Still Restless

Im not as restless. It's getting better. Someone told me I was being ridiculous (that was lover girl). It's not like she's getting married or anything. They are just hanging out and talking. I freaked when she read me a txt message she sent him....she said "you are my air"

erkkkk....record stopping rewinding...

Now just wait one dang minute there missy. You are borrowing my air and I didn't say you could loan it out. Suck it back in right now!!! Take that back. You've never said that I was your air and I FEED you ALOT, wash your clothes, dry your hair so you'll look PERFECT for WHATSHISFACE.

She looked like a deer in headlights. I don't think she knew what to say.

So I chilled. I made ME a mixed CD of weepy songs and turned all the lights out in the WHOLE house and laid in the living room floor, turned on the surround sound and listened to Bon Jovi convince me to "Never Say Goodbye" and a little KISS, Hinder, Bryan Adams, all old friends of mine.

Didn't help.

I can see loneliness creeping around the coroner. When they both start dating, it will be just me and my surround sound. I think I'll start building a basement this afternoon to lock them in. That will probably get me in trouble and then I 'll have a concrete cell and a roommate. Hmm I need a new plan.

Both girls kept coming to the living room asking if I was okay.

I think Taylor is scared I'll never let her date.

She's probably right.

Restless

Has it really been that long since I posted?

I am feeling restless. I don't know how to explain it. Worried? Impending doom is coming? I wish I could shake it. I think I know what part of the problem is, it's the other "unknown" problem that is driving me batty and there was a little "real momma" drama this weekend for the girls, which is a touchy subject for both of them.

It's hunting season around my neck of the woods. Sitting out on the deck early Sunday morning, listening to the leaves rustle, expecting Freckles or Pepper to show up, but instead, I get a man decked out in hunter's orange standing there staring at me....kind of creepy I tell ya.

I think he was lost.

Taylor's basketball season has started up. I can't believe that I am admitting this...but I miss basketball! I'll have some pictures up soon of Lady Jacket #34! She is one serious ball player.

Mary Margaret is in love. She's better when she's in love. She's not so moody in love. She talks WAY more when she's in love. My sister-in-law says its like having FACEBOOK LIVE all the time. He's a cute kid and has nice manners. It's scary for me. I want to throw a hissy fit and be all selfish and say she's not allowed to grow up. It's supposed to be just me, MM and Taylor for our whole lives. That's not fair is it? I'm not ready to be a lonely old lady at the ripe old age of 21.


What?

I am too 21.

Drama Truth

Brett called Mary Margaret this morning to tell her he broke up with Taylor for another girl.

He did not tell Taylor.

Tyler broke up with Mary Margaret last night for another girl.

Today is a sad day.

I'm living in Dramaville.

And These Are the Days of Our Lives

Chapter One
As the early this morning as the light streamed in the pink bedroom of one Baskeball SuperStar, Taylor Butler, she realizes that her world is crumbling around her. She realizes the dream that she had last night was not a dream, but a real life horror story. The scene replays in her head...
Man of Her Dreams texted her, "Um, im breaking up wif u". She still could not believe what she was reading. Could it be true? Would she make it through the day? After tossing and turning in her High School Musical Sheets and Butterfly comforter, she realizes that this will not be just a normal day at Wynne Jr. High.

Chapter Two
The Basketball Super Star, looking rad in her Old Navy peace pants, Jason Aldean Shirt and Northface jacket, is walking down the hall to her class. Her heart quickens, her pulse races, as the Man of Her Dreams heads towards her in the hall way, he looks up, their eyes meet, and they both turn and go in the opposite direction. She struggled to wipe away the tears and not shout out, "Why, just tell Why you don't love me anymore!". She was strong. She is beautiful. She is woman. She can make it through the day. As she walked down the hall, she felt the stares, everyone knows. Was she too fat, too loud, not pretty, not smart, did she accidentally fart when he was around? Would she ever know the truth, what could have been?

Chapter Three
After a grueling day at Wynne Jr. High, Basketball SuperStar's phone buzzes. Who would it be? Would it be her true love? It was. He was like, "hey" and she was like "hey" and he was like "hello" and she was like "hello. This deep conversation drug up all those tormenting unanswered questions. She could not go on living this life without knowing the truth. She must find out. She will do whatever it takes to find the truth...

Chapter Four
The phone rings, "hello" he says "hello", call dropped. Her heart races as she tries to call him back. Could this be the call that explains it all? Down the big hill and into cell range.

With unanswered questions still looming she retreats back to her comfort zone, Retail therapy. As her driver pulled up to the local shopping strip, her phone buzzes again. It is him, this time he's calling. He's like, "hey, whatz up?" and she is like "nothing". She's like, "just tell me why you broke up with me, I need to know". And then she was like, "hello, are you there? hello? Hello?" Call dropped. The phone buzzes. He's calling again. She is tired of the games, she asks one final time, "Just tell me why!" He was like "I have a reason, its....." she is like "hello, are you there? hello just answer me! Please" call dropped. Can you hear me now?

She is growing weary of the mind games and apparently her people from Verizon are not following as closely as they do in the commercials. Again, the phone buzzes, this time, she just doesn't care, she hands the phone off to let someone else deal with the DRAMA. Her talented, beautiful, smart, quick witted, high fashioned, yet down to earth ex-step-mother/permanent family member, answers that call. She says, "Helloooww?" In her best indifferent voice. He says, with confusion in his voice, "Is Taylor there?" The answer, "No, she's not, may I take a message?" He says, raising his voice an octave, "Hello?" Again, she says " Hello" He says, "Can I talk to Taylor?" The beautiful, quick witted, ex-step-mother looks to her left where Taylor stands, waiting and replies "I'm sorry she's running around shopping." "Oh" he replies. Call ended. She waits, no call, no txt. This looks like it could be the end.

Final Chapter
She starts to feel that the world has turned against her. She looks to her left and right and beings to notice a light straight ahead. It looks like a clearance sign. Could it be? Could it be those cute little blue shorts she has wanted? It is! It Is! And they are are clearance to $3.00. After finding the perfect size, she makes her purchase and heads home, lighter hearted and single again.

Will there be a sequel?
Tune in 2morrow and see...
These Are the Days of Our Butler Manor Lives

In other news, upon Alyssa's arrival, we surveyed the first loose tooth she has been sporting for several weeks. The BOSS of Butler Manor, Kaye, says, "come hear little girl and let me wiggle your tooth". Kaye is an experienced tooth puller and loose teeth get on her last nerves. Kaye looks in the little mouth, grabs the tooth, having no mercy, and pulls down hard. Out pops the tooth. There is lots of blood. Tons of Blood, but promises of the visit of the tooth fairy, and realizing that now she looks older, stops the flow of the tears.

Rainy Day News

We are floating away down here in Arkansas. Tim worked wrecks in the rain all night last night. I think he was home for about 3 hours before heading back out. I think they received their first HUGE tip last night. A dad of a teenage girl, MM's friend, tipped them $100. That's what I call a tip!!!

I wanted to write a funny post today. Things are not funny around here. It is serious.

Lucy is almost down for the count. I took her to get her oil changed this week and she came back with a list of things a mile long. Good news: My wipers are okay, my horn works, and so do my head lights. Bad news: Brakes don't work, brakes leak, tires shot, oil pan leaks, transmission pan leaks, need wheel bearings on the front, the back tire on passenger side (i think) is loose, and there is water in the floor board.

Our roof leaks.

Brett broke up with Taylor in a text message last night after she went to bed.

Mary Margaret is grounded for a bad grade and saying some really mean things to me.

Our electricity is out and my clothes are in the washer.

Good NEWS:
IT'S FRIDAY
TAYLOR MADE THE 7TH GRADE BASKETBALL TEAM!!!!!

Taylor just plugged up her phone and realized that it won't work because the electricity is out. Mary Margaret is laughing at her, should I remind her that she once said..."OMGosh the electricity is out, will the toilet still work". She SO SHOULD NOT BE LAUGHING AT ANYONE!

We are headed to the funeral home to blow dry our hair, only to get back out in the rain and get it wet.