To Thine Own Self Be True

A Domestic Goddess’ Sporadic, No Rhyme, No Reason Ramblings

Melt my heart April 2, 2008

Filed under: A day in the Life, Story Time — hlzysk @ 8:24 pm

So just a little update on the car situation-at present we do not have any-however we did find out it was an off duty (probably drunk but we’ll never know) police officer that hit our car. Luckily his pleas to cover this up fell on deaf ears. Also we are lucky enough to know someone that has connections in that district to get us this info as I have been told it takes 3 or more weeks for the insurance cos to get the police report. So I can sort of rest a little easy that we will get our $ back but looking for 2 cars-totally stinks.

My daughter starts softball next week-I am looking forward to seeing how she will do- it will be her first team and her cousin will be on the team with her-a bunch of 5 year olds-should be interesting.

Speaking of 5 year olds and well we’ll add in 2 year olds…lately around here seems like I am in constant debate and negotiations with these young people. They sure do keep me on my toes. Seriously, when people say motherhood is the toughest job in the world-they ain’t kiddin’. It is also the most rewarding job one could ever hope to have. On my worst day last week my son came up to me, leaned on my knees, looked up with his big baby blues and said “you’re a pretty mommy.” I might be helping to mold them but I am putty in their hands.

 

It’s all in my Head at least I think it is… September 14, 2007

Filed under: Story Time — hlzysk @ 9:18 am

I like to make up stories in my head about people that I really do not know or are complete strangers. They are far fetched but amusing to me (and a bit juvenile.) There is a person I work with that I have MADE UP a couple of stories about. One is they fled their former place of residence as a felon of the most evil nature-the other is they are an enemy spy. The other night said person was rifling through the utensil drawer for a decent bit of time (I am sure no one else really noticed.) Let’s just say this was making me a tad nervous that perhaps I was right on either count and said person was choosing the proper weapon. Yeh I know what your thinking-but it makes an otherwise usually mindless job a little more interesting.