The last 2 weeks or so have been filled with stress, and I do not care for it one bit. Most things these past two week were not even bad stress, but oh dear. Not for me. I am a woman that is never more excited then when shopping on line and whose favorite movies are the ones with cartoon characters in them… because you don’t have to stress about the ending. There was a time 5 or 10 years ago, where the stress of new decisions and new things thrilled me. I loved the excitement. Excitement is not for a mother of 3. I can’t keep up with the details and it just shuts me down. The only excitement I like these days, comes from the 3 little humans that occupy my domain. They provide quite enough excitement… and noise!
Normally, my way to deal with stress is to cuss at anything that will take it and drink heavily. It works well. Sadly, I have taken this new running (glorified walking with a bounce in my step) thing up. Not sure how I would classify this new “adventure.” A hobby is associated with enjoyment. A sport is associated with talent. Neither are involved in this. So we will keep it in the “exercise of horror” category.
A few weeks back, before the fun of the last 10 days or so, Rusty and I went out to our favorite neighborhood Mexican restaurant. After a particularly enjoyable night, I awoke to my early morning “run” (which took place promptly at 11:30) with a new and somewhat daunting obstacle. For some unknown reason the world would just not stop the crazy spinning action. Most disturbing, it was. Knowing, if I didn’t force myself into my pretty pink running shoes and out the door, I would likely never do it again…. I ran.
About 5 min. in, Tequila began to pour out of every pore on my body. I never realized a human body had so many! I think it is more then safe to say that Jose Cuervo would have claimed me as his own from 20 feet away.
About 10 min. in, the world was still spinning, and a very unsettling feeling started happening inside my stomach and my head.
At 15 min. both stomach content and brain cells were lost. Both were very much wanted and needed, I might add! (Especially the brain cells! I have very few to spare!!)
Anyway after that, um... life changing experience, I decided, that still knowing that missing one single run will likely be the end of marathon (cough, cough, gag, choke) dreams… and also very sure I do not wish to relive my run as an actual human distillery… that this time of stress would have to be handled in a more productive way...
So, I decided to make Disney Photo Books for autographs for our trip to Disney. I thought it would be waaaaay more fun then a blank book to get signed by the characters for the kids. It would also be something different that everyone else at the park wouldn’t have. I figured I could lose myself in doing it for at least a few hours. Ha ha ha. Sadly, what I forgot to factor in is that I am anal and compulsive and a touch ADD. I have now uploaded, cropped and fixed 2600 pictures and have spent close to 200 hours trying to work on the 1st of 3 books. The sanity is gone. I am sure I have killed off more brain cells then the tequila ever could have. While I definitely do smell better and I haven’t thrown up yet, I have cried, screamed, shook the computer, and I am sure my family can attest to the fact that the cussing hasn’t gotten better. Poor Penelope was standing in front of me when my custom page full of pictures got its’ left margin out of whack and I hit “undo” thinking that would fix it. Probably should have saved each of the beginning pages first. 20 hours spent on the first 10 pages… GONE. I actually cried. I cussed. I think I scared poor Penelope. She looked at me like she had just seen the devil himself. Honestly, of the 2 experiences… Running while fermenting and working on this book thing, I can not tell you which one is worse. I still have 20 pages to go on book 1!!
So not cool. So now I am not stressed about life. I am stressed about a picture book. I am less dehydrated but I have blisters, yes… actual bliseters. Who knew moving pictures around a page could be painful?? Lol.
Anyway... this is my book, so far: (I did not take any of the pictures in it that don't have my babies in them... I found them all on line and some of them are really good! Just not mine)
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Friday, July 8, 2011
Life with We3Me
AKA as my husband.
It was about a year ago that I screamed, "HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!" while trying to get over a gate after a particularly painful workout... and Rusty answered with, "Don't take my mother's name in vain, woman!"
After I moved away from the windows (in case lightening was being aimed my way). I exclaimed, "RUSTY! Be ashamed!"
That was all he needed.
The Holy Trinity has taken up residence in my house. Err... a man with a God complex has taken up residence in my house??
It never gets dull around here. We live in the deep south. Do you know how many bumper stickers we pass on the average day that declare, JESUS IS LORD! Rusty without missing a second will comment, "Thank you!" or "It is true!" or "I really prefer, Prince of Peace."
There is the occasional Darwin fish that you see, which prompts the response of, "Repent my child! The end is near!"
It has become quite a part of our lives. I can't help it... it cracks me up everytime.
The other week that horrible church was on the news. They were protesting another funeral with signs that read, "Die Fags! Burn in Hell!" and other horrible grotesque things. Rusty looked at me all perplexed. I shrugged thinking he was equally disgusted. He waited a second and said, "Now that is just stupid. If I hate all gay people... who would decorate heaven for me? Doing an all white and gold theme is very challenging to get just right without making it look like a giant toga party!"
I mean seriously... how do you respond to that without laughing?
We were standing in line in Walmart last week. The lady in front of us was about 300 pounds and was wearing shorts that clearly showed us where her daughter came from everytime she moved/bended/hiccuped. I got lost starring... too traumatized to turn away. Rusty, as luck would have it, saw a track that someone had placed in front of Cosmopolitan. The cover said in big letters, "FEARFULLY AND WONDERFULLY MADE." He pointed it out to me and then giggled as he glanced at the woman in front of us who was crouched over looking at a snickers bar. "See, Even I have a sense of humor!"
About a week or two ago, Tabor asked why the words Jesus spoke in the Bible were red. Rusty responded (to me... obviously not Tabor), "You know, I don't know! I told them I prefer blue!"
We were watching a show about multiple personalities. I said that I just couldn't imagine having more then one person in my head. Rusty said, "Well, it was very busy at first... but now we keep each other company." I looked at him funny. His response, "We3Me."
I was irritated at him the other day, he looked at me and yelled (loud enough to make me jump and nearly choke), "BE GONE SATAN!"
In the kitchen the other night he was starring at the water running in the sink. I kept seeing him blink. I asked if he was okay. "Just turning the water into wine." (Now if he ever gets that one... I may just fall to the ground and wash his feet!)
The other night, we were having a wild thunder storm. Crazy lightening. Rain was falling sideways. Tabor asked about what made rain. I said, "I guess the angels are crying." Rusty whispered (out of ear shot of the kids), "They spend all day with me! What on earth is there to cry about?"
Oh dear. The life we lead. It is really no wonder that we have 3 crazy kids... is it??
What do you do to fix a man who thinks he is God... the Father, Son, AND Holy Ghost?!! I wonder if holy water would have an effect? It would probably boil.
Can blogs have disclaimers? Here is mine: We both believe in the real God, the real Jesus and the real Heaven. Rusty is just crazy and likes to make me laugh. Which for some reason this always does. I swear... it is all about getting a reaction from me and that he certainly doesn't mean any of it. Really.
It was about a year ago that I screamed, "HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!" while trying to get over a gate after a particularly painful workout... and Rusty answered with, "Don't take my mother's name in vain, woman!"
After I moved away from the windows (in case lightening was being aimed my way). I exclaimed, "RUSTY! Be ashamed!"
That was all he needed.
The Holy Trinity has taken up residence in my house. Err... a man with a God complex has taken up residence in my house??
It never gets dull around here. We live in the deep south. Do you know how many bumper stickers we pass on the average day that declare, JESUS IS LORD! Rusty without missing a second will comment, "Thank you!" or "It is true!" or "I really prefer, Prince of Peace."
There is the occasional Darwin fish that you see, which prompts the response of, "Repent my child! The end is near!"
It has become quite a part of our lives. I can't help it... it cracks me up everytime.
The other week that horrible church was on the news. They were protesting another funeral with signs that read, "Die Fags! Burn in Hell!" and other horrible grotesque things. Rusty looked at me all perplexed. I shrugged thinking he was equally disgusted. He waited a second and said, "Now that is just stupid. If I hate all gay people... who would decorate heaven for me? Doing an all white and gold theme is very challenging to get just right without making it look like a giant toga party!"
I mean seriously... how do you respond to that without laughing?
We were standing in line in Walmart last week. The lady in front of us was about 300 pounds and was wearing shorts that clearly showed us where her daughter came from everytime she moved/bended/hiccuped. I got lost starring... too traumatized to turn away. Rusty, as luck would have it, saw a track that someone had placed in front of Cosmopolitan. The cover said in big letters, "FEARFULLY AND WONDERFULLY MADE." He pointed it out to me and then giggled as he glanced at the woman in front of us who was crouched over looking at a snickers bar. "See, Even I have a sense of humor!"
About a week or two ago, Tabor asked why the words Jesus spoke in the Bible were red. Rusty responded (to me... obviously not Tabor), "You know, I don't know! I told them I prefer blue!"
We were watching a show about multiple personalities. I said that I just couldn't imagine having more then one person in my head. Rusty said, "Well, it was very busy at first... but now we keep each other company." I looked at him funny. His response, "We3Me."
I was irritated at him the other day, he looked at me and yelled (loud enough to make me jump and nearly choke), "BE GONE SATAN!"
In the kitchen the other night he was starring at the water running in the sink. I kept seeing him blink. I asked if he was okay. "Just turning the water into wine." (Now if he ever gets that one... I may just fall to the ground and wash his feet!)
The other night, we were having a wild thunder storm. Crazy lightening. Rain was falling sideways. Tabor asked about what made rain. I said, "I guess the angels are crying." Rusty whispered (out of ear shot of the kids), "They spend all day with me! What on earth is there to cry about?"
Oh dear. The life we lead. It is really no wonder that we have 3 crazy kids... is it??
What do you do to fix a man who thinks he is God... the Father, Son, AND Holy Ghost?!! I wonder if holy water would have an effect? It would probably boil.
Can blogs have disclaimers? Here is mine: We both believe in the real God, the real Jesus and the real Heaven. Rusty is just crazy and likes to make me laugh. Which for some reason this always does. I swear... it is all about getting a reaction from me and that he certainly doesn't mean any of it. Really.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
4TH of July slideshow... and random comments on editing programs
I found photo editing!! Hence, the odd looking 4th of July Picutres below, lol. I had waaaay more fun playing with them then I should have. Not sure how to use the photo editing fully, yet... but I loved messing around with it. If you have not found photo editing, I highly suggest trying it out! Too much fun!! I edited a child right out of a picture!! Who knew?? I removed a leg by covering it in grass from next to the leg and added cloudy looking stuff on the edges! SPIFFY!! Im not sure anyone really wants pictures that look like they have clouds on the edges... but I CAN DO IT!! Kind of intoxicating, I must say!! I did learn that wrinkle removal can be depressing... when you realize the difference between what you look like and what you used to look like. Nearly became suicidal at that particular finding... bleah!!
BUT!! Be undeterred!! There are color and dotted effects and fireworks and very dapper red white and blue top hats that you can add... to anyone who happens to be in the picture!! What more can an adult human want?? Now that we get the back end of Christmas and birthdays are about nothing more then getting us a year closer to the grave with ever more sun spots, wrinkles and sagging skin (AND BEHINDS! WHAT IS THAT ABOUT?!! My behind is just a few birthdays from resting on the back of my knees, but I digress)....we can at last erase the sagging with this spiffy eraser looking tool, remove the wrinkles, add brighter eyes and a skinnier waist!! Im sure you could even enlarge your boobs... or whatever area you are concerned with making bigger!! Ureka!! There is a God. He is good!! (Oh! ...and so is photo editing)
BUT!! Be undeterred!! There are color and dotted effects and fireworks and very dapper red white and blue top hats that you can add... to anyone who happens to be in the picture!! What more can an adult human want?? Now that we get the back end of Christmas and birthdays are about nothing more then getting us a year closer to the grave with ever more sun spots, wrinkles and sagging skin (AND BEHINDS! WHAT IS THAT ABOUT?!! My behind is just a few birthdays from resting on the back of my knees, but I digress)....we can at last erase the sagging with this spiffy eraser looking tool, remove the wrinkles, add brighter eyes and a skinnier waist!! Im sure you could even enlarge your boobs... or whatever area you are concerned with making bigger!! Ureka!! There is a God. He is good!! (Oh! ...and so is photo editing)
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