Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Don't Hate Me 'Cause You Ain't Me



Honestly I saw that on someone's t-shirt and cracked up. I don't think I could pull it off though, not a lot of folks envy an old woman with 39 children.

This is another hit-the-ground running days, don't wanna blog until I know the outcome, yet another difficult aspect of it all.

Spent some garden time alone which is always rejuvenating, planting the garlic for next year, spreading coffee grounds, pulling up frost-murdered pepper plants, and still weeding as the quack grass never goes dormant, slows down some, but the rhizomes are active as heck.

Thought about Sharon's mushroom undertaking all day yesterday.

Paloma had yet another screamer fit, telling me she didn't give a F bomb about something at the top of her lungs, Chuy got up from his chair to back me up, yet I told him to continue on with what he was doing. After all this Hell do you really think I'll come unscrambled over a cuss word? Cussing is the least of her problems.

I just ignored her, it's pointless to redirect her behavior, she only escalates. Not engaging is my only choice. Eventually she just went to bed, pissed that no one would fight with her.

Chuy set the mouse traps, we caught yet another disoriented field mouse in the kitchen, as Stupid Progress has uprooted too much wildlife habitat, but I was very heartened this morning to read about some dark-skies advocates working in the next county.

Plant growth is affected by artificial light, folks can't sleep nor see the stars, and energy is wasted when outdoor lights are unnecessarily on too much.

So today I gotta get 15 kids out the door to school, phone calls from my truck regarding other kids, two have court dates in two different counties, I'll be at the out-of-town county courthouse after I get my hair done (or did as we say down here), Grandma will be with the kids when they get off the bus today, as I'll likely still be driving back, navigating downhill from the north Georgia mountains, and Sabrina's Dance class show is tonight where I'd asked for a group rate as the tickets are $5 each.

They gave me a deal - all 16 of us for $50.

Does anyone really think I have $50 extra at Christmas? Or that I'd spend $50 for a one hour event?

"I don't wanna go to a stupid dance show," several of my sons whined, leaving Grandma and Grandpa to babysit as the only option, after I somehow pull together supper for 16 out of my hat, after being gone all day when it's a warm day that usually would easily lure me to work outside.

I get my hair did every three months whether I need to color my black (or grey) roots or not. A standing appointment with Angie.

Don't hate me 'cause you ain't me.

3 comments:

Dee said...

Your son's hair is how my boy wants his hair to look. It just amazes me these boys want such long hair! If I say the word "haircut" he has a fit! Wish we could return to '80's hair...

Lee said...

You do better than me in the hair dept, Cindy. My hair gets "did" about every 2 years. LOL

Fatcat said...

Cindy,

I saw these fermentation silos and thought of you. :-p
http://discovermagazine.com/photos/14-has-the-future-of-energy-arrived-in-tiny-german-village

Cool, isn't it?