Sat. night
Inspired title, huh? Just kind of blah and numb now—life goes on and all that; oh, and still angry, don’t forget angry. Sure tired of feeling like this but can’t shake it.
OK talk about something else……made a pretty good chicken dish the other night: Took about 5 breasts in a casserole dish, sprinkled with ginger, splashed with soy, and spooned crushed pineapple over all, covered and baked, took the cover off the last 1/2 hr. and it turned out pretty tasty.
A. has her learners permit—been out with her about 5 times so far, can’t say that she has any kind of natural talent for driving.
Still all quiet from Rachel’s owner. Bought Rachel some supplies she’s needed for a bit. Saw her Friday—she’s back to being pretty much an angel other than a little minor bucking.
Been up since before 5am…..8K mud run today on a military base. Helped set up, then I was in charge of directing runners into the corral at the end of the finish line where and how to get their chips taken off. With 23oo runners it’s important that they keep moving and not stop on their own, bend over, and work on getting their own chip off blocking all the rest and creating safety issues. Got to yell and scream (mostly cause the music was so loud) a lot at tons of gorgeous dirty almost naked men. Probably was a little bit of stress release for me, come to think of it. Yelling instructions at marines— I could get used to that; could I have been a D.I. in another life?
Took A. to her pony ride job and killed time window shopping. Dying of hunger about 2pm—all I’d had was coffee and a banana at the race so I had a pork barbque sandwich but didn’t eat the bread. Later took A. to her mowing job and later still, had a huge fight with her. That kid can get on my last nerve sometimes and I said something I regret but she just pushed too far.
I did make it to ladies lite aerobics and did some rowing on Friday. Time to get back on this wagon with food too. Afraid to get on the scale.
Books…..finished The Sleeping Doll by Jeffery Deaver……now on The Innocent Man (true story) by John Grisham.
Movies: The Mummy——-not my choice, didn’t care for it
Good news: have more swallowtail butterfly eggs just hatched on the parsley; tented some screening material over them, maybe we can protect these from the birds, fingers crossed.
G’nite, chickadees, sleep tight.
August 10th, 2008 at 12:42 am
Half naked sweaty dirty muscle men….where are the volunteer sign ups??? I hope screaming at someone has helped, sounds like you have tons going on these days. Sending you happy thoughts
I’m also dumping my Themy blog. She’s too whiny, the new me is more ‘proactive’ (a girl can dream). Please come visit me, my new blog is RunningBee. ((Hugs))
August 10th, 2008 at 3:54 pm
I agree with Themy! That is a good experience. Shame you said something you regret to A, but it happens. No point beating yourself up about it.
Perhaps it is a planetary line up or a hormonal yell. I had one of those at DH the other day. Later I told him I think it was hormonal. Must admit it got him to do the chores he had been putting off.
Scary thought - maybe life really is the way we see it when we are in PMS!
Live the dream!
Shari
August 11th, 2008 at 3:30 am
I agree - some folk know better how to make us INSANE!
be well ms. soclose
xoxoxoxo
August 11th, 2008 at 11:51 pm
Tons of gorgeous dirty almost naked men. Marines, no less. And you get to yell at ‘em? Can life get better than this?
My DD who is now 18 has the singular ability to tweak my last nerve. I know all about saying things I regret. People tell me it gets better eventually.
Take care,
Eileen
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August 12th, 2008 at 8:53 pm
mmmmmmm, gorgeous, semi-naked, dirty men. Where was your camera, woman? Your chicken dish sounds utterly yummy. I hope your caterpillars survive. Forget the scale and do stuff that makes you feel good today.
August 13th, 2008 at 2:39 am
Thank you so much for your kind words. It is really good to have you in my corner.
You seem to have a long tough time. Hope things would get better soon. Specially A’s leg problem. I feel it is absolutely all right to yell at times.
Your marine gig sounds intriguing. Hope you had fun.
love,
iniya
August 13th, 2008 at 6:14 pm
Not that your chicken casserole doesn’t sound good but I can’t believe you described it so well and spend so little time on the description of the half naked marines. I agree with feathers. Where was your camera????
August 15th, 2008 at 10:19 am
I like the sound of that chicken dish. I am cutting and pasting and will try it maybe this week-end. I am trying Angel’s shrimp out tonight.
That gig at the run where you got to shout and look at gorgeous men….Geez, how can I get in on that?
Hope things are going better with A. by the time you read this. I have been at loggerheads with my youngest lately and it is horrible. Things are slowly getting back to normal, though. They always do.
I am sending you a good long hug. xoxox RubyJean
August 16th, 2008 at 10:06 am
Angry must be the theme for August. I am angry too!
Sorry about your baby girls stress fracture! It definitely is not fair! Hopefully she will heal fast!
I hope the mess straightens out with the horse!
My son has no natural driving ability either!
Thanks for checking in with me! I will promise to post more regularly from now on! I need my blog therapy!