TIME TO GET UP

It has definitely been an odd week. Rolling out of bed, stretching, preparing for the day my wife mentions that it is 02:45am. "Oh no, not again!" ...seems my internal clock has been playing this game with me for several weeks now. But this time it was her that said "Oh Crap!"...didn't take me too long to figure out where she had set her watch when we went to sleep so I just asked flat out...is that 245 dr. Pepper time or standard time? Good thing its a waterproof watch! LOL.

"Where are you going?" she asked as I just kept moving. "To do my pushups and fix oatmeal you want some?" "Sure, why not". And thus our day began. Though I am going back to bed for a little nap.

The week has been like that from the get-go. Monday when i was pushing her wheelchair down the stairs to get her to her dr. appt. I slipped and bruised up my arm good, while she took the blunt of it with the back of her head hitting the steps. Again, Thank the Good Lord that wasn't major. Later that day my pickup blew out a steer tire on my way home from work. Tuesday the starter went out AGAIN in me old ford pickup so I went ahead and got a new one this time gut Wednesday morning it wojldn't engage the flywheel. Had a sheetrocking job and a plumbing job that HAD to be done so I transferred the tools over and knocked it out and came home.

Now that I've had my oatmeal, I'm going back to bed. ;)

Hard to believe this lady has a 50 year old son

(AND NO...ITS NOT ME...I aint nowhere near that old!!)

Sky Diving in Chicago Finally

For a very long time I've thought about sky diving in Chicago and finally yesterday the chance came to do just that. It wasn't as exciting as I had always thought it would be. Mainly because somebody advised me on my way "down" that I should work on a crossword puzzle. It was just the last minute or so that I realized this crossword puzzle distraction had totally robbed me of enjoying the free fall flight that I had so desired. All I could do at that point besides trying to focus on remembering the landing procedure was gripe at myself for spending that whole trip from the jump till the landing prep...working on a crossword puzzle instead of feeling, experiencing, seeing, enjoying.

I woke up from that dream thinking..."Wow. Applicable, applicable, applicable".

The Watched Pot Never Boils.

Reading an old journal note from Nov. 29, 1999 I found an entry that brought back a memory...

"Since I don't have a video or digital camera, here is a word-picture of my kids. I'm standing in the kitchen watching this as it happens.

Just as I was starting to feel like there was hope for my 'determined to be non-domestic' daughter...My 15 yr old daughter was trying her hand at cooking, and relishing the authority that comes with being the cook...catching her 11 year old brother lifting the lid, looking in the pan...she starts chastising him out of there, saying she is waiting for the water to boil
so she can add her rice,.

(she even swings the long wooden spoon at him, it was a classic scene)..he looks at her real puzzled and says...it IS boiling...

She said with that aire of expertise... 'no its not! its just bubbling, its been doing THAT for 10 minutes.'

"life at home"

Back to square one with little Betty Crocker