Monday, September 29, 2008

ready for fall

Spent all morning and early afternoon outside....mowing, using the hedge trimmer on the shrubbery (thank you Monty Python), spreading mulch around the trees and bushes, pounding in fertilizer stakes around all things green, bagging up all the left over shrubbery messes....it's finally gorgeous outside and not all hot and sticky...yay, fall!  Now, I need to get into full supper mode and figure out what to make.  Riley had a long weekend full of band; am hoping she can chill out a bit this week before another weekend of band starts up.  Seems the demands of her life are a bit heavier than they were when I was a mere freshman...I wonder if the schools will eventually stop the pressure or cut back on it somewhat?  Seems it would be a good way to keep kids involved in activities.  But, what do I know?!  :o)  Off to the kitchen for some prep work...

Saturday, September 27, 2008

extremity strength

Off to watch 14 march today...she will spend from 7 am until 12:30 am tomorrow morning with the band...to say it will be a long day would be a vast understatement.  I hope to make her pancakes in the morning (tomorrow) after she has slept in...in a perfect world.  We'll see how that pans out.  Have to bring Mas along today, so that will make the day much more interesting.  Although, I have to admit he did a great job last week watching his sister march for a full day.  It got a little hairy at the end, though, when he started pulling the hair of the Irondale fans in front of us...let's just say they were great people and only seemed mildly perturbed at my poor mothering...'cause let's face it, folks, no matter what's wrong with your kid, or no matter how many hours a day are spent watching your child and grabbing their hands and signing and saying "no" and being nervous because you worry about what they're going to do next, and then they do it, the mother is blamed.  As I said, it makes for an interesting day!  (Insert big sigh here.)  I am close to being at the end of my mothering rope here...if anyone has any great suggestions for how to do everything right as a mom, please pass that info on to me.  Some days it feels I can't tread water for much longer...not asking for a life raft, just more strength in my arms and legs!  That's it for now...time to greet the new day!

Thursday, September 25, 2008

on watching the birth of a memory

Spent a very sad evening with my friend, who lost her husband in surgery.  All kinds of thoughts of my dad's passing were flooding my mind, along with running thoughts of what the right thing to say was.  Never did find the right thing to say.  Watched my friends' granddaughter bop around the waiting area, knowing she was too young to really fathom the fact that her daddy was gone.  Trying to be helpful, I pulled fruit snacks out of my purse in a feeble attempt to placate the little girl, followed by letting her watch Mario jump up and down in my nintendo ds lite....  All I could think of was, someday, when she's older, she'll remember Nemo fruit snacks and Mario and be sad.  Argh.  Watched my friend pull from an amazing reservoir of strength...watched her mom, my closest friend and confidante, be another pillar of strength.  I guess it's true what they say; women are the stronger of the two sexes.  I am sad knowing she has lost her husband way too young, and especially knowing her daughter has lost her daddy.  Here's hoping she will find a way to get to Peace at this time in her life, and hoping she knows how much love surrounds them both.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

weasels

After requesting our fave cabin on the water at Andy Myers' Lodge, we spent the first two nights there in total happiness, except for the long walk up and down the crunchy little rock sidewalk that left us huffing and puffing.  The only thing out of the ordinary was the totally freakish little snoring sounds Howard's buddy was making.  I called him on it the first morning, saying, man, what a strange-sounding snore you've got going on there!  The next morning, Howard told him, you sound like our springer spaniel when we kennel him up for the night in our closet...making all these sad little sounds.  The second morning, I was sitting on the toilet when I heard scratching noises coming from under my feet.  I didn't think much of it, since Eagle Lake laps up right beside the cabin.  Next thing I know, I look down and see this little furry creature, standing on its' hind legs, looking at me like, "What are YOU doing here?"  I gave a little shriek, stood up, and stomped my feet to try to scare it...it ran behind the vanity for a moment, then poked its' head out and gave me another funny look.  I bolted up to the lodge and asked Teresa (camp mom) what was living with me in Cabin 7...she said, ask one of the dock boys.  I saw Ryan in the lodge and said, what is living in our cabin?  He looks up from the fireplace and calmly says, "weasel."  I said, "You know about this?"  He said, yeah, it used to come down to the docks, and they would feed it, but Dakota, the brown lab (camp dog) barked at it and now it wouldn't come down there anymore.  He said he would go get a net to try to catch it.  I go back to the cabin and take out my camera, determined to get some evidence that there was a weasel living with us in our cabin...alas, the creature (camp weasel) was far too fast for that.  Ryan (camp comedian) walks in with the net, sits on the floor, cocks his head to one side and says, "Garlic chips?  You're feeding it garlic chips to try to lure it out to the kitchen?  He doesn't like garlic chips.  He likes bread."  (Of course!--smack head now.)  So, we proceed to throw blueberry bread at him.  He liked it, and came out and ate it, but we were unable to catch him.  During the feeble attempt at netting him (it's easier to net a 32" musky--wily little creatures) he was rolling around in our friend's bedding, then running to our bedroom and jumping 3-4 FEET HIGH to get on our shelves, then back to our buddy's bedding to romp around.  Hmmmm.  Knowing we wouldn't sleep with that creature rolling in the bedding, and suddenly realizing that the weak-a** snore belonged to said weasel, and not hubby's best friend, I suddenly panicked and asked camp mom for a different cabin.  She was nice enough to find us different digs, and I proceeded to haul ALL of our stuff over to another cabin, no small task.  By the time the guys got back, I was fat, dumb, and happy in the new cabin, listening closely for any rustling noises and hoping the guys would believe me. (camp spaz) Of course, they were incredulous...quizzing me and cocking their eyebrows in a funny manner.  Eventually, a stranger from cabin 3 came up to us on Wednesday night, and said he had been down in our old cabin to use the stove, and what was perched on the kitchen table, but a big ol' weasel!  Whew!  He said he wouldn't have slept with it, either!  As far as wildlife goes, we ended up seeing a timber wolf, black bear with three cubs, feeding bald eagles, northerns, walleyes, smallies, and a muskie...but I will probably remember the weasel the longest!

Sunday, September 14, 2008

back to the states

Just spent a week in Canada, fishing every day, not wearing makeup, not fixing my hair, not changing diapers, not making any meals, ahhhhhhhhhh, bliss.  We were unsuccessful in catching a muskie, but caught a lot of nice walleye, smallies, and northerns, had many other wildlife adventures.  Saw a wolf in the wild for the first time ever, saw many bald eagles feeding on fish, and saw a mama black bear with three cubs.  Pretty awesome!  It was a beautiful week and I'm so sad it's over!  It's nice to be back with the kids, though.  Grandma took care of them, so they were in good hands, which made it easier to enjoy ourselves.  I still think living on a lake must be the most incredible way to live, ever.  Got our fill of gravy fries and Aero bars, and started picking up the short-and-sweet Canadian accent, eh?  What an outstanding way to spend a vacation!

Thursday, September 4, 2008

just bein' mom

I'd love to say I've been busy discovering the cure for the common cold, or repainting the house, or building my 10 foot fence around the property....but, have just been "mom" to my kiddos...the youngest of which spent a miserable day yesterday coping with diarrhea.  Yes, more of the Code Brown for me to deal with!  He is back at it today, though, so I am busy catching up.  We are finally experiencing fall-like temps, which is A-OK with me!  Am currently making monster cookies and chocolate chip cookies to use on a road trip we're going to be taking.  Seems to be a nice day to get things done, although I'd rather be outside in the garden or sitting on the patio.  My next order of business is to pack; something I'd rather not do.  I always worry about what I'm going to forget.  Hopefully nothing!  Well, back to the kitchen trenches to scoop out more cookie dough.