My Top 10 Things To Hate (because dislike really isn't strong enough) About Halloween

1. Teens who announce they are too old to dress up and trick-or-treat at the beginning of the month and then change their minds late the night of the 30th.

2. Face Paint.

3. I'm going to be a dog, no a princess, No a dog, NO I MEAN I WANT TO BE A CAT. I TOLD YOU THAT ALLREADY!!! (some of you may recognize the demon dwarf here.)

4. Face Paint. On small children, their clothes, my floor. Check out Jules's page, she does a great job with face paint...

5. My house is a mess of costumes and candy for days before and days after.

6. I am crappy at applying Face Paint.

7. People who think scaring little kids is funny. I want to take their names and call them at 3 AM and let them calm my hysterical children.

8. Dressing kids at 7 AM because they have to have their faces painted for school.

9. School parades and parties, I am never on time and I am usually in charge, and always someone sends their on the verge of death child to cough on my baby, because they LOVE babies!

10. Getting older each year.

Nunya

So last night I was on the phone with someone who shall remain nameless, and they were quite objectionable to my choosing to not be surgically sterilized. I know how many kids I have, I know how much they cost and I am acutely aware that I am not doing what some might think is the best for the kids I have by having more than a couple. But I am doing the best I can and am trying every day to make sure they are all healthy, fed, dressed, and know they are loved. We may have our problems but all in all I think we are doing fine. And if I want to have 20 kids, or even 30 kids, I think it is MY business and no one elses. I have enough to cry about without help feeling like a failure. Have a great day!

The Really Not Great Day

Today was a fun day. I started out so tired I couldn't stay awake. Prince Charming kept talking to me waking me up and making me REALLY mad. Then I thought Sam's Club opened up at 9:30 but it was 10 so I wasted time sitting in their parking lot for 30 minutes. I did finish a book and fed Tiny so it wasn't a total waste. Then I came home and learned how to make a cute blanket that a friend made for another friends baby shower. The only sad part about this is that my house was a HUGE mess. I did enjoy time with my friend getting to know her a little better. Then I took a project to the Jr. High, the wind blew it around though and it was all tangled, just another little bright spot. Then I drove all the way to JoAnns so I could see if they have their stocking patterns in yet, I have done a counted cross-stitch stocking for each child and I don't have one for Lone Ranger or Tiny yet. And I have to LOVE the pattern because it usually takes a year of working on them. After getting there I remember that I left my purse at the house. I drive back home and go in to get my purse, I can't find it, I wonder if PC has hidden it from me so I won't spend money, and then I find it, in the car. I don't have time to go back before getting dwarf 2 from school, I am picking her up because she needs maxi pads and I always get the wrong ones. We get home and the phone rings and it is Moody letting me know she has diarrhea and she thinks she has leaked through her pants. I go to the elementary, it is always a fun zoo there. I come home and ask everyone to do their chores, then I tell them, then I yell and finally, I shriek. They sort of start moving. But only because I promise to take them to the pumpkin patch if they get done soon. Then I find that we are out of garbage bags, I go to the store to get some. I am gone 20 minutes. I get home to all my kids but Moody running out to the car, they are screaming. In itself this is not abnormal. Today it is what they are all fighting to get out of their mouths first that is horrifying, Moody called 911. 911. My house is a mess, I haven't showered since Sunday morning, I am tired, so tired, and all my fighting kids are about to be introducing themselves to the happy officer who is coming over shortly. I call to let them know we are fine and don't need them, they say okay but I know I only bought myself an extra 15 minutes til they get here. After Officer Blue Eyes see's that we are fine, the kids start telling me their version of what went on, and basically Moody didn't think 911 worked with several other numbers dialed after the 9 1 1. It does. She hangs up on them, so they call back. She tells them she and I live here alone, she doesn't know her address or where the mail is kept so she can tell them her address, oh and she tells them she is 7, you all know she isn't. Lets just say the night didn't go well.
I showered finally, and I shaved my legs even though I was waiting for the tub to be usable, I looked like a man, seriously it has been about 5 weeks. It was not pretty, tomorrow I'll get some Drano for the hair clog.
It's 11:36 as I type and I still have 1 child in my bed. So I am going to move it and then sit in bed watching TV and eating the pixie stix I got for Halloween!

And one last note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY JULES!!!

Night night.

4, I love that number

The photo tag where you open your picture folder and open the 4th folder. Find the 4th picture and post it for all to see. Then tag 4 more people.

This is my cute nephew the day he was born.

Kellys Tag

My friend Kelly was kind enough to remind me that I had yet to respond to her tag earlier this week, so here goes.

I am........a person, sometimes.
I want........to figure out what I am doing.
I have........a lot of things left to do.
I wish........I knew what the future held.
I dislike........getting older, it isn't as much fun as I thought it would be when I was younger, I don't EVER get to do what I want.
I fear........my family dying.
I hear........my daughter talking and the PBS show with the talking dog, no clue what the name is.
I search........for my shoes, everyday.
I wonder........if I will ever feel like I have accomplished what I was sent her to accomplish. Because sometimes it is so hard to know.
I always........wash my hands after using the bathroom.
I usually........am still tired when I get up in the morning.
I am not........skinny anymore.
I dance........when no one can see me except my kids.
I sing........all the time.
I never........eat raisins.
I rarely........lie. What's the point.
I cry.......all the time.
I am not always........on time.
I lose........my mind daily.
I am confused........about why teenagers do what they do and think that their parents don't understand anything, or know when they are lying.
I need........to have more faith.
I should........shower.
I dream........about changing the things that are wrong in my life, finding the courage to do those things, and having the time.

Okay, I am tagging the usual, Amanda, Jules, and Allyson, because other than Kelly, who sent this to me, I don't know anyone else.

QUIRKS

I have been tagged!



RULES:



Link the person who tagged you

Mention rules on your blog

Tell about 6 of your quirks

Tag six fellow bloggers to do the same

Leave a comment to let them know



I am not sure I know how to link to someone. http://www.littlelukers.blogspot.com/ I did it!! Okay I had a little help from Amanda.



I don't believe I have any quirks. I believe that the rest of of the people in the world are far too relaxed. That being said, I will try to come up with 6 of my best qualities for your reading enjoyment, and possible emulation.



1. Pears are supposed to be pink and green when bottled. I find this to be normal but it was just pointed out to me that it isn't. I assume the rest of you eat your pears white I just can't comment on that because it would be considered rude. I will tell you that I have never had a white pear because when my grandma was pregnant with my uncle she was bottling pears and their whiteness didn't look appealing to her and she started adding coloring to them. I think white pears look somewhat like pear shaped blobs of shortening or, oh I don't know, lard.



2. I like to sleep closest to the exit of a room. I like to face that exit. This way I can see who is coming in and I can get out fastest in the event of a fire or break in. Or both. Also I can get the the kids faster when they are screaming, crying, coughing, vomiting, etc.



3. I make sure my kids are not dead several times in the night. I have been known to wake them up before just to make sure because they weren't breathing loudly enough. His Royal Highness mocks me for this but I think the 7 living kids are proof positive that I am doing something right. Besides, I know I am not the only one out there that does this.



4. I have a problem with meat. Veins in chicken, fat, bits that are definitely not meat in hamburger. I try to avoid hamburger MEAT myself but I do make it because my kids do not share the sentiments with me. I don't think fat or veins need to be elaborated on. I also do not think fruit and meat go together, not fruit sauce on the steaks, orange on ham, none of it. This being said, I like my steaks to be seared on the outside and bloody just under the searing. As P.C. says, mooing.



5. I drink soda for breakfast. It's a great habit and I suggest you all take it up. Doesn't matter what flavor you choose, diet Pepsi is great for a normal day and I would recommend Dr. Pepper for the days when you have more planned or a large amount of stress. I like to think of the soda as my whiskey for the day since whiskey is a bad way to start things out. (disclaimer: I do not consume alcohol as much I might like to somedays.)



6. This one is a toss up. I would share with you that dead people don't bother me. Bodies are just that, bodies and cannot hurt you. HOWEVER, I have many friends who would vote for me to talk about my inability to do anything without counting. I love to count. I count steps, every one of them, I count swallows of food and drink. I count deodorant swipes. A couple days ago I bought some fabric and counted the times the lady cutting it flipped the bolt over to remove the fabric and the times her scissors opened and closed while cutting it. I refrained from telling her she should make one more cut into thin air in order to get to the right number. The right number can change on any given day but is almost never odd.

Okay, that is it. I hope you all find this list to be helpful to you in your daily lives. I have only 4 friends I could tag and one tagged me, do I tag her again and let her try to come up with 6 more of her own quirks or just tag three and be half a failure rather than a third of a failure? Lets tag her and see where she goes with it.

I TAG:

Amanda
Allyson
Jules
Kelly

Good luck folks. Have a great day, I am off to the car!!! GO ERRANDS!!!!!!

NPS

I went to NPS yesterday. For those of you unfamiliar with NPS, it is like a huge yard sale. Sometimes you can find fabulous deals and sometimes you find nothing and wonder why you spent the time and gas to go. I haven't been for a really long time but I wanted to find some cute Halloween decorations for cheap. As I typed that word, cheap, I realized that with only 10 or so posts I have expressed my cheapness more than once, that's a little embarrassing. As usual when I shop with The Dwarf Formerly Known as Grumpy and now, appearing for this one time only performance as Devil Spawn Dwarf, I want to leave the store and throw myself under the nearest moving wheels. Yesterday she wanted beef jerky. Her sister Dwarfs got beef jerky for their emergency kits for school and I told her we would get some for her the next day. NPS is not somewhere I would normally purchase beef jerky. She started making noise within the first 5 minutes. She needed beef jerky, I PROMISED beef jerky. She began her chant, "why can't you just listen to me? Why can't I have beef jerky? Why can't I have beef jerky...." You get the idea, imagine the chanting sounding something like a drug addict who has been deprived of their drug of choice for long enough that they are just in auto mode chanting their need over and over. This is what I took to the store, a beef jerky addict. I finally found beef jerky for her and handed it to her asking if she could possibly be quiet now, she said yes, but that was a lie.

The Lone Ranger began throwing his binky a few minutes after the jerky fiend was silenced. After the first couple times Devil Spawn picked up the binky she began taunting him with it. He began to scream. It all went downhill from there.

Before it got horrible I made a beeline for the checkout only to find out that the mechanical pencils I was hoping were way cheap were actually 99 cents for three pencils and a lead and eraser refill. I couldn't buy them, I had found ten packs for 25 cents not too long ago, 99 cents was about 89 cents too much for me. As I told the cashier no I didn't want them, I noticed the pencils had names on them, you know like Sandra or Karen, names no kids have these days, and then I saw them, the package with MY name on them!!!

Of course I bought them. My own pencils with my very own name on them. No little dwarfs to steal them. I walked to the car on a cloud. I buckled in Tiny, The Lone Ranger and Devil Spawn, fed them some candy, and drove home with my pencils, my very own pencils.

What a GREAT morning!!! What a beautiful day!!! I should take Grumpy, Tiny and Lone Ranger shopping again!!

Friends

This weekend is General Conference. I love General Conference. I love to listen to the talks in my nightgown, usually still in my bed. All the kids are much better behaved than they are on a normal Sunday and they usually sit and listen with me. Tonight Prince Charming is at the Priesthood session with my dear friends husband and my father. Prince Charming has never gone to the Priesthood session before. I have no words to describe how thankful I am for a friend who cares for me enough to make sure my husband is where he needs to be tonight. I hope P.C. is enjoying himself and listening to the words of our Prophet and filling his spirit with the truths being taught. I hope this is what's happening. So my grateful moment will be for my friend. I have some really great friends. Thank you for all you do to lift me up when I feel like I might not make it another day.

The B.J.W.C.

In our neighborhood we have ALOT of Jehovah's Witnesses that stop by. My neighbor Jules is the only person I know who talks to them. I mean she really talks to them. And it isn't like she is looking to find a religion, she is perfectly happy with the one she has, she just really likes these people. A couple weeks ago they came by and she told them that she was never going to join their church, but that she really enjoyed visiting with them. As I recall her dad said she was leading them on and her husband didn't seem to get why she would want to invite them for dinner. I don't get it either. I hardly ever answer the door for them. They ring and ring, and knock and ring some more, but I don't want to be sucked into a discussion on religion with strangers and so I usually ignore it. The one time I did answer for them they asked if it was a bad time, I was clad in a nightgown and holding my newborn, trying to keep my toddler from escaping. I wanted to ask if they thought it was a bad time and also did they by any chance notice the No Soliciting sign posted clearly in the window. I was polite though and said that it was a bad time and tried to shut the door before they got their little magazine through but no such luck. I threw it away for them.
Anyway, Jules really likes them and they came to see her again today. Maybe they think there's hope even though she told them there wasn't, maybe they want a dinner invitation. I wonder if they would like her as much if she started calling them The Black Jehovah's Witness Chick?