Cleaning @ MindSay 
Wow has it been a week! Well almost! I spent one night home Sunday night from our Fourth of July Camping Trip before I headed to Ponca for another camping trip! I know some of this is going to be a repeat of an old blog get over it!:P
It looks like I am back for one night. I get one last day to myself (cleaning and doing laundry) before I go pick up my kids from Goodwill Camp. I really could care less if it is a Christian Based Camp. It isn't a Bible Camp and it isn't a full on Church Camp. I am worried about my kids to tell the truth. Okay I am more worried about Coltin then DeLaney but I am still worried about DeLaney! No News is Good News is the theory in our family. Since I haven't heard anything, Randy hasn't heard anything, and my parents havent' heard anything, all is well!
Thursday the 3rd of July was a busy day of packing for camping. Then lets add to that shall we! Coltin and DeLaney were staying out of my hair by playing outside with the dog, the cats, and riding their bikes! I was taking some down time before I had to get real busy by reading emails and on the computer! All of a sudden Coltin comes pounding into the house screaming "MOM! Mamma! Mommy! I fell off my bike! My hand hurts!" DeLaney is in the kitchen getting into something and then follows him upstairs. I run half way down the stairs to meet Coltin.
His left palm is tore up! Bleeding and full of gravel and dirt! Not to mention some wood peices! I grab his hand, a dirty jam jam top of DeLaney's off the steps and place over his hand and lift it over his head and then haul him like a sack of taters down the stairs to the kitchen! I uncover his hand and it is still bleeding but I cleaned up enough with the jam jam top that I can see a good chunk is scraped, cut, and raw. I tell him to take a deep breath and breath in via his nose and out his mouth and shove his hand under luke warm water and wash that hand up with dawn dish soap, hollered to DeLaney to get my saline solution off the sink. I also told him no screaming in my ear! He can cry all he wants but if he jerks his hand from my grasp or screams one bit it is going to be worse then what it actually is! He listened thankfully. DeLaney thankfully had the first aid kit ready for me (that is what she was doing in the kitchen when Coltin ran upstairs). I get his hand cleaned up, the majority of the dirt, gravel and wood out and see that we can see fat at the base of his palm were the chunk is cut out of it! GREAT! The hand's skin is so thin anyway and he cut it deep. A trip to the doctor the day we leave for camping!
I call our doctor and talked to his nurse. Sue (doc's nurse) thankfully said to just bring him in, no point in racking up an ER bill and doc was slow that afternoon. It still took us 2 hours to get out of there. Poor Coltin had to soak his hand in antiseptic solution for a half hour and then the doctor had to come look at it. Doc decieded that it was pretty dirty still and had Sue resoak his hand for another half hour. And you know they take forever coming in and out of the room between things! Doctor wasn't going to put any stitches in just glue the flap of skin over since the other half of the wound was scraped up; until he found out we were going camping and then Coltin was going to Camp for a week when we got back. So Coltin ended up in the Official Stitches and Staples Club of our family at age 8! DeLaney entered into that club at 5 with staples in her head!
Once we got home, Randy pulled in and we got on the road to camping! Then we had issues with the Ford. The fucked over rebuilt dodge or Driver Returns on Foot vechile! I HATE Fords! We ended up turning around and loading up my busted up van and Randy's work truck. After that we had a grand time of camping over the 4th of July! Coltin managed to get to go swimming once that weekend. Having Grandma and Auntie as RNs, Daddy an ex EMT/First Responder, and Mommy and Uncle with First Aid Knowledge the boy's hand was covered and water proof!
Anyway, I dropped the kids off at Goodwill Camp at 7 in the moring on Monday the 7th, ended up having coffee with one of my cousin's (her boy was going to Camp also!) and then I came home and busted ass on laundry from the weekend! I finally got packed up and on the road at 4:30 PM for MY camping trip! I had a blast even though my hubby showed up on Monday and Tuesday nights!:P
The plan was for me to go cold turkey smoking since I would have the week to myself. Wrong! Randy didn't want to be home by himself (but I get to be home by myself all the time when he is gone!) That is okay. Monday we just hung around the camp site because it was too late to go fishing and we were on the Northwest corner of the park in the Reserve only camp ground. Tuesday while Randy was working, I took the Tomahawk class! That was a blast! I so want a tomahawk and Randy to build me a target! He said he will do that for me this fall! We got to learn how to hold it proper and throw it properally. We also were told how to hit the target and what to step if we were to far or back or ifit hit a certain way! Randy and I feasted on Steak, coal baked taters, and chips for our supper and then we went fishing. The area of the Mighty Mo we were on is NOT channeled (part of the National River Rec area), boy we learned real fast fishing there was different then fishing in the river up at the damm where it is channeled! We caught nothing that night but that is okay.
Wensday, I went to the archary class and got hit on by the Park Worker teaching it. So scrawny and so blonde! Randy isn't even that blonde! Not bad looking just not my type! Made me feel good though. Oh by the way, I was about the only adult to take the tomahawk and archary class, but I still had fun. Wensday afternoon, I went kayaking on the back waters of the Mighty Mo! OH MY GODS! I want a kayak! That was soooooooooooooo much fun! We didn't go straight into the river but into the back waters! Calmer, not as deep (you roll out you can stand up in some places!) and the current was pretty much none existant unless you were near one of the sandbars leading out to the river! I told Randy he had to buy me two, two man kayaks now! And 1 one man kayak so I can go with out him and the kids! He laughed his ass off! After kayaking, I went back to camp, let the dog out of the tent, made myself an early dinner, cleaned up some of the tent site, and loading up the van with my fishing gear. The girl teaching our kayaking class showed a few of us some of the newer trails that lead down to the river and back waters for better fishing! I fished from 5 pm till 8 pm! I only caught a White Bass but they were nibbling all evening long! It was great! I released the fish, since Randy wasn't staying that night and I dont' eat fish!
I got home yesterday afternoon. Before I came home though, I got my rear windshield fixed, hung out with a friend for the day and when I got home I cleaned up my dinning room. Today I am picking up the rest of the house, getting it spot less and running to my new Wally World ..........Dollar General! I pick my kids up at 6 pm tonight and sometime today I find out if I am picking my nephew up today or tomorrow. Regardless I get two nights home before I head out to Western NE to play softball mom for my neice! We will be back Sunday afternoon (depending on how well my neice's team does in what they call state -it is jr olympics).
I'll eventually post pictures and add lil bits of information here and there! But for now my rambling post is done!
Dixie currently feels:
Alone
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Currently playing:
- Guitar Hero III
- Mario Party 4
Currently listening to:
- Mann Gegen Mann - Rammstein
- Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious - The Vandals
- (F)lannigan's Ball - Dropkick Murphys
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Times cried: None
Wounds inflicted: None
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I awoke at half one.
I haven't had a dream in weeks.
It's quite sad - I used to have amazing dreams.
- Like seeing my worst enemy getting dragged over the Eston nab by two dogs.
Oh, and throwing up on my best friend's face, that was a good dream too. :D
For the first hour or so of my day, I messed around on Guitar Hero III - trying the ridiculous songs on hyperspeed, and so forth.
Then I went downstairs and made myself some hotdogs.
I ate them with some English mild cheddar and four slices of shitty paper-thin Weight Watchers brown Danish bread.
It was quite nice though.
Once I'd ate these, I tidied my room, and put everything on the floor onto my bed - my chair, my fan, my Playstation, et cetera.
I put ten fish fingers in the oven - as I fancied eating them cold in a sandwich later on.
I watched two episodes of You Can't Do That On Television - Nature and Wildlife & Animals, well, because they're sort of related, right?
Suprisingly, they gave me a few ideas for the new version of GRODT.
I don't know how long it'll be before they're either forgotten or wasted like.
(Writing slump still in progress, it seems...)
I hoovered my room, then put everything back.
Then I downed three pints of cold water with ice, and ate my cold fish finger sandwich.
Then I cut my nails. :)
All 20 of them, and filed my fingernails.
Now they're all short and smooth.
I love it when I've just cut my fingernails. I don't know why, I just do.
I feel cleaner, I guess.
It takes a bit of getting used to typing and playing GH3 after going from the 1.5cm fingernail white to the 2mm fingernail white, though.
Today, I've been playing Mario Party 4 again.
I've completed it twice, with all the full present rooms, except the stupid ones for mini-game records.
I have the habit of deleting my saves though.
I'm growing out of it though - this time, the save is staying.
I've completed three boards with Wario so far.
Because the game moves so slow, whilst the computers were taking their turn, I was responding to forum posts.
I'm now onto the final board - so within 45 minutes or so, I'll have completed Wario's present room, along with Peach's and Daisy's.
Adam's coming down tomorrow - the typical Saturday of randomness.
I hope I can get myself hyper-active.
Perhaps the effects of the sugar rush in this orange Lucozade daddy bought me on the way back from playing football might linger till tomorrow afternoon?
Dixie doubts it, like.
Except for that bit where the current nest is driving me crazy, and I want to fly off somewhere else and build anew.
I want to paint something blue. A bedroom, I think. Possibly an office, but I doubt it. No! Bathroom! Soft blue bathroom! Yes!!
I've been mildly internally obsessed with the notion of having my own cat. I like the idea of having me, and my own space, and sharing it with my cat. I'm big on adopting from shelters, if no one's picked that up. I'm well-aware that I can't have a cat in my dorm at Mountain School, so lately I'm just going a little plant-happy. I need something to care for and occasionally fuss over, and I can't count on my future roommate being willing to fill the position.
For the record, no, I will probably never date someone who dislikes animals. Animals, kids, my sisters - gotta get along with all three. But I'm also a little antsy lately about being caught at all. Having my own space has a strong appeal.
There's actually a kind of pleasure derived from taking care of one's own space - just the basics of keeping it clean and happy. Admittedly, my knowledge of plumbing goes about as far as, "What not to flush," and the basics of unclogging a toilet. Construction is not much better. I can hang pictures, I should probably be supervised for a shelf. I have a list of skills to learn.
Sometime, before I'm married, I want to have a time when I'm totally living alone. With my cat**. I'm okay with the notion of being engaged at this time, I'm okay with the notion of being totally single. But I want to have some time, at least a year, of making a home on my own before I start making a home with someone else.
Besides, I occasionally have goofy tastes, and I don't care to inflict them on anyone who'd be suffering through them.
*Jeremy is not going to cut it. Jeremy's the cactus I've had since I was fifteen. He'd very likely do just fine if I only watered him once a month - I think he takes moisture out of the air. He needs occasional watering, and about every year and a half, a new pot. This makes me think he's getting too much water. Something this low-maintenance does not calm the sensation of, "MUST CARE MUST CARE!!"
**It is not that I do not care for dogs. I do, very much so. But I tend to prefer medium-to-large dogs (particularly working breeds), and I feel that the sort of apartment I'm thinking of will not be ideal for said pup's needs. I have big issues with people who get animals and think of them as accessories - if you're going to keep something alive, be aware that it will not always be convenient and cute. You are responsible for caring for what you've claimed and tamed.
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