My long awaited return...

I must start with an apology for taking so long from the last blog. I have shoulder problem that can only be described as weird. To quote the doctor, "I think I know what it is but it usually only happens to women over 80." I am awaiting a call to schedule an MRI. They think it is some weird bone growth. Julie, however, thinks that she has it figured out. She thinks that it is a bone disease that is just too lazy to move to the other bones. That might be true--as you know, I have found that the less I do, the less people really expect of me. After all, I have totally given up on being a good mother--I am sure that many things I do will have lasting damage on James. I won't think about that know, after all, tomorrow is another day. (and as God is my witness, I will never eat a root again.)
I went on my mission trip last week and got back sunday around noon. I am not going to ge into details--I will call you if you want them--but let me just say that kids are just not my cup of tea. They said that I would not even notice the not being able to bath thing, but they were dead wrong. That is why on friday afternoon, I broke down and washed my hair with some very yucky water. I am just very glad to be home. On a good note, the doctors that went saw about 175 patients.
Well, friday is the big day. We are going to Mallorca to see Phil's parents

I am sorry for any misspelling. My shoulder is killing me.

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Introducing...

Here is a little number I've had a lot of luck with. I hope you like it too.

FIBER
----Peggy Lee

Never knew how stopped I was up
Kept eating cheese all day
Till I put that brain inside me
That fiber did clear the way

Chorus
Oh, give me fiber
Bulk and roughage
Fiber cause I want to feel light
Fiber, in the morning
Fiber ‘fore we sleep at night

Incomplete evacuation
Make me feel so out of sorts
Feels like something died inside me
Time to try some water sports

Chorus
Oh give me fiber
Bulk and roughage
Fiber cause I want to feel light
Fiber, in the morning
Fiber ‘fore we sleep at night


Meats from yesteryear still bind us
Larded up and feeling blue
Spare me diverticulitis
Sweep me lord, through and through

Chorus
Oh give me fiber
Bulk and roughage
Fiber cause I want to feel light
Fiber, in the morning
Fiber ‘fore we sleep at night

Let me know if I have left anything out and I will fix it.

Tumbleweed Poetry Corner

And now, a Julie Jones original entitled "Julie's Desperation"

Cough, mumble, grumble, sigh.
Your mouth
Always in motion,
Never waiting for your brain.
Why can't you just shut up?

One Man's Demons...

Last night, at dinner, Phil looked over at the backdoor and then looked at me and said, "I can feel air coming in. I need to weather strip the door." I laughed and laughed...
MOTHER STUFF FIRST
Yesterday, I checked James' grades on line--online grade--well, his English/Language Arts grade is 62. Oh, the grammmar I have spouted to The Boy. Oh, the readings I have explained. I told him that it just hurt my heart. So, after seeing the grade, I emailed the teacher to see what I could do. She emailed me and you had better sit down for this because it is going to knock you right out of your comfort zone; she said, (and I quote) that he "tends to be a class clown and would rather make people laugh." It also seems that she has discussed this with him before. Well, I went home to chat with him and one of the arguments he had was that sometimes he does stuff and people don't always laugh. While that really did not hold up under scrutiny, I did have to appluad the effort he must have put into coming up with that. When he got out of the van this morning, he assured me he would keep his mouth shut in science--remember last week and talking--and that he would not try to make people laugh but would instead try and pay attention. Oh and he threw me this little chestnut--he said that if he did have homework or a test, he would try and remember to bring it home. He knows just how to touch my heart.
OTHER STUFF
I need to issue a formal apology. I did not realize that "I Want You to Want Me" was Cheap Trick. I hate that song; I hate Peter Frampton so I just thought that all things I hate must have a common source. Man, I am glad I got that off my chest. As you know, I live in Texas and have allergy problems. I no longer take my 4 shots a week for the problems, not because I got better but because I broke out in what can only be described as a full body hive. Well, I woke up this morning with a big headache--I have taken many many antihistamines and am feeling somewhat groggy. My friend Julie suggests booze for lunch. Man, she is my kind of friend--drunk!
Will--my boo--is reading over my sholder enjoying a piece of chocolate. And now the bear leaves...
Well, I guess I shall close here. I am, after all, at work and should really be using the time they pay me to play Mah Jong on the computer. Hope that you all have a wonderful day.

Each new day brings new hope...

Hello, a rainy monday morning and I am not at home. What is up with that? Well...My weekend brought some interesting things. On sunday, we went to the Sam's club. I went one way, Phil went another and James yet another. When we met back up, Phil had put an 8 bottle wine fridge in the buggy. I asked him just exactly how many fridges he thinks we need? After all, we have a regular size one in the kitchen and a tall skinny one in the garage for sodas etc and now apparently we need another to sit on the wet bar to just hold wine. And I don't want to hear anything about exact temperature control blah blah blah. Than he pointed out that there is one at his office and if he ever brings it home he is going to put it by his chair and keep beer in it. So evidently I have not been providing for all of his cold beverage needs. Jackass...and anybody can obviously see that he is suffering.

The boy got Guitar Hero this weekend. So, for a while I will have a break from "Smoke on the Water." Last night, I heard him play "I Want You to Want Me." I think that is that guy that I don't like--what is his name. Oh, Peter Frampton. I hate "Frampton comes alive." I guess that I shall close here. Thank you all so much for reading and commenting on what obviously witty things I have to write about. I do appreciate your attention. --S

Ah, the end of the day

Well, the end of my first day with a blog. I would like to take this time to reflect back on what this experience has meant to me.
1. Two of my very favorite people sent me comments--yeah!!me.
2. A whole new audience to listen to me; I truely think this is the way God intended.
3. While it did take me a while to figure out the logistics of this thing, prairie dog picture etc. I am happy to say that I am happy.
4. Eventhough I am on cooking strike until I can get some respect around this place, I cooked a good dinner this evening. I hope the people I live with appreciate my kind and giving nature.
5. Phil is yelling at James while James plays the intro to "Smoke on the water" yet again. Man, I am really growing to hate the beginning of that song. Stupid Deep Purple.
6. That last comment, number 5, was really not a reflection of my day but more a tiny window into my world. This, too, is not really a reflection, unless you consider it a reflection on my not reflecting. Whatever.
All in all, I would have to say that I enjoy the blogging.
I will close here wishing you all a good evening as I go yell at my people to stop yelling (man, they make me crazy) and have yet another argument about teeth brushing. Oh the sights you'll see.

Shallow observations...

Well, today has been one of those days. Let me go back to yesterday, when the story really began. When I got home yesterday, there was a message from James' science teacher. When I asked James what it could be about, he said, "Well, it could be something good." I said yea, but it probably isn't. Well, turns out, and you better sit down because this is going to come as a shock to most of you, James can't keep his mouth shut. Yep, seems he blurts stuff out without raising his hands. Granted, the teacher said, James is always on topic, talking/commenting about science; he just needs to shut his pie-hole. T
I hope that you have enjoyed opening day of TumbleweedTalk.