OH LOOK! A NEW POST!

So...I have not updated this blog for awhile.

I know.

So sue me.

There's life and kids and dogs and dirty underwear that need tending to.

That and I no longer have internet access at home. Unless you count my 3g mobile hot spot on my phone...which is basically like dial up and just not worth the effort.

So I'm blogging from school. I know... "ooohhhh...Imma tellin!!!!"

It's ok. I'm doing it on my down time. I am, after all, merely a crossing guard.

I am of very little importance. I am merely here to place myself in harms way every day to ensure that the little ones get across the street and avoid becoming road pizza.

So I'm using the computer at work.

So, what's new?

Oh not much.

I'm still fat.

My kids are still unruly (but awesome)

And my hubby is still the most awesome man in the world.

I will say that I am not looking forward to the coldness that is creeping around outside these days.

Trying to find long underwear that will not only cover my ample behind, but not break the bank is nearly impossible.

So wish me luck that I don't freeze to death this year, no one wants to see a statue of me with a crossing guard vest and a stop flag.

Really.

No one.

Nothing new to report...

Other than the fact that I am sick.

Literally and figuratively.

I have some wretched virus that makes you feel like you have concrete in your lungs, balloons in your ears, and makes you dizzy enough to fail a field sobriety test.

I don't know where I caught this (Jamie) but I wish I had used more hand sanitizer.

And I wish that mom's were allowed to get sick. But I guess we aren't.

Those dishes aren't going to do themselves ya know!!!

I am also sick of cats and dogs.

Cats who seem to have horrible aim with their urethra's and dogs who don't understand boundaries.

I truly hope that little tip I read online about getting cat urine out of things works.

I also hope I don't have an aneurysm from yelling at the dogs yet again to "GET YOUR ASSES BACK IN THE BACK YARD BEFORE I NEUTER YOU AGAIN!!!!!"

I also hope I don't scare the neighbors.

Brian and Clayton are at the military ball for Clay's ROTC. I so wish I could have gone.

It seems that I get sick at the worst times. Like, for example, tomorrow. It will be mother's day. And I want to celebrate it.

Maybe I will...in bed...with a jar of vicks and some mucinex.

I do know one thing though, I will be thanking God for my lovely, beautiful, silly, mouthy, obnoxious, wonderful children!!!

Hope you all have a wonderful Mother's day!

Audible farts.

Tonight I sit here, suffering.

Tonight, Charlie has audible farts.

This means that I can hear the results of him ingesting something...anything...other than his kibble.

Ironic that the word which describes how I could die tonight is "asphyxiate" no?

But enough about Charlies gastro-intestinal issues.

The school year is winding down. I cannot tell you how excited I am for this to happen.

I love my job, I truly do. But lately I have found myself less and less able to tolerate disrespectful children. And if you want to be exposed to that sort of child, work in a public school.

Some parents are just morons. I will leave it at that.

Speaking of morons...I am going to have to be "that mom" I guess.

We have been working all year to get a 504 for Rick. I have been asking for two years to get him some PT and OT to help with his fine and gross motor skills.

Kids with Asperger's often struggle with things that fall into this category, and Rick is no exception.

Rick struggles with things like shoe tying (he gets velcro), buttoning and zipping (track pants anyone?) and writing.

The school has finally decided that he needs help (no duh.) so they have decided to train him on some devices that will allow him to speak or type his writing.

I know, right?!

How, exactly, is this going to help him with his writing? I couldn't be less concerned with the content of his writing..the boy can tell a story! But he struggles with physically writing.

I think that is the point they are missing.

Wanna hear the best part? He doesn't qualify for PT or OT because he is....get this....TOO SMART.

Tell me, what good will all of the smarts in the world do if the boy can't put pen to paper?

Do they not realize that not having this skill will eventually manifest itself in poor grades and behavior issues?

Why are they setting my child up to fail?

Well, it's not going to happen. Because I may be a moron...but I care. I want my child to do well. And darn it all, Rick is just too smart to let a little thing like writing to hold him back!

So here I sit tonight, smelling the audible farts and attempting to write a letter to the principal that doesn't make me look like a raving lunatic.

I'm so upset that I may have to join Charlie in his methane expulsion. We may just have to audibly fart together.

Don't come visiting anytime soon unless you are armed with a gallon of febreeze and a few bath and body works wall flowers.

Which reminds me...what is your favorite scent???

I am convinced my ADD gets worse when I'm tired.

Did I mention I'm up so I can mind the fireplace since my heater went kaput?

Wish me luck, and send a gas mask.

Knee deep in the hoopla

Turns out the "virus" on my computer wasn't fatal at all.

Yay me!

That is a good thing because I doubt that anyone would give to a panhandler with a sign that says "laptop dead, anything will help"

And that is about what I would have to do to replace it.

A ton has happened since my last post, but I don't have the energy to explain it all.

I am currently knee deep in sick husband.

And we all know how fun that is!

The poor guy is actually, really sick. Like, go to the ER sick. Which is what we did all of yesterday morning.

They were expensive and less than helpful.

He isn't really feeling much better today. I'm hoping wellness tea, massive doses of vitamin C and copious amounts of motrin will do the trick.

*crossing fingers*

I have to maintain hope because so far this day has not been the best.

Not only is my poor hubby sick, I under-cooked my egg and the cup I got out of the dishwasher was not only not clean, it had "debris" in it...which I failed to notice until I took my last swallow of orange juice.

I may have to go back to bed and start over...but Brian is in the bed and I need to maintain my distance from his germy self.

So I think I'll have another cup of coffee and watch another episode of icarly.

Or maybe I'll take a drive to Timbuktu and back....

Dead computers and advice from Rick

My laptop caught a virus.

I am pretty sure it might be fatal. We are holding out hope that we will find a cure, but things aren't looking so good.

Please pray.

I have un-backed-up pictures on there.

I am stupid.

Thank you for agreeing.

Anyway...this would be my reasoning for not posting on my blog for some time.

(what...YOU try to post a blog post with a droid...my eyes crossed after the first three sentences!)

So what is new with my crossing guard self you ask?

Not much, except I'm pretty wet and cold out there on the corner these days.

If you know a crossing guard, hug them...they are cold.

Unless they live in Hawaii....or Texas.

Then they just need a cold drink.

We actually have not been doing much at the Husk house. Just the same ol' same ol' really.

I do have some major advice for you today, brought to you by the genius that is Ricky.

He says: "you should never kiss someone with a communicable disease on the mouth." You could catch something I guess. And he REALLY doesn't want his sister to marry someone who has a disease. It would make him "sad" .

And also, when your wiener is standing up, it is really uncomfortable.

You are welcome for that little tid-bit of wisdom.

I love lessons from Rick. And I wanted to share them with all of you as well.

I'm thinking of writing a book.

So, now that you have been dully updated, I am going to go enjoy my vanilla scones and my skinny caramel macchiato.

Have a nice day!

So long 2010!

I cannot believe that we are mere hours away from a new year.

Of course, I say that every year.

I miss how the years used to drag by when I was a kid. Now they seem to speed by faster than me on the way to McDonalds.

No, really...I see a McDonalds and suddenly get a lead foot. It's a weakness. I own it.

But anyway...

They say a picture is worth a thousand words, and since I already talk too much, I am going to share a few from the past year.

And make a resolution of sorts to take more pictures of my family and fewer pictures of other families! ( I miss taking pictures simply to capture our lives...not to make monies..)

So, to all of you...HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!
















M'Kayla and her best bud Lexee.




















This is our good friend Bryce at church camp. Yes those are beer cans. Yes I said church camp.













Here I am at Riverview bible camp...I found coffee...I was happy!














M'Kayla going off of the platform for the blob at Riverview bible camp...so much fun!














Rick And sis hiking at the painted rock.

There are so many more to come...and I have just discovered that I need to make it my mission to convert all of my pics to jpegs and to take more pics of Clayton...even if he doesn't want me to!

Have a blessed new year everyone!

So. Christmas is over.

I can't believe we are staring down the barrel of 2011.

Wait...what?

Yep. Christmas is over and that means that the new year is right around the corner!

Yay.

So, in the interest of putting off the inevitable, let's go over the highlights of this Christmas!

Brian got a gun. The end.

No, really..that was pretty much the highlight.

Although I did get some SWEET tinkerbell P.J. pants.

I'll be sure to post a picture of them soon.
(or never)

All kidding aside, I love those stinkin' pants.

They are fleece. And being that I STILL have not grown accustomed to the temperatures here in the inland Northwest during the winter months...fleece is my favorite material.

I even wanted fleece sheets. And Brian tried...oh he tried MIGHTILY.

Sadly...he was only able to come up with flannel. And they work by golly!

Especially when combined with my fleece pants. I can't tell you how sexy that must look...Me, hunkered down in my flannel sheets with giant fleece tinkerbell's running amok on my arse.

I'm sure it's Brian's dream come true. (the poor guy)

Moving on..... (you're welcome)

The kids were totally spoiled this year..as usual.

Clayton and M'Kayla got tons of stuff to shoot and stab with. They are happy.

Rick got trains...lots and lots of trains. He is happy.

Brian got a gun and socks and a warm, fleece clad wife...he better be happy!

I got reminded how wonderful my family is and how blessed I am to have them...I am beyond happy!

Now if I could just finish cleaning out the linen closet. But these pants are just too warm and comfortable to work in.

I may just have to sit my fuzzy butt here until after the new year, because I have promised the doctor I will lose weight, and sitting is not conducive to weight loss.

But I'm not starting until 2011...

So for now...I'm just fuzzy butt sitting.