Just an Overdue Update

So one thing I really don't handle too well is being vomited on (unless its by me on myself and its totally self-inflicted...)

So, Dalton's got the flu. Not sure if its the media overhyped H1N1 virus, but possible. Noone is testing for it anymore because its expensive and once the results come back, kids are already back to school. If the media wants something scary to talk about, call me, I have a whole list ready. So, yes, I got the full on flu vomit bath yesterday...followed by the bloody nose sheet change by the healthy other child...and overall yucky bodily fluids not being contained very well. I called about renting a HAZ MAT suit, but they were all already all out on loan (due to a DATELINE epsiode the night before about microscopic dangers in your kitchen).

So, just an update:
1. We sold our house. YIPPEE!
2. We are buying another house... YIPPEE!
3. Emerson is going to the pumpkin farm tomorrow.
4. Dalton is staying home.
5. I will have roast beef...just kidding...it just seemed like the next logical thing to say.
6. Ana ships out in a week or so to Cynthia's back 40.
7. I am actually sleeping at night (except being awakened to be vomited on).
8. I think my friends have already forgotten me.
9. I bet if I vomit on them, they will remember me, but may not like me too much anymore.
10. I love fall.

I am going to bed...

Where the hell have I been?

I know you are all asking the above question along with me...Okay, with every one's sanity at stake here, I'll give you the super-quick, super-revised, super-fast version, because a shower is an absolute necessity today and I have a very short window...

So, to sum up what's going on...here's the cliff note version.

1. Emerson started Kindergarten.
2. Dalton started 3 year old preschool.
3. Dalton won't potty train and has convinced me its chic to wear diapers to college. Keeps saying "tomorrow". My ultimate procrastinator.
4. Dalton can climb out of and back into his crib faster than a speeding bullet...(yes, he is still in one...see #5).
5. We're moving to St. Louis.
6. Emerson is taking karate. He's earned his uniform and white belt.
7. Dalton is going through the terrible 3's.
8. Ana is on stall rest from a leg injury and is just overall pissed off about it.
9. Bentley is almost as big as Scarlett...and he's 6 months old. Can you say 90 pounds plus?
10. I am realizing just how much crap we have after touring the moving estimator through our house...how many trucks will we need?
11. Need a buyer for our house here.
12. Need a buyer who wants a barn cat with the house...(and some days children too).
13. Would like one night in a hotel room by myself with room service, good wine, a good book, some good sleeping pills, a mask, earplugs, dark curtains, and a "privacy please" sign down a "quiet area" wing...even for just an hour...
14. Lots of exciting things going on...hanging on to this roller coaster and loving the ride!

Okay, so, it took a bit, but I think I'm back in the saddle for my blog. Now that you kind of know where I've been (really, nowhere new physically, but kind of scattered mentally), you're all caught up!

My Sweet Pony

So...I rode my horse today. No, really, this is a big deal since she has been a full-time yard ornament for the past few months. How great to just hop right on and have no fear or feel the need to have 911 pre-dialed on my cell phone.
So, we didn't do alot. She's fat. I'm fat. It was just one of those, let's get to know you again rides. (And, you could stand to lose a few LB's). We hacked around and worked on some walk work and a little trot work. Arena footing a bit off so we were taking it easy. Plus, she had half her hoof drilled out (kind of like a bad cavity) so I think she's a little tender footed on her left front. Anyway, it was so refreshing to be back on my pony. I only realize how much I need her in my life once I get back on her. I'm a whole new person (and almost two with my recently multiplying fat cells).
Anyway, it was nice to get back on...

How Do YOU Describe Friendship?

Well. I'll answer my own question. A friend in my opinion is someone who:

1) is there when you need them
2) would pick you up and drive you home no matter the time
3) will always tell you that you're right (unless you're disagreeing with them...)
4) will NEVER betray you

And that's all I have to say about that.

We Caught Him!

So, last night J set up the trap to catch our allegedly rabid fox complete with old Christmas garland to cover and camouflage the steel box. Armed with smelly sardines it was only a matter of time before the poor creature would wander in and then...SLAM!

Well guess what! This morning the trap was squealing and rocking...and hissing and scratching...we caught our own cat.

Oh well, better luck next time. Sorry Smokey.

Oh...the DRAMA

Okay. So, I know it's been a bit since I've wowed you all with my words of wisdom. Actually, it was more I was having a hard time letting go of looking at the Bentley in prime blog real estate when I logged in.

So, what's going on. Dogs are good. Nobody's eaten anybody lately. Have a sick kid...that totally sucks but at least vomiting has been limited to twice and fever coddling with meds and cold cloths is totally doable. What horse?... All is well.

Sad about Farrah...always admired her and thought her beautiful. May you rest in peace and if you have a chance give Bandit a pat on the head for me.

What's with Michael? That was odd. Don't have much of a public opinion about that except I did perform a group talent show number to "Beat It" in Elementary School. Oh, and "Man in the Mirror" was some lame pre-show number I did for some beauty pageant...(oh, I didn't just admit I did a small handful of those...oh no...) Okay, so a rest in peace to you too, but you don't have to pet my dog.

I'm thinking about my dear friend CE who's going through some trying times.

What else. J thinks we have a rabid fox in the neighborhood. Here's where men and women are very different. I open the phone book to the government listings and look up "wildlife". J meticulously sets out a trap baited with horrific odorous sardines. And just on a sideline here. Have you ever smelled those things??? I thought something had holed up under our house and died three weeks ago the stench was so awful. I came out of D's room after 20 minutes of sleepy rocking only to have my nasal passages assaulted. J came in and said "can you smell it?" Smell it! I think I need a bath now. Anyway, how anyone in their right mind can put those smelly little fish (they are fish right?) on pizza is an absolute atrocity! It should be banned. Anyway, so J puts the sardines where they should be - in the trap (in fact that's what they should be marketed as - BAIT) and we sat outside partaking in spirits awaiting the arrival of the rabid fox. Clearly, he hasn't come yet or I would be writing about that, and I gave up to come inside and blog away. Anyway, kind of funny. J is in for the hunt...I am not. But, I will say, I did check the trap first thing this morning, and will surely beeline for the backdoor to check it tomorrow morning...You'll be sure to know if we catch something...or I'll be back on this blog in another 3 months or so...just kidding... ; )

Our New Bentley

So, last week for Mother's Day, I drove 2 hours to go pick up our new 2009 model Bentley.
Ours doesn't look quite like the picture above.





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