Everybody's Workin For the Weekend!

After my wonderful Friday, (it felt like a whole week in one day), the weekend was too short! I was motivated this morning, but not for work. I will have to say this, manual labor, the morning after, isn't what it used to be. I wanted an electric lift this morning. Every ounce of my body was sore. It took everything I had in me to make it to this spot on the NEWLY COMPLETE DECK ADDITION!

Tim and I worked all weekend on this deck. He cut and nailed and I carried the boards from the trailer to the deck for him. That was the part that made everything hurt this morning. I built two sets of steps, he liked one set, and rebuilt the 2nd set. I have to admit that the last set was a little too tall and shaky. This is the set that Tim liked and we kept them!

The girls all swam yesterday while we worked. We had an uneventful, peaceful weekend. Here's to Working For The Weekend.


The girls and I ate lunch with my grandmother, we call her Mae Mae. Mae Mae, Mary Margaret, Kaye and Taylor

Freaky Friday Continues

Email from my sister-in-law after my post today...
Hey Girl,
Speaking of over sleeping your brother did not want to get up this morning and he has had a bad day to so i guess yall our two of a kind today. Just wanted to say that we had a really great time at your house and I hope we can come back and see you guys soon I always feel comfortable and welcome at your house so I just wanted to say thanks. We miss you guys already I hope your Friday gets better and hope you have a good weekend Love to all of you.

Amanda
My response: Just so you all know my Friday was WUN..DER...FUL...
Amanda,
The rest of my Friday sucked and it is still sucking. I printed payroll to the wrong printer, which meant that payroll was finished after lunch, not before. My tags on my van has been expired since FEBRUARY and I had to get them renewed, found this out when I washed it the other day. Because of my printer mistake, I did not get to finish the rest of my work, so I'll have that feeling of leaving everything undone for the whole weekend. Mr. & Mrs. Butler did not get their vacation approved for next week, I had already let the baby sitter off. FREAKIN GREAT FRIDAY.

Im going swimming. So there, take that evil gods of Friday.

We had a great time too, come back any time and bring the good Friday fairies with you, I think they jumped in your van and hitched to Missouri! I want them back. Love ya
Kaye

TGIF and Not Monday

TGIF and not a Monday, because if I started out a Monday like I started off today, theres no telling what would happen in a weeks time.

First, I over slept. Yes the human alarm clock over slept. I know its hard for some of you to believe that the 5am girl with no alarm clock over slept, I did. 6:30would be the time I got up. Losing that 1 1/2 hour of time set me back. So, I was running around folding clothes, sweeping, vacuuming, washing clothes, basically trying to make up for the lost time, like a mad woman.

Second (this is a question) why do kids take a 30 minute shower and come out looking like they stood in the corner of the shower all afraid of the water? 7:45 the shower becomes available.

Third, just as the shower becomes available, Tim grabs a towel and shuts the bathroom door. I'm asking, what are you doing? Just going in the bathroom he says. I'm, all hurry up, I haven't had my shower. Run to finish up the dishes to find two kids staring at the TV. Chaps my hide.

Next, I jump in shower after manly man comes out of the bathroom and he says, oh, I didn't know you needed the shower. He must have the same selective hearing that the girls have. Is there a doctor for that?

Last, super fast shower, super fast drying hair, throw on the clothes, run out the door at 8:20, jump in the van, gas light comes on, crap, girls fighting over the radio, I look down and realize, I did not turn my clothes inside out. Lucky me, I don't have to walk the kids in to VBS anymore.

Right now, I'm at work, the only person here so far, its nice and quiet, I fixed the clothing issue, I'm loving the quiet.

My advice tip for the day: (this has nothing to do with my morning) Email can be your friend, enemy and embarrassing. Friends love your emails. Enemies just delete your emails, so those emails are a waste of time. Embarrassing emails are emails you type, send and then try to recall them. Keep this in mind the recall button does not always work.

Until the next time,
Kaye

Just a Quickie

Quickie #1: Short story: I was discussing my post on the Kissed a Girl song with Amber, (age 17) that is working at the funeral home this summer. She said to me, Hey Kaye, got me some of that Cherry Chap Stick! I know you like it! (joking) My boss, 83, has no clue and says, "Hey, I've had cherry and grape, I love it." Maybe you had to be there for it to be funny.

Quickie #2: Mary Margaret wants to blog. Should I let her have her own blog or let her be a guest blogger for a while on my blog and see how it goes.

Quickie #3: If I give her her own blog, we need a name for it. Throw out some suggestions! I'll try my first voting poll! She wants to write "reviews" of the movies and books she reads. Oh, and give out love advice. Why advice? Because she is so.wise.already and I am the murderer of Romance.

Who's To Blame?

Note: I know this does not pertain to each and everyone one of us, I saying "in general".

Our children in America are running amuck. How are they running amuck you ask, no morals, no manners, no consideration for another person's feelings, etc. Babies, 13, 14, 15, 16 year old babies (all kids really), are dealing with way too much stress which causes a domino effect in their behavior.

I hear the blame being placed on this, that and the other. Someone blames divorce, peer pressure, music, money. I think that the problem comes full circle to the shoulders of the parents. Most parents are there when the child takes its first breath, love unconditionally, until the teen years. What happens? Do they fall out of love with their child? I don't think so, I think that we have become lazy.

Teenage girl has a question for mom about becoming a woman, pass it off on the school to provide the answer or maybe we should just sit her infront of the TV with an educational movie, or lets leave it alone and let her get the wrong information from other teens, WHO KNOW NOTHING either. Teenage boy wants time with dad, dad brushes him off with, I've not got time, work, play, whatever it is, son is not included, he starts to feel left out, becomes a criminal or a wife beater.

Lazy.

Parents are not PARENTING or they do not know how to PARENT or GUIDE this child/children in the right direction. I also know that every breathing minute can not be dedicated to "watching" over our children. They need their space and we need ours or we would all be crazy. Which brings me to this...

What has set me off on this rant? A new song that my girls seem to know the words to, "I Kissed A Girl" by Katy Perry. I do work, which causes my girls to be in the hands of a baby sitter, which means that I can not be there 24/7 to monitor what goes on. I have had some bad sitters and some good ones. These last 3 years, I have been lucky to have Anna and now this summer Kailey. I still have no complaints. I can say that I stay on top of who they are talking to, texting to and to the music they listen to. I do take the time to talk, whether it is peacefully or a full blown shouting match, we talk. I'm not stupid, I know that I do not get told everything, but they know that I will listen.

This song "I Kissed A Girl" is deceptive. It hides behind this catchy little beat and nice melody, almost sounds like a popular dance song. I was guilty of liking the beat and melody. I have noticed it as "background" noise in the Van on 101.9 KISS FM out of Jonesboro.

My point? I listened to it this weekend and this TRASH was able to slip through undetected.

OMG

Lyrics: I kissed a girl and I liked it. I tasted her cherry chap stick and it was good. I hope my boyfriend don't mind.

I heard both the girls singing with it this weekend. You all know that I was raised Baptist. We take the Bible seriously and literally. God made different races and sexes for a reason. He made men and women to make babies not carpet burn. (ouch, the redneck baptist in me is clawing it's way to the top) There.I.Said.It. I'm not scared. Bring on the comments, throw caution to the wind. Download the song and listen to it, I want to know what you think. What is the point of a blog if you are afraid to give it your all? Yes it is to keep up with each others lives, but it is also an outlet...let's use it.

By the way, I have officially banned KatyPerry.