Living the Life

Hubby has been working serious overtime the last couple of weeks. That's great for our bills because that means they get paid. And who doesn't like that? It makes me feel better. He just got paid Friday and we were able to make some serious payments on our credit cards. They are about to eat us alive! But we haven't used them in three months, which is huge for us. It's also the reason we haven't had any money. Everything gets paid for with cash, or the debit card. But you have to have cash to use the debit card. And with gas going up, and groceries, things just get harder and harder. Slowly but surely we are starting to fill up the hole.

Since he has been working so much, that means I am spending more time alone with the kids. This is not necessarily a bad thing. Until it gets to be about 9 at night and they still aren't in bed yet. By then, my patience has dried up and blown away. I try to have dinner ready at a decent hour so we can eat and they can get to bed, but it hasn't been happening that way lately.

I have to say that one of the perks of homeschooling is that they don't have to be in bed by a certain time. We don't have to get up and get ready for school. Most of the time we do our school work in our pajamas. I like that part. I will brush my teeth before we get started. It's not nice to read to my kids with morning breath. Not that it stops them, but whatever. The point I was trying to make, and got away from (duh!), is that if hubby gets home late, I can keep the kids up so he can spend time with them.

I got to do the shopping today all by myself. Hubby made a point to get off at 6 and home by seven so I wouldn't be out too awful late. I still need to get meat and cereal, but I don't buy Wal Mart meat. And our local Winn Dixie is having a sale on both things. So tomorrow after church we will probably make a quick stop.

I spent alot of time on the computer today just vegging and looking at other people's blogs. I know several people that have blogs that I like to keep up with. My friend Scott is one of those people. I never know what he's going to say, but I am always entertained.

I have always enjoyed Scott's writing. He has a way with words unlike anyone I have ever known. Not just the way he writes but the way he speaks is flowing and melodious and I love it. I always thought that he would be a fantastic writer. I have great story ideas if he would just write the book. Me, I get tired of the typing and lose track after a couple of pages.

I've always thought Scott has an "old soul". He has an affinity for things that people our age shouldn't have an affinity for, at least according to society. He loves old movies, show tunes, and classic authors. He has actually inspired me to read books that I didn't think I would like. And I ended up liking them anyway.

One of our homeschool moms has a blog that can be very inspirational. She is very much a Christian and uses alot of scripture in her blog. I am a little disappointed that she hasn't blogged in a couple of weeks. I'm waiting for a new entry to read.

I spent some time today reading other people's blogs. I was reading Scott's and when I was done, I hit the next blog button. I skipped over the ones in foreign languages that I can't read, read some in the languages that I can read, but mainly stuck to the ones in English. How interesting are other people's lives? I have always wanted to know what made people tick.

I have an ex that used to love to go to the airport and people watch. I had the best time. I used to wonder where people were going, how long they would be there, did they have a connecting flight. I wondered why some people would wear the clothes they traveled in, did their hair that way. I love to know the motivation behind the person. I do that in traffic, too. Where are all those people crammed in that minivan going? Are they all going to the same place? Are they related? My mom says I was born asking questions. She didn't think I would ever stop. I haven't. Some people call me nosy, I call myself inquisitive.

After I got off the computer, my phone rang (I really don't like dial up. But no changes in the near future for this section of the county, so I just go with the flow). Again, I digress. It was my sister in law that I don't really speak to anymore. She had insurance billing questions that she needed an answer to. Then she called me back about an hour later and wanted to vent about her aunt, who the question was for. What?!? We haven't spoken to each other unless absolutely necessary in almost two years, and now you want a venting buddy? Where were you two years ago when I needed a venting buddy? But, with a big sigh, I let her. Why? Because I am a good person like that. Ha, ha, ha. I called hubby after and told him. He almost drove off the road.

I took my iPod to the store with me tonight. I plugged myself in, turned the music up and bopped and danced all over Wal Mart. People looked at me a little strangely, specially when I was rocking out to the Foo Fighters. But really, when I hear that song, I cannot control myself. It just happens. I had the best time. Nobody bothered me, nobody harassed me. I didn't hear other people's kids crying and having fits. I did get help from a really nice man who helped me get a box of canned pineapple off teh top shelf. As short as I am, I had to stretch to get the box and pull it forward. What I didn't know was that it was on top of another box. I dropped pineapple all over the floor. Good thing they were canned and didn't make a mess. The nice man even picked those up for me. I took out my earphones long enough to give him a great big thank you!

Music for me is a fantstic escape and release. No matter what I'm feeling, I can always come up with a song to lift my mood, or tamp it down, or whatever I need it to do. Music soothes this savage beast. I like to turn it up and share it with others. Of course, not everybody appreciates my music. I was on my way very early one morning to help set up for VBS, and really needed something to wake me up. I had my windows down and P.O.D. blasting through my speakers. I looked over at a red light and this guy in a car had his windows down, staring at the minivan with hard Christian rock pouring out of the speakers. I just waved and took off when the light turned green.

It's time for bed now. I leave you with yet another glimpse into my boring life that makes me happy. Maybe tomorrow will be more interesting. Or maybe not.