We had 2 1/2 thanksgiving dinners over the holiday weekend. Thankful for that! All were nice.....good food and fun.
I don't like mondays much. I've always dreaded them, when I was just a kid and went to school, later when I worked....and especially after a long holiday weekend with help at home. I guess because the weekends are so much fun and I don't want it to end!
We went shopping on saturday, got McD's, took all the kids. Jonah & Livy accidentally knocked a bunch of toys off the shelf in a crowded toy aisle. They were trying on cowboy hats and bumped into the shelf. That's always fun trying to stack toys back up in a crowd of people when it keeps falling down. I hate when that happens...it's a little embarrassing for me anyway...it didn't phase the kids at all...but we did manage to get a few gifts and a new gun. The guy who checked Kenny out made an interesting comment about guns and lots of kids......the things people say. then I went back out later, came home, realized I lost a bag of gifts. luckily, they found it in the check-out line. so another trip to pick it up and then buy a few more things. I'm glad I'm almost done with Christmas. The tree's pretty though....and the lights. The kids did a good job. Savannah finds it fascinating. she's already crashed into it with her walker even though we do have it blocked with her playpen....she will find a way to get to it:)
if I could morph into something, it would be interesting to be a fly on the wall. Well, sort of have been, in a way. the things people come up with are incredible....about someone else's life....home, finances, kids, health, etc....amazing what they think they know...but really don't. Ever wonder why someone can't look you in the eye. some say it's because of what's been said and it makes things a little uncomfortable when they actually meet you face-to-face. Could very well be.
if someone is so concerned about whatever it is, why do they observe and talk and that's it. i guess it's easier that way or makes them feel better when finding fault with others. Or takes some of the pressure off them and points it in another direction. And comparisons to someone else is probably always a bad idea...not good for relationships. When things get competitive, jealousy can creep in and fester which is usually never a good thing. I'm more about to each his own...as long as it's not hurting anyone, if it makes you happy it makes me happy...or how can we help you? if they want it....don't tell people what they already know....and everybody's got an opinion but it doesn't mean it's the right one for someone else.
kenny wants another tattoo. just trying to choose where and what. this won't score brownie points with everyone. i've gotten to the point where i could care less and less who's pleased with me based on the fact that there's no way to make everyone happy. I guess he has too. what good does it do anyway.....trying hard to get approval....one likes it and one doesn't.....gets mad at you or holds grudges if you don't choose the right answer....so why bother?
I need to make dental appts, dr. check-ups for winter and spring, in addition to all the other things that are coming up in the next couple of weeks. this month is a busy dr. month for me.
Jonah, Ben, and me went for a walk on the path this warm afternoon. all the leaves are off the trees and the pine needles are covering the ground. It's so pretty. Getting ready to escape to the horse field in a little while when Kenny arrives. Yesterday, he chopped some trees and weeds down near the creek so the kids could play. He's going to put us a bench an the horse barn and an enclosed fence in for Rain so she can eat in peace without Bunny hogging all the grain.
now off to change Savannah who just woke up from her nap and then something else after that....lots to do.
~The Ten of Us~
*A Day In Our Life*
*It Is The Sweet Simple Things of Life Which Are the Real Ones After All*
*It Is The Sweet Simple Things of Life Which Are the Real Ones After All*
Monday, November 28, 2011
just some thoughts
Posted by ~tmc~ at 3:28 PM


