen staring back at me:

Thank you Jesus for my Evie! She reminds me to say that when she sees the angel in her room at Mimi's. Since she was very tiny we have a little routine we do at nap time, ending with her pointing to an angel I have sitting on top of a shelf, and I would say: that's the angel that says thank you Jesus for my Evie. Now she's again reminding me again (I see her putting her little hands on my face and can hear her sweet little voice saying "Mimi, mimi) So again I say "Thank you Jesus for my Evie!

Thought for the day........

2009-01-18T14:22:00.001-07:00

What do you want? Really want....not money, not world peace, I mean yes those are grand thoughts, but today, right this second what do you want?

I want to walk

Just the other day...........

2009-01-16T09:58:00.000-07:00

a few seconds in the mind of Mimi - rewrite!

2009-01-15T12:47:00.000-07:00

The thoughts are swirling and whirling through my head faster than I can think them! like in the movie "What women want" where Richard Gere is walking down the street and all he can hear is hundreds of womens thoughts:
I gotta get up, I gotta get up
Ahh coffee & amphetamines soon i'll be rollin
Oh man its time to p/u Loni
wheres my keys
I need to get dressed, should I get dressed? no I'll just grab a jacket
what if my car breaks down, I better grab my cell phone
what ever possesed me to make beans for dinner last night?
Man I wanted to excercise before I left Oh well later, no neg no neg, afflicted in everyway but not crushed, perplexed but not despairing, yes I will attempt to say nothing negative today Okay I really gotta go........................................drive drive drive, maybe I should go by and check on Staci, shoot I forgot Evie's coat and blanket, I don't wanna go by without her blankie, oh well I'll call her later and go by, what a bad mom! I should go, no later oops no neg no neg!
(driving up menaul passing morris) hi sarah hi boys muah!
I will be in better shape by July - I hope the rooftop will be safe for the babies - hmm I wonder how Katie is today, we had fun watching idol last night, it was so good to see A&K laughing and being so silly.......................i cant forget to schedule lance's appt, gotta go to walgreens.............

American idol anyone?

2009-01-14T14:47:00.000-07:00

Yea BeniBoo thumbs up!

Maybe today?

2009-01-13T17:21:00.000-07:00

"Thoughts of a middle aged woman?" .........................well, maybe tomorrow

Time well wasted

2008-12-02T11:26:00.000-07:00

Time well wasted...more like Time wasted. I have to figure out a way to utilize my time more efficiently. To do this I'm going to keep track of my day:

8:30am rise and shine

stagger into kitchen and pop some pills hurry to potty
back to kitchen to get coffee
put some dishes in dishwasher
Nana distraction
take a can to the laundry room
to the computer for some christmas shopping
dog barking - go feed dog
get more coffee
back to comp for shopping
shop shop shop
slow computer run scanner
wash dirty kitchen counter
try to shop still running scanner

10:15 go to bedroom to begin dreaded getting ready for the day

mess with hair
look in closet - nothing to wear
ok there are plenty of clothes just nothing that fits(gotta figure that one out)
spend a good 20 minutes putting on a fat squeezer(now I'm tired)
lets try the pants now - I got them on, just not buttoned - yet.

Go sit at the computer and start blogging about wasted time, allowing my pants to stretch just enough to get them buttoned - yippee!!!

Make more coffee
blog some more - my hands don't work so good anymore(thank you MS) I should look into a program that lets me talk to type that would save a lot of time

It is now 12:07

Note to self:
don't forget to talk to girls about a baking day

Gimme a break

2008-12-01T13:19:00.000-07:00

I started this whole blog business as an outlet for me to express myself, to myself, for myself. A simple little journal of my life, past, present and future. My thoughts, dreams, struggles etc. It could be a simple way for me to get stuff off "my chest" without being accused of being "hormonal", or not feeling well, or cranky, or my all time favorite "just being mom - you know, too sensitive. So far all I have done is stare at my profile and totally stress out over the simple word: INTERESTS!
I dont have any! For 27 years I have been a SAHM, now all my children are grown.
Yipee!! Break out the good stuff, it's time to party. Right?
I guess this is called "empty nest" Not exactly empty, My life is still crazy as I am caring for my 86 year old grandmother, but different...yes different

http://www.tastytreatsbyamanda.blogspot.com/
http://www.sloansburg.blogspot.com
http://posterofagirl-deaddisco.blogspot.com/
Nana is calling so I gotta fly. I'll get it together eventually