Time to plug my digi scrap blog

Well this is my blog, so I really can do anything that I’d like on it (insert evil laugh here).
Kolor Scapez Konvoy is leaving the station today, well later today, I doubt that everyone else is up this late uploading their things. This is a surprise blog train, so you only get sneak peeks at what you are downloading, cool huh. You can find my part on my scrap freebie blog Fallen Angel Scraps.

Up the stairs, down the stairs, down, down, down

I spent yesterday upstairs packing the kids rooms. I tried having them help, but they of course, didn’t want to get rid of any of their toys. SO I played the go play on the computer card, and left me with just the little one up there for company.

My lovely husband kept calling me the whole time I was up there, and I kept running up and down the stairs to get the phone. Why didn’t I just take the phone upstairs you may be asking, there is a really good reason for that. With everything else I had upstairs, and the state of my children’s rooms, I’m pretty sure that it would have gotten packed in a box or thrown away! Much safer to leave it on the charger downstairs. I wouldn’t have minded him calling usually, unfortunatly he laughed at me every time I got to the phone just as the machine was picking it up.

As I packed each box and sorted through all of the toys attempting to find all of the pieces that went with each other. I realized that, my kids have WAY too many toys that have multiple pieces. I mean seriously every toy up there goes with something else and who knows where the polly pocket shoes are. Those things are so damn tiny they get lost way to easily.

I have found the Barbie clothes though. YAY! Maybe finally we won’t have 30 naked Barbie, Princess and Bratz dolls laying around the house. Or maybe they’ll have clothes on for those first 5 minutes after I walk out of the room. I’m going to go with the second one just because I know my girls.

I was packing the farm in my sons room, and there were no animals around it. I had to wade through my daughters’ room and then search through his basket o toys in the living room to find the animals. I thought I had found at least most of them till I started on the girls room. Guess those will all just get thrown into a box of their own.

As I started to carry some of the boxes that I had already packed downstairs I kept singing a song that my middle daughter made up when she was 2 and we were going on walks. It goes “Up the hill, down the hill, down, down, down. ” Now I did change hill to stairs, but I still think that this confirms my theory that packing is driving me nuts, and my husband really just needs to hire someone to pack the rest of the house.

I think that I fixed it

I changed some things around, and I think that the comment issue, or rather lack there of comments, is fixed. If not, I know that some of you will let me know

Gotta love Indiana in the spring and summer

I love my home state. I love the cornfields, the sight of farms dotting the landscape. How flat it is! Didn’t realize that I loved that till I spent yesterday in Cincinnati with all of those hills! I love the Colts, and the Pacers, and of course Indiana basket ball and the Purdue Boilermakers!

The one thing that I could live without is the weather here. We go from 30 degrees to 70 degrees the next day. We really don’t have a spring, it seems that we go straight from freezing our butts off to full blown summer complete with humidity.

Anyone who has ever lived in Indiana can tell you that if it’s humid, it’s going to storm. And not just a little storm, Oh No, full blown thunderstorm. They just randomly pop up all over the state, and it seems more than likely exactly over my house. Take the other day for instance, my loving husband calls me to ask if I had changed the tire on the car yet (another blog post for another day right there) and I told him no because it had been storming all day. I guess at this point he looked outside his office and informed me that it wasn’t raining and it hadn’t all day. Now the problem with his reasoning is that he is 30 minutes away, and in this state, he might as well be in Florida because the weather can be different on the other side of the county here. Heck my town has 12 streets north to south and it was pouring with standing water in the street on 3rd street and on 8th street where our house is, it was sprinkling. Tell me how that makes any sense.

When I got up this morning it was pouring, there was thunder which was making the dog go nuts, and of course me yelling at the dog to be quiet so I could at least get a little bit of time to myself before my house went all crazy. All of the kids woke up, and complained about the rain, and I sat there listening to them knowing that it was going to be another long day with them stuck inside.

It quit raining before lunch, thank god. Too bad we have gotten over 2 inches in under 24 hours, so the sun isn’t drying anything out right now. And my son and one of my daughters has an attraction to mud puddles. As soon as they see the sun they want to go outside to play. None of them can understand why mommy won’t let them. And I get numerous I hate yous yelled at me.

Maybe I’ll get lucky and it will rain again today. It does say pop up storms likely, and I just let the dog out and it’s humid enough for one too.

I have no idea what is wrong

For some reason I have gotten msgs from several people saying that for some reason they can’t leave comments on this blog. I am attempting to figure out what is wrong because I have the same settings for this one as my digi scrap freebie blog. Stupid technology.

How is this my fault again?

Yesterday morning my husband informs me that it’s my fault that he’s been tired all week. Ok, Now I’m really confused. He gave me his reasoning as this. Since I let him sleep till noon last Sunday he hasn’t wanted to get out of bed any morning this week. Now I woke him up last Sunday early, he then proceeded to fall back asleep, so not my fault he wouldn’t get out of bed there!
I guess I’ll never understand mens thinking. Personally I’d love for someone to let me sleep till noon, if I could only figure out how to get the kids to sleep that late now.

So I have decided that I will make sure that I wake him up tomorrow morning early, and he can take care of the kids while I sleep. Just as he slept in on Mother’s Day while I took care of the kids.

Naked toddler strikes again!

I was working on packing some more of the house up, when suddenly I heard screams coming from the living room. I walked in there to see what the girls were screaming about and what my son was laughing about. And there I saw it. The naked toddler
The naked toddler has been popping up randomly around my house for at least 6 months now. I haven’t figured out how to keep him from coming around yet. My husbands theory was to put pants on him so he couldn’t take his diaper off. GEE HONEY (smacking my head with my hand while saying it) Why didn’t I think of that. Oh ya, because I’m the mom and as the mom I know that he can take his pants off just as quick as his diaper!
So I attempted to catch the naked toddler as he ran through the living room into the dinning room. I tripped on the Barbies my daughters had brought down, and then stepped on the Lego’s my son got out. Giving him just enough time to make a break down the hallway and into the master bed room
He slammed the door before I could reach it, and then locked the door. Now the problem is that the naked toddler is not going to unlock the door for you to catch him. So using all of my mom powers I did the smart thing, I went and got a screw driver and proceeded to take the handle off the door so I could get to him. Since this is the third naked toddler to invade my house, I’ve gotten pretty quick at it too.
After I got the handle off and cornered him. I carried the naked toddler into the living room where I put his clothes back on him, defeating the naked toddler and taking away his super power of making his sisters scream and then went to put the door back together.
Before I had the door back together though, the naked toddler struck again.
Oh well, as long has he doesn’t pee on the carpet.