Coming Into Focus

The blurry future picture is slowly coming into focus.  We have right at 2 weeks until our apartment is ready for move-in.  Oh yeah, and we have an apartment number . . . thats helpful . . . and, yes, it changed about 3 times.  I like the location, actually, better than the one we’re in now.  Justin said he’d paint the new one for me before we get everything set up.  happy.  I have some inkling on the colors and I will post pics asap.  I’m color gal so it will be cheery and perhaps a bit obnoxious but I’m the one thats living there, eh. I think J was ok with it.

I’m 85% sure I’m going to have the boys share a room and make the 3rd bedroom a computer / fire gear / bicycle room (since J’s bike has to sleep inside).  I have not a clue what color I’m going to do their room.  I am a bit limited since we are renting and the colors have to be approved. But I can still have some muted fun.

Anyhoo, I’m suppose to be busy busy getting my bedroom and bathroom clean and completely packed today . . . I’ve done a lot so far but still have a lot to do.  I see a few screws in the wall staring back at me . . . awaiting my battery powered screwdriver. I know thats not what its called but my mind went blank.

So that is the really really exciting update on the move stuff situation thingy.

I just ate a pop tart . . . I don’t think those count as healthy food, dangit.

Apparently I’m out of things to say for now.

Oh, except me sista Tiff is coming to see me tomorrow! Oh the pure joy of it! And Aidrik! Me happy!!

And J is on shift today.  Thats not happy making.

Ok, bye for today!  Have a great rest of the week.

me me me

I am: a mom, wife, sister and friend

I think: I get bored too easily

I thank: God . . . no matter if the outcome is not what I anticipated

I know: how old I am

I wish: I could stop eating so many cookies

I hate: my lazy side

I miss: my hubby right now

I feel: a lot and sometimes I base too much of a decision on feelings

I shop: through a window

I hear: the hum of my computer and tot silence . . . sleep has befallen them.

I crave: chocolate

I wonder: if I’m doing a crappy job at this mothering thing

I dream: lately of death and sad stuff . . . thats a first in my life

I love: my hubby, my boys and my fam and friends . . . how lonely a life it would be without their companionship.

I care: way too much of other’s opinions

I always: eat breakfast . . . even if I don’t feel hungry

I celebrate: birthdays and Christmas the mostest

I sing: like a rock star . . . ahem, yeah, not really.

I cry: when stressed beyond the max or I’m angry (sometimes those are related)

I don’t: like to pick up or clean up poop . . . yet that seems to be a large chunk (no pun intended) of my life right now.

I write: a lot . . . and too much

I pray: for a more gracious and patient heart . . . understanding.

I lose: my keys . . . all the time.  I also loose my temper more than I should.

I listen: better than I talk

I am scared: most of failing and then disappointing the one’s that depend on me . . . kinda the same thing.

I dance: um . . . like a white girl

I need: to trust God more

I surf: the internet . . .

I dread: death of my hubby and/or boys

I anticipate: J’s graduation . . . yeah, I’ve got 2 years. Something sooner . . . how about a trip to my parent’s in September.

I laugh: at weird stuff.

Sappy

I don’t watch sappy movies . . . for that very reason . . . they’re sappy.

Not being much of a movie buff . . . at all, for that matter, I don’t really have a preference.  I watch what Justin rents, buys or borrows.  He is the movie connoisseur of this here relationship.

And, as you could well imagine, “PS, I Love You” is not on the to view list anytime soon.  But our neighbor loaned it to me today . . . along with 2 other “girlie” movies and therefor I watched it.

Justin is on shift, so I watched it alone . . . which is nearly unheard of for the likes of me.  But, with no cable to zone into on nights I just wanna chill, movies are the next best thing.

There’s another reason I don’t do sappy.  I get into movies, especially well done and emotionally charged ones.  I get into well developed characters and plots and tend to cry like a lost child in the woods.  I don’t rightly care for the way I feel after these cry sessions, considering nothing in my life warranted such sadness, and all the other emotions dolled into 2 hours of film viewing.

Action . . . suspense . . . even downright violent films . . . bring’em on!

But keep the frickin’ “PS I Love You” carp away from me.

It was good, too good.  And it played into a relatively big fear of mine and thats losing Justin prematurely . . . so I bawled like a newborn calf and got sucked in majorly.  Which is probably 99.99% of happily married couple’s fears . . . or even mediocre-ly married couple’s fears . . . and death, in general, plays into 100% of people’s fears all over the world.

So, no, I don’t recommend it . . . if you’re asking.  You’ll cry a lot!  And your mind will wonder over all the scenarios encompassed in losing the true love of your life and how it will impact you and the sadness it will bring and the hopelessness that must just want to take over and everything else that the old soul can conger up.

I’m kidding, of course, about the recommendation bit.  The movie was good. I just feel quite drained and I’m ready for bed.

Oh wait . . . its 1am . . . that might be why I’m ready for bed.

I miss Justin.

God Bless!

And this is the look he’d give me if he read this post . . . which he won’t cuz he doesn’t read my goofy, rambling blog . . . But I get this look a lot. I say lots of stuff . . . as you could well imagine . . . if writing here has anything to do with how much I talk, I never shut up. I love that face.  And yes, I’m feeling rather sentimentally mushy right now . . . no worries, it’ll pass.

diet . . . what diet?

I’m sitting in front of my computer . . . the boys are sleeping, or should be anyway, and I’m tentatively “clocked out” for the evening. The “clocked out” bit gets easier as they get older and fall into nice little structured routines.

I did well today, diet wise, keeping it well under my calorie goals and worked out hardily in front of my tube to crazy blond Aussie and really really happy ab jam lady. She is pumped about abs! Not sure why the walk didn’t work itself into the picture, except the boys were crabby this afternoon and I didn’t feel the gumption to fight them into the stroller and make the best of it. That, the stroller bit, does not get easier as they get older. Bummer.

But currently I have a gigantic bowl of popcorn . . . I’d like to take this moment to thank my friend, Sarah, for creating an addiction to popcorn out of her generosity to buy me kernels once. Since I have been unable to resist a scrumptious bowl of popcorn . . . bowl is used loosely, as it more resembles a barrel than a bowl.

Nope, not ice cream, not chocolate, not even the whip cream and strawberries I bought on purpose as a ice cream substitute . . . nope, its the salty goodness of the popcorn.

Thank you, Sarah!

Thats really all I wanted to write about . . . making sure credit for the obsession is placed on the correct person, wouldn’t wanna confuse anyone. And I definitely couldn’t take personal responsibility, I’m American!

God Bless!

Good Day . . .

. . . from Tuckerville.

Justin pulled shift yesterday and is still at school attending classes.  He is suppose to be home around 4-ish . . . but tired he is and I’m sure he’ll crash, hopefully reaching, either, the bed or the couch prior to passing out.

Kiddos have a mild cold but I’m not complaining.  It seems its been a rough winter for folks with kids this year . . . all the illness and stuff.

I’m enjoying being able to leave my sliding glass door open for the fresh air to come in my house.  Thats one of the top reasons I dislike cold weather, it gets so stuffy with closed windows and heaters running.

My plants outside . . . the very few that I have . . . are blooming. I love spring! Hopefully I can get some seeds started here very very soon. I think some vines would be nice, considering they are residing on a lattice railing, it would look nice growing down perhaps. Any ideas of a good vine with pretty flowers . . . majority sun-worshiping . . . let me know!!

I have some good coffee in my possession at this moment . . . thanks to some dear friends of ours that know me a little too well. Mmm mmm, good stuff!! I think I’ve had like 6 cups today . . . hee hee.

Well, here’s some pics cuz I’m outta words for now. I love flowers. If you ever think of me . . . get me flowers. haa haa.

Oh, so tiny white flowers.  Not so much in focus, but I don’t care . . . captures the subtle beauty just fine! And the sun!

Played with the effects on this one quite a bit but its fun and bright.

Nope, not an old country fence (you would see sky if that was the case) just my downstairs patio railing . . . note the ceiling above. But how quaint a flower! Love it! Good thing I love it . . . I might be the only one. hee hee

Light makes a photo . . . thats my personal, have no idea what I’m talking about, opinion . . . caught this one just right, in my naive opinion.

Hey, just a slight celebration of spring in Tuckerville! I hope you all had a great weekend and your week has started off positively grand.

God Bless!!

Breaking News

Wish flowers have a possibility of going extinct this year . . . its disastrous news, with the Dandelions being ripped from their very stems of life at an early age . . .while the petals are still intact . . . at times, the petals haven’t even completely bloomed . . . with fewer Dandelion flowers coming to maturation . . . there will be fewer wish flowers to be had. They are disappearing by the thousands and there is only one explanation . . . one reason for this sudden depletion of the noxious weed . . . Tobias Tucker.

Oh, he looks innocent, folks, but don’t be fooled by appearances! Take into consideration what his busy hands have done . . . the impact on the wild Dandelion is irreversible! Once he has had his fun . . . he leaves them all over to rot and wilt . . . anywhere he happens to be, they fall from his fists to the floor, the couch, my bed, his bed, his brother’s bed . . . anywhere . . . even on my foot-bench (see below)

The carnage!! The very disrespect for life! The Horror! A gift of death left for Mother Tucker on her very bed’s foot-bench . . . by none other than Tobias; Dandelion Annihilator.

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If you aren’t busy enough . . . bored senseless and are at all interested . . . you are welcome to check out my flickr page. http://flickr.com/photos/mothertucker/

Sorry if that doesn’t link you immediately. I’m not savvy with the ol’ puter yet.

I just started with Flickr . . . so definitely keep checking back if you like. Mostly family and the flowers I adore.

Alright . . . um, thats it for now.

God Bless!