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Well, back again. Found a new sitter, who never showed up or called. Figures. Then I found another one. She was 30 minutes early the first night. Great babysitter. Super nice, working out wonderfully! I just hope it stays this way. So, I'm working on getting Quinn back home, very very soon. Like in the next couple of days.

My friend and my ex don't get along. I posted something on Facebook about work that annoyed me. One of those status shuffle things, that said exactly how I was feeling at the moment, but said absolutely nothing about work, so I can't get into trouble for it. Anyways, he commented on it, and she commented back. It went back and forth without my knowledge for a few remarks. When I finally found it two hours later, I deleted it all. And I told her that she shouldn't have done that because now I have to deal with the crap that goes along with it. Hopefully he never saw her last comment. Hope doesn't tend to follow me around very often, so he of course saw it. I heard about it, and how I need to delete her as a friend. I don't do well with being told what to do anymore, and I especially won't allow somebody else to pick my friends. So she's still there, and I stood my ground. Since we have kids together, he has to get over it, just like I have to get over things, too. I seem to have a little more trouble with that than he does.

The babysitter took us grocery shopping last night. Spent about an hour longer than I should have, simply because I took the children with us. I don't think I'll be doing that anytime in the near future again! They ask questions about EVERYTHING, and it takes me three times as long to find the right can of soup that's on sale, or whatever it is I was looking for. By the time we got to the end of the store, I was so fried and burned out from them that I skipped the last few things on the list just so I could get home. She also brought her vacuum cleaner over. I am in love! I'm so excited to have clean floors again! I've been vacuuming all day, just because I can!

Tina Fey is being honored for some Mark Twain thing on tv tonight, and I have it on. Chayse read the title of the program and promptly asked all surprised, "Shania Twain is married??" What? Oh, I get it. "No, Mark Twain was an author. He wrote great books, and he's long dead." "Oh. Like what?" So I named a couple. Tom Sawyer, Huckleberry Finn. "Nope. Don't know those ones. So, was Shania Twain ever married?" And this is where the good education is getting us.........!

Feeling Stupid....

Well, first of all, my sitter bailed. She promised the girls that she would come and sit with them if they needed her to, and when they called she said she would call them back, her boyfriend was coming over with dinner. She never called. She didn't take them to church on Sunday, and didn't take them the church classes on Wednesday. They seem to think that she still cares. I feel bad.

I was walking home the other day from work and realized how nice it is here. The birds were singing, it was cool, the water was calm under the bridge, palm trees were gently blowing. And it made me think about how you learn different things about where you grow up. Winter or fall here, is easy. Some here think that it's hard, and cold, but really, it's normal. 40 degrees below zero is not normal, but 20 degrees is. It's still cold, but it can get colder! You adapt to the freezing weather, and learn how to do everything from building a house in summertime, to parking your car in the winter. These things you dont need to know here. Here, you need to know where to find the snakes and how to avoid heat stroke. You don't dare swim in the water here unless it's the ocean. All the lagoons could have alligators, and if they didnt have one yesterday, one might have moved in overnight. Watch for deer when you're driving, but more importantly, watch for alligators crossing, or just chilling in the road. Anyways, things are completely different growing up here versus Minnesota. And unless you're a transplant, you wouldn't ever consider life any other way.

When I got home after my thought-provoking walk, I was a bit mortified as to what I came home to. Tripping over blankets on the floor, I found the light switch, only to reveal candy wrappers, dishes, and clothes all over. I started to clean things up a bit and when I finally sat down with my breakfast, I found hair on the table next to a pair of scissors. Hair! I thought they outgrew this YEARS ago! Even though Riley still has super short bangs thanks to her hair-cutting incident a few months ago. They just never learn. Chayse did it this time, because her 'hair was hard', and rather than washing it, she just cut it. I let them sleep in because I just wasnt ready to deal with them yet. I was awaken at 10am to my door whipping open and the girls frantically yelling about something. Of course they sounded panicked, so that's what I did, panic. Something's wrong, right? Of course it is. Chayse sat in the chair Riley wanted, and Riley was there first, or some stupid thing. I never know what they're fighting about. Back to sleep! For a half an hour. Start again.....I finally just got up at 11. But then they wanted me to stay in bed, and were super nice. Too late though....

I spent a day fighting with the ex-hubby, and over stupid things, too. Like how he can never get a dog again because I don't want one. Huh?? Get a dog! Just don't bring it to my house. I tried to watch a movie with the girls and the hour and a half movie took us all day to watch! Then we went on the computer and were looking through FaceBook. Got a stupid virus. Took me two days to get it out, but I fixed it all by myself! Works great again.

Yesterday was spent trying to get my cat off the roof. He went up there at some point, following Lucky, the little female. She bounces around the rooftops like it's a game, but K is older and sturdier. Not so 'bouncy' anymore. He's still stuck up there. Poor thing. I've put cat food out, tuna out, stacked chairs, totes, and baskets to make it a less far drop for him. Nothing. He's still up there. And the fire department doesnt do cat rescues anymore. Yes, I called the fire department about my cat.

Tonight, my thirteen hour night, my kids called me and asked me 'to get on fb'. What the heck is fb, and how do I get on it? Duh! FaceBook! I thought my mom was silly for not understanding the lingo back then. Guess it's my turn now......

Been Awhile....

Well, where do I begin? It's been so long. Let me try to remember what's been going on.....We had Halloween. That was fun. Riley was a ninja princess, and Chayse was a disco diva. They were cute. We went trick-or-treating at a small community down the road with one of their friends. Chayse lasted about ten minutes in her 'disco boots'. They came off and she ran around in socks for awhile, until we went back by the car and she switched into flip-flops. Riley's ninja headband came off pretty quickly, too, and found it's way into her bag. They didnt get much there, so they wanted to walk around our little neighborhood. That was just a waste of time. The cat came with us, and we knocked on about 50 doors, only about 7 answered. And 3 of those didnt have any candy. Later that night, kids will be kids, and they begged for candy, and more candy. Then they snuck even more when they were told no. Needless to say, I had two sick kids that night.

This week we have no school. I have no idea why they get a week off, but they do. Just random reasons, I guess. So it's not been fun at home. This morning I went to bed at about 730 after working all night. At about 10 am they both came running in screaming that the other one was hitting her, but she started it, no I didnt you did! Nobody wants to wake up to that! And to top it off, when I tried to roll over to go back to sleep after they finished yelling at each other - they didnt even need me! - they came back in. About three times. By the last time, I was overly fed up and told them that I was getting up now. I was told to stay in bed, I need to sleep. Huh? Why would they tell me that now, when they woke me up with fighting? I will never understand them.

On another note, my 'hubby' got a job finally. Working hard instead of hardly working now. It's about time, but he says it feels good to be out there doing some work. I wouldnt know, since I've been working for a long time. Last time I had four months off was probably when we moved down here. I had to get the kids set up in school, unpack the house, get everyone acclimated to South Carolina living. I didnt work for five months at that point, but I stayed pretty busy.

So, one step at a time, we'll continue down this new journey...........