D@$#!

Stupid Computer Screen is wigging out on me. I don't know what is a real color ~ example: yesterday Joel asked me if I really wanted my background hot pink. I said, it's dark red. He said, "Not to the rest of the world."

It is so dark sometimes I can't see anything!

This being said, a new screen will arrive on Friday. I will leave loving and adoring comments to each and everyone of you soon. Well, just as soon as I can see your blogs again. Sigh. I miss you so much...

Kourtney, You are in charge.

Stop Thief!

Ahhh... I hate life lessons.

Jack's bike was stolen last night. Man, is he bummed. He's 8 and just doesn't understand why someone would take his bike. He feels personally attacked and I am aching for his hurt.

As I drove the boys to school, I had to play the Mom Role. Started out with a comment like, "This really sucks. It hurts to have someone take your stuff." And then I closed with, "I know you won't ever hurt others this way."

I am really pissed off right now.

(apologies for the language, but that is a cleaned up version.)

I'm going to take my bike back t'nite and get him a new one.

Make sure you lock up your goods, friends.

triple threat

have you ever been blogging and suddenly

realized your house is much quieter than it should be?

we're talkin' ~crickets~.

this just happened.

my entourage converge as

the "triple threat"

in search of a home where an authority figure is not too poor to PAY attention. (My wallet filled with parenting bucks has been empty as of late.)

As soon as I noticed the lack of chaos, the front door flies open and in walks Luke armed with information. Turns out my buddy, pal and sweet, sweetest sweet neighbor friend Jess has kids at her home already, but she'll give the Entourage a call when the guests leave.

UGH! where is my responsibility?

Dear Jess, I do not send them down.

They escape.

Thank you for always being kind to their invasive behavior.

Love, Kris

I need a fenced yard.

Real Medicine

Yeah. They woke up right after I posted and haven't gone back to sleep since. But I did. Had myself a Dr. visit.

3 prescriptions, a hefty jump in my thyroid dose and days of sleep, I am beginning to feel better. Experienced what I consider to be a near mental breakdown. Nothing a Xanax won't fix... but I am still not functioning in a normal manner yet.

Turns out it's all on account of my no good thyroid..... Not sure what this means, so if any of you nurses or Dr.s out there can explain, many thanks will be in order:
I guess my TSH level is at 37.4 so they are upping my armour thyroid prescription from 120 to 180 mg. Here's the kicker, we can't get any Armour Thyroid in these parts right now. (Don't know the particulars.) So one of the pharmacies I went to gave me 24 30mg pills. That was all they could spare. Only 4 days worth of medicine. sigh.

I've tried Synthroid and it has failed in the past. Does anyone have any suggestions? Luke is getting to used to my new calm persona of "Mommy-on-Meds". If I react coherently to any misbehaving, he's quick to ask, "Have you taken your pill?"

reality bites hard.

Really? I mean, REALLY?

What is going on? Witched Wednesday. I stepped on this family home last night




And had this





freak of nature land on my NOSE while taking the showered cell phone to Sprint. That's no buzzing, baby bumble bee, folks.
That there is wicked Aunt Wasp.

If it wasn't for my ninja-like reflexes I may have been hospitalized. I still may need to take a visit. Realistically speaking, the kind of hospital with rubber walls. Ya know, the bounce house.

I am jinxed. Can anyone provide an exorcism this afternoon?

Really CRAP!!!!

Ok. I was cleaning out the pool and had the house phone out with me. Somehow, water got in by the battery and now it won't turn on. (No. I did not drop it in for a swim)

So, I go to grab my cell to make the ever-so-important call to Kourtney. (We chat about the most important topics.) Can't find it. OH YEAH...... I had it outside while I was weeding yesterday. To make this short, the lawn has been watered and my NOT waterproof phone took a shower. No screen. Sporatic beeping. $%&@*!!!!!!

I need a water proof phone.... sigh.

No phones. At all. I'm dead. Anyone have an old Sprint phone they don't need anymore? I'll make you a sign from SIS.... It could read "Kindness begins with me and how I connected Kris".

Good Karma. :)

Crap. crap. crap.

I've lost my Spark

I want to be shocked.

I need a jolt to blogging, as I am currently suffering from brain farts and lacking enthusiasm to continue this time taker.

Can you shock me into staying?

Can an old friend say "hey"? (Anna, Gabby, Shannon, Parri, Tammy, Zann, Amy, Kelly, T, B.... to name a few) I want to know what's up with you! Or a new friend could say "yo."

Do you have a question about ANYTHING that might spark my interest?

Do you know of any great Giveaways or the funniest blog you've read?

Share, please. And for friends whose blogs I haven't been to in awhile I'm coming around.

I can't wait to read what you've been up to.

Reality Check

I think I need to be grounded from the 'puter.
I started asking myself some questions which I tried to answer truthfully (I like to lie a bit to make myself feel better) regarding household chores. The answers were sad sad sad. Even when I distorted the factual response with one that felt a little better.

How long has it been since you mopped the kitchen floor? Less than forever ago.
Do you realize that you actually DO have a mountain of laundry to launder? I am so glad we are blessed with enough clothes.
Why can't your family eat at the kitchen table? it is so nice to be able to complete an order for SIS and monitor the snackage intake of my entourage all at the same time.
Why is it important to know the minute a comment is made on Living Realistically or Saying It Simply? Someone may NEED me...

This is just the beginning of my Reality Check. I am in serious trouble here. That being said, I will not be in blog world until Friday. I am an addict and I may falter, but for the good of these four walls that protect our gaggle, I am putting down the keyboard. Come back, to me friends. Please. You are welcome, Wil, Jack, Luke and Kate.

Too much on my mind...

While straightening up the pantry yesterday, I came across a bag I had misplaced more than week ago. A bag of grated cheese. GRRRRRRRoss!
After finding cheese in the pantry, I began wondering what else I must be missing but have not realized the loss due to the fact I have too much on my mind as of late.

With a goal in hand of retrieving lost items, I started looking in the Quick-Pick up~stuff the stuff ~ hide the junk locations.

This is a sad state of mind in which I reside.

• frozen rag in the freezer (I remember wiping the freezer down~the phone must have rang. I am easily distracted)
• A bag of rice in the linen closet (maybe I thought it was a buckwheat pillow?!?!? It's possible)
• Kid scivvies (clean and folded) in the dish towel drawer (note: clean and folded ~ and since I HATE putting away laundry, this seems to be a step in the right direction just not the right location)
• Craft paint in the spice cabinet (while making SIS stuff, I am often using paint and spices at the same moment)
• An apple (this was gross, too) behind the nuker (I just don't know)
• Sewing needles under a magnet on the fridge (they weren't on the floor)
• A box of cereal on the game shelf (shape. size. I think this could be argued to be an acceptable mistake.)

I have to stop or I may die from mortification.

This has given me a new Lower the Bar opportunity. Instead of putting the mislocated item in the correct place~ I am just throwing it away. (ok the cheese and apple... OBVIOUSLY) Who knows how long something has been sitting waiting to be found.... Ummmm GoodBye. Junk In the Trunk no more.

extra curricular activities

Went up to Kate's room because the giggles were just, you know, too happy.

Feather's.

Flying~ floating~freely falling.

WHY? I asked.

Because they had seen this:

on TV.

Where did the feathers come from? I queried.

From here:

On Kate's Bed. But only four squares. Not all of it.

Why didn't you guys do the whole thing?

You always tell us to save some fun for later.

I asked.

I had told them to FIND something to do while my attention was occupied in business junk. I didn't expect them to try their hands at redecorating~ My bar is lowered. Maybe too low.

Rise and Shine

What time does your alarm awake you? My gal pal, Angi cracked me up with a realistic analogy that bites you awake with baby teeth. (figuratively speaking, of course.)
You must click here to enjoy a new visual with words on the ol' standard time piece.


Thanks, Ang! Lovin' every minute of it!

I SHOULD BE FIRED

Really. My reality bites today.

Waking early with hope that if I check blogs and email in the a.m. I will free my day for my real job... domestic diva. But when I decide to quit blurking (or any of these terms I enjoy) the mountain of household tasks overwhelm me and I keep sitting, keep clicking, keep typing, keep reading to avoid my job.

JOB? When do I receive a paycheck? Has anyone figured out a salary base for this profession? While writing my to-freakin'-do list, I begin feeling like polygamy might be worth looking in to... having everyone take a specific job for a week and then mixing it up in hopes of keeping household progress fresh. (not seriously, folks. I was just thinking about it.) So many, many to-dos...

However, if this was a job with a real paycheck involved and I had a yearly review. I SHOULD BE FIRED. My performance as of late falls short of employment stability.