I wish there was something to write about.
Unforgettable season finale next week.
We can hardly wait.
I wish there was something to write about.
Unforgettable season finale next week.
We can hardly wait.
I remember the summer days with the first 3 darling children when summer meant they spent their days playing outside, swimming in a little pool, shooting baskets on the driveway, and eating ice cream on the deck.
The Grunter had a swing too. Just no polka dot outfit.
We’d tried to plan one “fun day” activity each week like going to a $1 movie or rollerskating.
They were so stinkin’ cute.
And even cuter when we added Scary Baby.
Returning home from their 5 months in Arizona on their 19th birthday, the darling twins have been home for 30 days.
Oh, so short in so many ways.
And oh, so long in other ways.
Friday, Day One: Drive to airport to reunite with the darling twins while The Grunter calls us seven times as he has to get his new car tag all by himself.
Yes, he did get a replacement after his accident. He is pretty pleased with the new ride that dad just happened to drive by and find for him. We now have 3 shades of blue cars in our driveway.
After our airport reunion and birthday lunch, we stopped by Publix to say hi to The Grunter who has been made to work two jobs for the summer by his mean parents.
Saturday, Day Two: Roger Leroy goes by herself to get her motorcycle permit.* Wizzy spends the day and night with another family. Mom wonders if she has enough x*nax to get through the summer.
*Side note: PhilBillPaul doesn’t think she will pass and she’s not prepared. The five months have obviously dimmed his memory of what the stubborn, circus baby child accomplishes when she wants something. She missed one. Passed with flying colors.
Sunday, Day Three: We gather together at church. Extra-strength prayer time required. Sunday evening birthday present…Rascal Flatts concert. We send all three darling daughters to a concert with two sister friends we’ve known since birth.
Rebecca has been to almost every one of their birthdays. She and Scary Baby share the same birthday.
She and her sister Hannah lived next door to us for 17 years.
It was nice to see the girls go to the concert together.
Monday, Day Four: Scary Baby has 3 day basketball camp at church. She’d rather stay home with her big sisters.
Negotiating Bribery takes place.
Day Five through Thirty: Mom loses track of what day it is and who works what shift and gives up trying to keep anything straight.
Here is what I know they’ve done in no particular order:
Whitewater Water Park
Tubing x2 in North Georgia
Downtown for dinner x2
Going back to work at Publix and…
Drill weekend for Army National Guard and…
4 trips to their college for paperwork (3 in one week) and 2 days working at the college for the Army National Guard.
Some combination of family has seen these movies and the letter grades are not necessarily mine since I’ve only seen 3 on the list:
I don’t think my list is any longer than anyone else’s.
I’m just documenting my exhaustion from their activity level.
How’s your summer going?
If I only had one thing to say about the show last night it would be this…
Lucky for my few diehard Bachelorette fans, I have a little more to say about last night.
The rest of you, please kindly suffer through 2 more weeks.
Then, I promise I’m breaking up with the show.
Right after I watch Bachelor Pad.
But I swear I’m not watching anymore Bachelorette.
Because fool me once, fool me 6 times (this is Season 6, right?), this thing is scripted and ridiculous and at least all The Housewives in any city on Bravo don’t even pretend to be anything except really fun, bad TV!
Let’s get the Frank segments out of the way right now.
Two segments = DOUBLE ICKY.
Could we have not wrapped his segment up in the beginning so we didn’t have to watch his dramatic screenwriting debut entitled…
That would be “Her and I” part 1, “Her and I” part 2, “Her and I” part 3, “Her and I” part 4…
Oh never mind, I lost count.
His issues do make me feel better about my issues.
He went on a show to find love but he was really already secretly in love with someone else.
Oh wait, this is all scripted and he is a screenwriter testing out his first love story starring…
Her and I.
He has obviously cast himself in the lead role.
Screenwriter and actor.
Beefing up the resume for sure.
OMGoodness. I’m driving Lizzie to Charleston in 2 weeks. Because if she did pick him, I’m sure they have broken up by now.
Roberto’s sweat stains did concern me, I’m not going to lie. Thinking he could have put on a fresh t-shirt and a little more deodorant before Ali arrived to hug him and lean her head into his armpit.
Oh wait, she didn’t have time to wash her hair anyway…
Other than the sweat and he did look like he was melting down at the rose ceremony, he couldn’t get any cuter. He’s just a lovely young man and will make a fine son-in-law.
Lizzie, get in the car.
Did his mom die?
I’m sorry to hear, really I am.
But I’m also sorry that I’ve heard that 327 times since the show has been on these past 9 weeks. That means, on average 36.3333 times, on EVERY show they mention it. I have mad math skillz.
The only two words that Chris knows how to describe Ali.
He seems pretty amazing and awesome in spite of his lack of a thesaurus.
I don’t like how she has drawn him out to be vulnerable and say everything she wants to hear about her desperate need to be loved because I don’t think she was even going to give him a rose until Frank bailed on her.
She may have more issues than Frank.
A.K.A. Allie’s Power Trip
You know the one where she doesn’t just give a rose to the guys but where they have to accept the rose and declare that they are there for the right reasons and they want her and only her and they need to say it OUT LOUD and not feel weird that they are standing next to each other and have slept with the same woman a mere 24 or 48 hours apart and everything feels icky and…
Does anyone else feel like they are both amazing and awesome and too good for Ali and her incessant giggling and then bawling because Frank could have been the one?
But oh wait, I think I’m psychic and this is what I heard Ali say (in her head) just before the rose ceremony:
“I’m going to pull it together and force them to ACCEPT these two roses and be my sloppy seconds and thirds until Frank comes to his senses.”
“Or until I get a job at ABC on Entertainment Tonight.”
“Which will hopefully pay for an apartment and I have totally overcome my fear of flying so maybe Jake and I will get back together now that The Sausage is done with him.”
“And then we’ll both get our own reality show about how we’re still looking for
love fame in all the wrong places…”
The cleaning and fumigating and throwing away and sweeping and mopping and sorting and disinfecting and organizing, etc., took us many weekends. I’ll save pictures of that for another day.
Another day is here.
The darling twins have had this double dresser since they were toddlers. When they left for Arizona in January, we knew it would be a good time to bravely go where we had refused to enter while they were here.
Discovering that several of the dresser drawers were overflowing with clothes crammed in them, PhilBillPaul mustered all his courage and said he would wash everything because we were both afraid of what might be living in the drawers.
This is from ONE side of the dresser.
I don’t recall ever having to vacuum drawers before but there is a first time for everything. While PhilBillPaul repaired 3 broken drawers, my job was to get all the clothes sorted, organized and make them fit in proper places
PhilBillPaul even redid their closet, hanging a new clothing rod and wider shelf. Scary Baby organized their scary shoes. Sorry, no picture of the closet. I can only show you so much of our chaos.
The Grunter really pitched in and helped us…
by holding Sabu after his exhausting bath.
Finishing this massive project just before they returned, we didn’t decide on ordering a futon in time for their arrival.
Wizzy claimed the one bed as hers and Roger Leroy waited patiently for its arrival.
I was excited to find this inexpensive royal blue one online at Walmart.com and had it shipped to the store.
How exactly did I miss one crucial word in the online product description?
This picture will help you find the word I missed.
Still don’t know the word I missed?
Here’s another picture…
Hello? It is a futon for small people.
The eleven year old is too big for it.
The word I missed:
I gotta tell you that Roger Leroy gets a big shout-out for her flexibility and embracing the
futon and sleeping in it and laughing at mom’s mistake!
I know you are thinking, “Why the heck didn’t you all return it?”
I would have gladly returned it but our trash service picked up the box the day after the futon arrived and we then went back to the website and discovered the word I missed in the description.
Anyone need a miniature futon for little people?
You know, we don’t always connect all the dots in a timely fashion around here.
For sale: One toddler futon. Like new, barely used.
I was pretty unlovable yesterday.
Cranky, residual drug lethargy and I’m sure PhilBillPaul could add a few more choice words in describing my behavior.
Did I mention I’m a wuss in the pain category?
Grumpiness may have been triggered by hunger, a sticky toaster lever, someone eating my natural peanut butter without asking (two giant jars in pantry for those who have informed me “we are NOT trying to eating healthy MOM…”) and the shooting pains of my weenie 10 stitches.
The flip out came when I saw Scary Baby with my Deluxe Yahtzee game. I have an unnatural and unhealthy obsession with keeping my games from childhood to adulthood in pristine condition.
I’m not blaming Junebug but I will say there were a few memorable days where we hunted for that ONE missing puzzle piece or a game token or a box lid that mysteriously disappeared.
My children do not share my addiction for keeping games in order and put away in their boxes they way they came. Go figure.
Side note: The Grunter shares my addiction. Something about being September Virgos. Not that we are into astrology.
I seriously adore the fact that they all love to play board games. Especially in today’s video and computer world.
But I’m well aware of the mixed message of me snapping when they touch my games without asking and furthermore do not put them away properly.
So yes, I snapped.
And it only got worse when PhilBillPaul opened up one of the game cabinets and there were loose cards and the Taboo game buzzer was NOT in the box.
Breathe, Sherra, breathe.
After a shrieking fit (I wish I could think of a nicer way to say it but let’s call a spade a spade), I made some toast and retreated to my room.
The x*nax had clearly worn off.
Which left PhilBillPaul sorting cards and taping broken box lids with packing tape.
And Scary Baby was upstairs crying because we sent her friend home because we also discovered her room was a wreck and the rule since birth has been “Work Before Play” which meant her room should have been cleaned up before she had a guest.
About an hour later, a brave soul pecked on my bedroom door. Scary Baby said,
“Hi Momma. Lizzie and I made you this.”
Raspberries, strawberries, blackberries, milk, sugar and ice.
With a bendy straw.
Crappy Mother – 0
Darling Children – 1
How’s your summer going?
A review of my favorite mindless TV while on drugs. This is my disclaimer. It was my very minor surgery day and the meds are wearing off.
Ali’s audition for her new job in the entertainment industry is still in full swing.
Her incessant giggling is getting on my last nerve.
It’s a shame they didn’t let her get to the hairdresser for a shampoo and a root coverup before meeting his family.
That baseball date was dreamy. Ali being hysterical giggling while they two of them had the whole field to themselves while he carried her around the base as she straddled him made us all uncomfortable.
The brother has a blonde wife too. Hmm
I do love how important his family’s opinion was to him. Tampa is a great place to have your in-laws live.
She just doesn’t seem like she can handle him. Don’t see her picking him.
Does anyone know – did his mom die recently?
No dog connection. Dog ran right by her. Deal breaker.
More hysterical giggling. Please stop the nervous laughter.
Boots with heels on beach. Strange.
Without being disrespectful to those who have passed, I thought maybe they would go to Ali’s grandma’s empty house and she could tell him that story. (The darling twins and I discussed this fond memory from last season.)
Hands down genuine family guy with humor. What else do you need?
We’re not sure but we don’t think she’s picking him.
Welcome to taxidermy hell.
Caribou foot with googly eyeballs glued on. Does anyone know where I can buy one of those? Perfect Christmas present!!
Hasn’t brought many gals home. Hmmm…would that be because Dad is a freak?
Loved that Kirk’s dad had the heart-to-heart conversation with Ali down in the basement with the freezer full of frozen animals and popsicles. And hundreds of dead animals surrounding them.
Seems to be a death theme pervading these hometown dates.
Bring on the cheesy potatoes – thank you grandma!
I’m from the Midwest but this Wisconsin visit was embarrassing.
The only thing Frank and Ali seem to have in common (besides just being weird together) is dirty hair.
Frank’s v-neck/scoop neck tank needed a little lace embellishment with his buttoned up cardigan.
Why did getting on the boat in Chicago elicit giggling?
Frank and his self-doubts and insecurities are ridiculous. Especially since we know he’s fighting feelings for his ex-girlfriend (and perhaps his ex-boyfriend – just sayin’ – the thumb ring is still on).
The Humpfreeze house was unanimous that Kirk was leaving. We’re not sure what her criteria is. Her words were “It’s not about you or me…” and then something about them together. I’m so confused. If it’s not about him or her, what is this show about?
Kudos to Kirk. He was a true class act leaving. I like a guy who doesn’t cry.
I’m making my personal prediction that she picks no one. We’re all being strung along on her job audition and her future does not include picking anyone. She is really stringing along all these families in the name of the job audition.
I see her and Jake having their own series next year.
Just speculating on all this…weigh in and tell me what you think.
Side note: Mostly, at our house, we’re hoping that Roberto and Ali don’t work out because Wizzy is on her way to South Carolina to meet him.
Checked out for a week but checking back in.
So many things to talk about, so little time.
I left unexpectedly last weekend to see “My Other Family” as in the one I don’t live with.
One of my uncles in Indiana passed away. Uncle Bob was just a month shy of 84 and I have written about my cousin Sally here. His wife, my Aunt Jane is my mom’s sister.
Wizzy was kind enough to cancel her 4th of July plans and jump in the car with me and help me drive to Indianapolis and then on to Chicago. She earned her darling twin moniker for being so willing to be trapped with me in a car for endless hours upon hours and then be trapped bond with extended family–most of whom she hadn’t seen for about ten years.
It was a poignant 4th of July service as my Uncle Bob was a Marine as were his two sons.
I can’t resist another opportunity to post my favorite picture of Sally’s family.
Sal: Was this in the slideshow?
Oh, the fun family things I could write about.
Oh, the fun family things I must refrain from writing about.
I have discovered I have at least 3 more relatives reading the blog and we already know how Junebug feels about my writing so I’m going to exercise some self-control.
I’ll catch up this week on blogging and life and The Bachelorette. It was a tiny bit stressful to not watch the Monday night show until Thursday night when we returned home.
My only comment from last week’s episode especially since it’s old news.
Jake is a bigger tool than I even thought possible.
Thanks to those sweet people who checked on me and for being concerned. For those who didn’t miss me…well, you aren’t even reading this, are you?