We may be in need of legal services here in Mathews County. I think my sweet little Binky girl may just have a violent side.
I woke up this morning to a horrid scene of a murdered pink doggie. Guts were everywhere! I will have nightmares about this for ages..
I heard a year or so ago that Sophia had good legal representation over at Got Gauge during the Sheepie murder investigation, however, I think it was found that her legal counsel, Bosco, was the actual killer.
Things are going well here in the water world! Especially since we now have running water in the house again. Yes I make that sound like we have been without water for weeks on end. In all honesty it was only for a few hours this morning.. but STILL! The waterman knows more than just working on the water.. apparently he can work on THE WATER too. After completely gutting (what is it with gutting around here today) the pump house he put everything back and we now have pressure!! I think I stood in the shower for an extra 5 minutes this evening in complete udder awe because I had forgotten what that actually felt like! Have I mention lately how much I love this man!!! The man who gives me WATER!
We are going to watch the Farce of the Penquins now.. Someone remind me to give this man extra kisses tonight!
No real post about life as a waterman's wife today. If anything he should post about how pathetic of a wife I have been today! From 2 pm until 11 pm tonight I have had my nose stuck in a book! Promise Not To Tell. I linked the title of this post to the authors website.
This is probably one of the most gripping books I have read in FOREVER. If you are mystery lover you will LOVE this book.
Ok so I wasn't such a great wife today.. I didn't even cook him dinner, but I DID go get his wedding ring resized today so it would stop falling off. That counts for something right?
Well besides my wonderful handsome husband that is.
To be honest a few years ago I would have answered this question with a very strange look followed directly by.. "WHAT??? YOU MUST BE KIDDING!!! RIGHT???" Now I answer in a more dignified way.. with "OH PPPUUUULLLLLLEEEEZZZZEEEE!!" followed with a big eye roll!
Just kidding Marie.
In all seriousness I found out a few years ago that the term "waterman" is very localized term used on the Chesapeake Bay. It means just what it says actually, it is a man who works on the water. It doesn't matter what his catch is, fish, crabs, clams, or oysters. If he gets up at the crack of dawn and is on his boat or if he works all night does not matter. What matters is that he makes his living from what he catches on the bay.
When the question was asked I did a quick google search and I found this poem written by Jennings Evans. I felt that it summed everthing up beautifully and truthfully.
What is a waterman? Well, that's not easy to define But he comes from a special breed He's usually not the wimpish kind. He's dedicated to making a living From a blustery Bay That can be unrelenting On any given day.
Each day becomes a battle For which he must prepare To fight against the summer's heat Or the winter's chilling air.
A waterman has to endure it all The wind, the ice, the rain Nothing comes easy to him Except the aches and pains.
Sometimes a waterman is not understood By his fellow man His ways are rough and rugged He's not satisfied too long on land.
Sometimes he's witty and humorous Sometimes he's an ornery old goat But what seems to make him the happiest Is when he's aboard of his boat.
You might say a waterman lives An unusual way of life He spends more time with his boat Than he does with his wife.
Of course, he will try to make sure His wife isn't completely ignored If there's extra work on the boat to do He'll try to lure the old gal aboard.
Now the watermen's news is usually heard Down at the General Store Where each waterman can communicate Or even take the floor.
Many topics are discussed But the most popular form of gab Almost always boils down To nothing but oysters and crabs.
It's the pursuit of oysters or crabs That make the waterman's day He's very hard to live with When he can't get out on the Bay. A waterman must have a special knowledge To keep his boat and rig in shape It's really surprising how much he can fix With a piece of wire or tape.
And then a waterman's disposition Is not completely sour Except, maybe when he has to arise In the wee, early morning hours.
But he can be downright entertaining When he spins a yarn for you And he's certainly not above Throwing you a curve or two.
But it would be a sad old day Should the independent waterman Be forced to leave the Bay.
Big corporations with their smooth operations Would quickly move in with their slick manipulations And then, where do you think the watermen would be Of course, working for "The Big Man" and no longer free.
Yes, these are times of apprehension When a waterman can't clearly see What lies ahead for the Chesapeake Bay Or what his catch will be.
Still he must be determined To have the faith, and hope That with the good Lord's help, he'll make it Along with his trusty old boat.
What is a waterman? He's just a man, who works on the sea Who helps provide the food That God has given to you and me.
May God bless all the watermen As they toil on the Bay each day. And may he always watch over the watermen The colorful watermen of the Chesapeake Bay.
Just for your futher enjoyment this is a little peek at what my Waterman does.
For the record waterman have always been my heros. I love you guys. Grandaddy, Pop, Uncle Tay, Uncle Bill, RoRo may all of you be working the bay in heaven hauling in record catches. To my guys still here, My Waterman, JW and Gunsmoke, I worry, it is what I do, but for you all I hope the day comes that the tides turn.
Today started out like any other.. I woke up. That is where normal ENDS for this lovely day.
It wasn't all bad.. Let's start with some good things.
I went to these places today. I can't tell you what I got at one of those places (surprises) and there is another store's bag, but that is in the car and I am not going out in the rain to get it.
I had these tonight. After posting last night about my huge rear end I eat this today.. MORONIC I tell ya..
I am sleeping in this tonight. Granted I am sleeping in it alone and that does not make me happy in the least but it does look comfy doesn't it? Oh and the pillows are heavenly. I really need new pillows at home.
Ok on to the interesting things..
I got up at 4 am to catch a flight to Chicago. I really did not want to get up that early but I did. I had no desire to leave the wonderful Waterman, the little Binky Boo, or the little Dude, but alas I made my way to the truck after as many kisses as I could squeeze in.
Get to the airport- check. Get through security- check Get to gate- check Play on Internet while waiting for loading- check Call home check on Waterman, Binky and Dude- Check Load Plane- check Take off- UNCHECK... NO CHECK.. NO NOTHING..
We were loaded on the plane for the pilot to immediately come on the intercom to say that we are delayed two hours!!! I mean SERIOUSLY.. WHY DO THEY DO THIS? I know they knew before putting us on the plane that we were NOT going anywhere. Ok fine whatever.
Settle in for a wait- chec... oh not so fast there.. I am sitting beside a lady who didn't bother to book her flight until last night and as surprising as it was to her she was not seated beside her husband. Well boo hoo. Ok fine not boo hoo. I felt giving and after all I would have wanted to sit next to my waterman too, so I agreed to switch seats with her husband. I mean after all it was caddy corner to me and was still an isle seat.
Pack Laptop back up- check Grab book- check Switch Seats- check Settle in for wait-chec.. oh this is SO NOT happening.. the nice lady that is in the middle seat (who was quite a bit older than I am and since you all know how large I am I can say this and not feel guilty at ALL.. quite a bit larger than I am) can't keep her arm in her seating area.. her arm kept getting in my space!! In my rib area. Then she wants to chat. I am emailing work on my blackberry.. here is how that conversation went. OL (old lady) Oh you have one of those text things. Me mmhhm OL Are you texting people about the delay? Me unntaahh OL Are you using that for work? Me mmhhmm OL Is it really that important? Me mmmhhmm OL I see Me (to myself in my head) NO LADY YOU DON'T SEE A DANG THING.. YOU DON'T SEE THAT YOUR ELBOW IS BURIED THREE INCHES INTO THE FLAB THAT IS OVER MY RIBS. YOU DON'T SEE THAT I AM IGNORING YOU. AND YOU ARE TOO OLD TO SEE WHAT I AM ACTUALLY TYPING ON MY BLACKBERRY AT THE MOMENT THANK GOD CAUSE IT IS ALL ABOUT YOU AND YOUR FRIGGIN ELBOW. NO LADY YOU DON'T SEE AT ALL!!!
Now typically I am not this mean about things, but I forgot to tell you about boarding the plane. That didn't help matters much. I boarded behind a older smaller Asian gentleman, picture an older rougher Mr Miyagi. This man had a larger bag than I have ever seen allowed on a plane. I am not sure how he was even allowed to board with this thing but he did. He lugged this thing behind him and seemed so frail I wanted to pick it up and carry it for him, that was before he backed up and banged me with it TWICE. No excuse me.. No I am sorry.. Only thing I got for my banged shins was a evil nasty look. Asswipe. So we FINALLY make it back to the seats, Miyagi is in the row behind my original seat. Keep in mind I am only on a one night trip so I only have my back pack and planned on storing it under the seat, well apparently Miyagi was afraid I was going to put my bag in the over head bin over my seat because he tried to take my head off with that monstrous bag of his!!! Frail my ass!
So you see, between getting up way early, delayed flights, Miyagiasswipe, Musical Seats, Elbows, and nosy granny.. I had finally HAD ENOUGH and was about to blow my lid. Anyway I think that the yelling in my head must have scared Granny Elbow a little because she started to leave me alone. Back to the check list.
Get book out- check Get Mac out- check Email Lis back on BB- check Start Settling back in for the wait-chec.. OH NO NO NO NO NO THIS IS SOOOO NOT HAPPENING.. OL.. Excuse me. Me.. muttering under breath OL.. Excuse me. Me.. yes. OL.. My husband needs to stand up. Me.. (in my head again) BITE ME.. GRAMPS can cramp up and pee himself for all I care I am not moving.. Me for real. Ok.. Stand up - check Move out of way- check Let Gramps by - check Smile cause he seems as miserable with Granny Elbow as I am - check Sit back down to wait for Gramps to come back- check
OL.. you know I think I will go while he is going.. ME (head again) if you don't make up your friggin mind I am going to stick a fork in your eyeball and pluck it out. ME.. audible sigh
Apparently Granny Elbow didn't have to tinkle like Gramps, she apparently had to float a log that gagged Rows 21 through 15. All the while I am standing there waiting.. what was the point in sitting back down.
Ok.. so Gramps shuffles back into his seat and Granny Stinky Elbow flops back in hers. I settle back into mine. FINALLY Settle in for long wait and two hour flight - CHECK CHECK CHECK CHECK CHECK
So finally we are on the way, Granny Stinky Elbow reads a book which is fine by me, but then it is beverage time. I get coffee and she has the NERVE to tell me to BE CAREFUL with it. Uumm do I look like I am 2???
Live through Turbulence from Hell without puking- CHECK Land- Check Stand up and Wait for people to get their luggage-CHEEAARRRRGGGGHHHH Granny Stinky Elbow shoved me into the isle!!! I didn't need to get luggage out of the bins so I was waiting, well she didn't want to so she SHOVED me into the isle!! WHAT THE HELL! So then I spent the next 10 minutes being bumped around the isle because I was in the way. Get off plane- Check Get rental Car- Check Work- Check
That should be the end of my tragic day. Umm no. Joe (aka my Dad) calls me and says that Dude's book bag is gone (in this book bag is his clothes and all of his medications for tomorrow) Me-Gone? What do you mean GONE? Joe-He says someone stole it. Me- That didn't happen Joe- Probably not but we don't have it.. Me- Ok.. I am sorry Joe- I went and got him some clothes Me- didn't you get his medicine Joe- he doesn't have any Me- yes he does I picked it up YESTERDAY Joe- He doesn't know where it is Me- IT HAS BEEN IN THE SAME PLACE FOR 6 MONTHS.. Joe- I will take him to get it.
so he does.. I love my Joe.. but when they get back to Joe's house.. dude only has ONE sock with him. This is after making TWO trips to my house. Whatever, tomorrow he is going to school in dirty socks!!
Ok.. that seems like enough right? Nope not for me. I finally get all checked in the hotel and take a much need shower to relax. I forget to take my contacts out before showering and there is just something about hotel water, maybe it is the chlorine, it dries my eyes out really bad. It took me about 10 minutes to unstick the little sheets of plastic from my eyeballs and THIS is what I was left with.
I did get one half way cool airport picture today though.. see?
On days like today I look in the mirror and try to figure out where the hell I went. Or maybe I should say why is there enough of me to make TWO of me. Seriously! When I got pregnant with Bud I weighed just about 100 pounds. When I got pregnant with Dude I weighed about 20 more pounds than that.. MAYBE. Now.. Let's just say I am serious when I say there is enough to make two of me.
I have tried diets, lost some weight, gained it back, lost some weight, gained MORE back, lost some weight, gained WAY MORE back. I am now at the point I am not even comfortable in my own skin. I don't know who I am or why I can't put the fork down.
Hang on I need to get the doughnut sugar off of my fingers..
Ok back.. Now there is popcorn butter on my fingers..
Ok back.. Hang on I can't type and eat this bowl of ice cream..
Ok back..
DO YOU THINK I HAVE AN ISSUE??? I do. I am scared. I am miserable. I am sad.
And I don't know what to do..
Have you seen me??? If you have please send me back to Mathews County so maybe I can start over and do this differently!!
I was having a hard time figuring out what to fill this blank page I have been looking at for the last 15 minutes with. Maybe that is where I was actually going wrong, I was trying to THINK of something to write about instead of just letting it happen. So I did what I have always done when I had something I couldn't answer. I asked my sister.
Tomorrow she has to take a test and she told me to write about that. So I am. This test she has to take is the third in a series of tests she is taking. She is on her way to study for this test right now. I wish I could take this test for her, if for nothing else but a little bit of pay back.
I have a confession. I graduated high school in the CLASS OF 89 from Mathews High School. I was in the class and I did graduate with the class but the confession is I graduated LAST in the class. That is right out of the 83 people in our senior class that year I was number 83. Well I guess actually 82 because one of my very close friends didn't make it. I wasn't last in my class because I was stupid, wait maybe it was because I was stupid, it wasn't because I was dumb, wait maybe it was because I was dumb, it wasn't because I was unintelligent!!! There finally I got it right. I was actually quite smart, I just didn't want anyone to KNOW I was smart. That would mean I wasn't cool!
In the years of trying so hard to be cool I do not remember ever doing the first bit of homework. I do not remember lugging books home. I do not remember taking notes in class. I don't remember studying for test. I do not remember these things because I did not do them. The only reason I ended up graduating at all was because of my sister. I can't even begin to tell you the number of nights she sat at home doing homework while I was out looking for my next beer. I can't tell you the number of times on the way to school or class that she crammed weeks worth of info down my throat so I could at least get a high F on a test.
Now she has a test to take and I wish I could study for her. I wish I could cram the information in her tomorrow morning so she didn't have to study. I wish I could do this so she could be knitting. I wish I could find a way to thank her for everything she did for me.
I did prove to myself and the rest of the world that I was in fact really quite smart ten years later when I went back to college and graduated with a 4.0 gpa, but that will not give her the time back of her youth that she spent trying to keep me in some kind of manageable order.
Thank you Middle Sis.. I love you! LHK 4-ever Mav B
Today has been nothing but what you would consider normal. No major melt downs on my part. No major drama for the Dude. No major boat issues for the waterman. All in all it has been a very typical normal day in someone else's world. In my world typical and normal are two words that do NOT describe the NORMAL day at all. Typically and normally something would be amiss, but not today. Nothing. Quiet. It is quite odd. Wait I am sorry there is 2 hours and 44 minutes left in my day for something to go not quite right.
Maybe I should explain. Not quiet right is not a bad thing at all. My not quiet right is my normal. my routine, and to be honest things don't seem quiet right when everything is even keeled. I love chaos. I always have for as long as I can remember I revolved around one form of chaos or another. Long ago it was bad chaos, these days my chaos maybe the fact that my Dude never comes home unless forced. Or maybe a knitting pattern that isn't doing what I think it should. Or Binky Boo getting sick for no apparent reason.. WAIT WAIT WAIT.. back up there.. Binky got sick today for no apparent reason. There chaos and normalcy restored in my world. (side note she is fine it seems she just nibbled on something that didn't agree with her)
JW stopped by today to say hi. It was good to finally SEE him. Talking online with him is great but just having him stop by on a whim is always cool. Too be honest I wish we saw more of him. He is a great kid. He is probably going to kill me for calling him a kid because he is far from what most of you would consider being a kid, but this isn't your world it is mine and for me it doesn't matter if he is 60 he will still be a kid.
Speaking of kids. My youngest kid has decided that the neighbors house is where he belongs. Not that I don't love he fact that he is having a great time. Not that I don't love the little bit of peace of mind it gives me to not see him sulking around he house doing that kid whine of a thing that grates on my nerves like nails on a chalk board. Oh if you have kids you know the one... the horrid, horrible, hair raise, blood curdling statement "I'm BOOORRRRREEEEEEDDDDDD!!!!" I don't miss any of that. I am just worried he is going to wear out his welcome. I have been told repeatedly that won't happen, that he will be sent home if he stays a second longer than he should. But still I worry that he will become the neighborhood nuisance. Or maybe I am just worried I am becoming the neighborhood UNCOOL mom and how horrifying that would be!!!
Hope all of you had a wonderful Monday. I am going to spend time with the wonderful Waterman.
Just wonderful on the water in spring time! I have spent the last two afternoons on the water with my wonderful husband. Alone. As in just us. That is something that does not happen all that often. Typically we have friends or children or both with us. This weekend it was just us!!! Please do NOT get me wrong we LOVE it when friends ride along, we enjoy being with them and the conversation and the laughs, but sometimes it is so peaceful out there just cruising and hearing nothing but the John Deere rumbling. This afternoon was a little chilly so I spent the whole trip on the engine box wrapped up in a towel, because it was so cold I did not realize the amount of sun I was getting on my face. I look like ... well a sun burnt me.
Dude had a good weekend too. He spent the weekend with friends. I love the amount of independence he has been exerting lately. He is growing into a fine young man.
My son, Bud, came over yesterday afternoon so the Waterman and I could go out to dinner. Did you read that.. we went out to dinner! Dinner at a restaurant with REAL napkins. Real napkins in these parts are a rarity. The food was ok.. but the company was AMAZING. Have I mentioned lately how in love with the Waterman I am?
Back to Bud. That kid is absolutely the most amazing person I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. The twelve agonizing hours I spent in labor with him was worth each and every terrifying second. He is 15 going on 30. The maturity level of this kid is something I am not even sure I have met yet. He gets his drivers license in a year, learners in 3 months and in no way am I afraid he will go out and do something stupid. You know something stupid like driving as fast as you can to a 90 degree corner to see how fast you can go and how close you can get before slowing down, I should also mention this corner had a brick wall at the end; or like taking off and driving to Florida after being up for two days partying; or drag racing; or drag racing through a stop sign. (you had to be really good to do that and not get hit.. I never got hit) OH I should mention all the above STUPID STUPID STUPID things listed I did and that BARELY scratches the horror story surface. I am lucky. My parents weren't. I should say I am lucky with Bud because the kid has a great head on his shoulders. Dude unfortunately is mini me when it comes to personality, he won't be driving until he is 40.
I say I am not worried about Bud doing any of those things but I am worried, very worried. For every mature 16 year old on the road there are 20 kids that were just like me. Let's see how fast I can go. What happens if I am going 65 and yank up the emergency brake? Can I drink 20 beers and drive? Can I pee in church parking lots with the cops watching and not get arrested? Believe me, these things cross a kids mind at 16, 17, 18.. that is what worries me. What the other people on the road are doing.
Not to mention what my daughter will attempt to talk him into doing. Hmmm maybe I am just as unlucky as my parents after all! They should hand out Xanax prescriptions to parents when their kids start driving. Ok I am going to have a nervous break down now.
But I will leave you with pictures of my brats when they were babies.
Sorry. I am just not in the mood to post pictures today. Why you ask, because I desperately want a new camera. The more I look at other blogs the more I realize how inadequate my own pictures are. How lame.. how pathetic.. how non artist. I am ashamed to post any more pictures. That does not mean I am not taking pictures, it just means you won't see them.
I am just bumming around today. Nothing much going on. The Waterman is out working on boats for the Boatman. The Dude is out playing somewhere in the neighborhood.
Can I just say that is one small joy .. make that a LARGE joy of living in a small town. I can guarantee that when my little Dude hops on his bike and takes off in the morning he is going to end up at the house of someone that I went to school with or someone that I have known most of my life or someone that I am directly related to. It is so incredibly nice outside today that it would be a shame for the little brat to sulking around the house all day like he used to when we lived in the city and there was no bike riding or going off on your own. Living in a place like this opened up a whole new world to him that he never knew he was missing.
I wish I could say that this afternoon we were taking off on a nice boat ride and I would be taking along a camera worth taking but alas the Home Depot calls us and that is where we will spend the beautiful afternoon. Looking a power tools, large powerful power tools. HMMM maybe that won't be so bad.
Happy Saturday Everyone!
Oh shoot here.. one picture taken with a crappy camera.
It is the truth but not the whole truth. I realized this when I was sharing old pictures with my oldest son tonight.
Ok so technically he isn't my son he is my step son, but I have never liked the word step-whatever. It seems so detatched. I am sure some of you will not agree with me on this but that is how I feel so deal with it. Heck I have a sister that isn't even a step-whatever nor is she a half-somethingorother she is just my sister and I love her dearly and at times dislike her just like one too. I can honestly say you can dislike and love someone at the same time.. just ask her.
Our Boys.
This is one of my favorite pictures of all time. It was taken last year long before I even knew that young man would be my son, but it was still one of my favorites even then. Our boys, the oldest and the youngest. Aren't they handsome?
Ok let's get back to the point of this post. My deception. You see I am not just the wife of a waterman.
I am the Great-Granddaugther of a waterman.
This is Captain Henry Owens. He owned four boats that I am aware of. One was named after my grandmother, the Ellen Marie. I was named after her, the Dude likes to say that I was named after a boat.
I am the Granddaughter of a waterman.
This is Captain Snooks. Pop as I called him. He owned two boats. The Pet and the Virginia. I have no clue where those names came from but he worked on the water until he couldn't anymore and even on his death bed he woke up more than one morning at 4 am saying it was time to go in the bay to fish his pound nets.
I am NOT the daughter of a waterman.
My father hi-tailed it out of the water world as soon as he was old enough to hold down a regular job. Somehow the saltwater didn't make it in his blood and hunting did. I still love my Hounddog though.
I am the wife of a waterman.
Being the great-granddaughter and the grand-daughter of watermen has done nothing for the worry I go through every time the wind blows when one of these guys is out on the water, but this is my life and I love it.
I am the Mom of a waterman.
To be honest I am new this part and I am sure that worry of him being out there on the water will drive me insane but I will get used to it... at least that is what I keep telling myself. I remember when The Waterman took my camera on the boat with him last winter and this particular day was very very COLD.
I am the Mother of a Future waterman.
My little one informed me that when he grew up he was going to work on the water. I hope he means as a hobby because the working part of the water is dying rather quickly. So many rules and regulations put in place by people with book smarts and no working knowledge of the bay.
Now you have the truth and you have met the men in my life all in one post.
For years when I wanted to run off I always had this fanatasy story of running off to Arizona and living in one of those streamline trailers in teh dessert. Why I don't know because that quite possibily would be the most miserable place in the world to be in one of those bullet homes. Can you even imagine how HOT it would get in there?? Maybe that was the point.. trading one misery for the other. I dont' know really. The point is in the past few days I have decided that I do not want to run off to Arizone in a Streamline. Oh I do still want to run off just not to there.
Where I want to go I want to see this every morning..
Where I want to go I can nap with this much comfort every day.
Where I want to go I can knit what I want when I want.
Where I want to go I can eat these whenever I want. Like last night.
Where I want to go I can listen to what I want when I want.. (note that is 2566 songs listed)
Where I want to go I can go to bed with this every night.
So what I have found is where I want to run is home. I just couldn't get there last night even though I was here.
Actually in my world I am getting ready to talk about the big things, but when you put it in perspective (yes there I go again) we are all very small in comparison to the world. I have been doing some thinking, I have always said for as long as I can remember that I didn't NEED anything. You could take everything away from me and I would be ok, and because I am such a hardheaded strong willed person I still say that I don't NEED anything but there are quite a few things that I want. I am going to let you into my strange little world and show you a few things that I do NOT WANT to ever have to live without.
MY WONDERFUL WATERMAN
There is something to be said for a man who loves his wife even though she wears bunny ears! Seriously, I do not ever want to think about life without this man. He knows how to make me laugh and smile even when I can't don't want to.
MY SWEET DUDE
This little guy gets on my LAST NERVE at times, but what kid doesn't. Every day I see something new through his eyes. He is an angel. That is the only thing I can say.
BINKY BOO
I never would have thought that a dog could capture my heart the way this little one has. She is part of this family and everyone in the house LOVES her.
COFFEE AND MARLBORO'S
I didn't say that they were all GOOD for me now did I? I just said it was stuff I didn't want to live without, and to be completely honest the coffee and Marlboro's keep me sane which in turn keeps the previous three "Don't Want to Live Withouts" from running away from me screaming!
MY BLANKIE AND PILLOW
Don't ask. I have had the pillow for as long as I can remember. Asswipes People have actually been hurt over this pillow. NO ONE gets to touch my pillow.. NO ONE. That includes the "Don't Want to Live Withouts" and in truth they are all afraid to touch it. As for the Blankie I am not as attached to that. I will allow other people to touch it, but not sleep with it or snuggle with it. The Blankie is MINE and when it is time to watch Law and Order I do NOT want to have to say to someone.. give me my blanket.. I want it sitting there waiting for me in all of it's fluffiness.
JENNY MAC
That is what I named my laptop, yes there is a story behind it. No I don't feel like telling you at the moment. This thing keeps me connected to friends and family that I have all over the United States and as of 8 pm tomorrow night I can say all over the WORLD! I don't want to post pictures of all my friends it will take way too long. So I posted Jenny MAC cause this is my connection to those people. Family, Friends and the Internet.. all things I do not want to live without.
Life is short.. Live every day to the fullest.. Find something to smile about every day.. and never forget that we all have things in our lives we don't want to live without.
When I was a child, which is different than saying when I was CHILDISH, because that I still am. Ok back to the story.... When I was a child I used to pick on my younger brother TERRIBLY. I was always much taller than he was and a considerable amount meaner. My mother (who I still say loved him more) used to say, "One of these days he is going to be bigger than you and he is going to get you!!" Well she was right .. sort of. He did end up much taller than me, a foot taller to be exact. HOWEVER he never got me, why you ask, because I was always way meaner and much more sneaky and very hard person to GET. I am not sure that anyone ever GOT me.
Yesterday, my friend Pat and The Boatman (yes I just named him that Pat) came by to deliver work, and with them they brought Rudder who happens to be Binky's brother. Now let me put this in perspective for you, because I like doing that.. putting things in prespective .. Rudder is STILL twice as big as Binky if not more. I seriously need to take her to the Post Office and have her weighed. But the point is compared to her he is HUGE!! Binky is a fairly nervous little bugger so I was a little concerned that she would shimmer and shake and hide behind me. uummm NOT!!!
Yes I did watch too much Sesame Street as a child but I LOVED Big Bird!!! Big Bird was my Blue or Dora or whatever that little Carpenter dude's name is. I loved me some Big Bird!!!
B is for BINKY!!!
Who as you can see is still the cutest little girl EVER!!!! She has found her voice. Apparently she does NOT like other people touching her Mommy. Twice she has barked because people touched me. Thank goodness she doesn't seem to mind her Daddy getting near me!!
B is for BEEF!!!
This is what I am cooking for my wonderful husband The Waterman tonight... that other bowl is mushrooms and onions.. and I was worried I didn't know how to be a good wife!
B is for BIG BLUE BOAT BAG!!!
I should have put things in it so you can see how HUGE this thing is!!! It is laying on a couch cushion a large couch cushion. The bag was fun to make after modifying it because I couldn't do the basketweave pattern it called for. It wasn't your typical basketweave. In the future I see this bag carrying many many beers to the boat! As well as towels, sunscreen, iPod, and any other thing we may need for a day on the water. I love this BIG BLUE BOAT BAG now that it is done!!! I may even start the little one that matches to put the small items in so as not to get lost in the vastness of this very big bag!
B is for BOYS!!!
Apparently there is a golf course in my back yard I didn't know about until The Waterman and Otis pointed it out to me the other day. It was a gorgeous day and I was attempting to hang out clothes on the line. Do you know how scary it is hanging clothes on the line when two boys are hitting golf ball in your direction?
B is for BABY BOY!!!
The Dude came home today from vacationing with his Ganee in Florida. He has a tan. I don't. I am jealous. I also think he grew 3 inches while he was gone. It is amazing how a little time away from your child makes you see things that you wouldn't normally in day to day life. My Baby Boy is growing up! I have to wonder if there is a way that I can keep him little forever. I miss the little things he used to say before he knew better. Like Budweiser Stalker Man instead of Buzz Lightyear Star Command. Or one of my personal favorites " I can hear your Harp Beeping." when I would hug him close. He is at an age where friends are more important than me and that makes me miss the days that his life revolved around where Mommy was. I have to say that I do love this age though, he is finally asserting some independence and it is completely amazing to watch him grow in to a young man.
B is also for BAD weather.
I do not have pictures of impending BAD weather. I do have pictures of last time. All we can do is hope that this doesn't happen again!
Just so you know. That is a picture of our FRONT yard, the creek is in the BACK yard!!! I took that picture from our front steps!!
Apparently I had a thing for exclamation points today. It's my blog and I will exclamation point if I want to!!!
My dog and the phone are just about the same size!!! She is being such a good little girl, she is trying so hard to go potty where she is supposed to!!! I can completely understand why she isn't liking the paper training thing.. she gets her feet wet! I am sorry but peeing on your own feet is NOT acceptable! Especially for such a little princess. I am trying alternate things and will see what happens.
The infamous "THEY" say that these little dogs are one people dogs but I can honestly say she loves her Mommy and Daddy equally. She spends part of the time snuggled up to me while I am either on the computer or knitting and part of the time with her Daddy while he is snoring or eating. I think she got seriously afraid something was wrong with him yesterday when he fell asleep on the sofa and started snoring. She stood in the floor in front of him whining and then jumped up on the sofa and snuggled down and took a nap herself.
I have also decided that in order to get REALLY REALLY good sleep one must learn to sleep like this!!!
In knitting news.. I have done more rip rip rip than knit knit knit. When I actaully get past row 3 on something I will show it to you, until then you only get pictures of the Baby.
I am also a little worried because the REAL 9 year old baby comes home on Saturday from FL. I am sure there will be good pics of him then, but what is he going to think about not being the BABY anymore. And is it possible to teach a 9 year old to play GENTLY with something so small???
Ok Ok it is ONE puppy and ONE purse.. I am not even sure it is a purse.. it is more of a bag but it is finished!!!
I can not remember what all the little things are for knitting projects so I will just do the two I remember.
Fun level.. very simple knit. Designed by a child for a child I believe but it was for such a good cause and I really like the outcome of the bag that I just had to make it.. Gold Eyelets Silver Yarn and all!
What I would have done to make it my own.. I did make it my own! It has no boobies and I made stripes instead. I think I even did pretty well measuring them so they look ok.
Ok so I really need to get myself a knitting project template badly!
This was just a quick update for today. Hopefully later this evening I will figure out how to add my Flickr badge so you can see ALL the wonderful pictures and also maybe I will figure how to to get this thing to upload more than one picture to a post!
This probably isn't the best picture I could get but it will have to do for now. The little thing is exhausted as well as ME! Wow.. what a drive to pick up something sooo tiny! She has a name, The Waterman named her, he went completely out in left field for her name and picked nothing that we had discussed but in his normal fashion he saw her for 5 seconds and had her named. She will forever be now known as Binky. Granted she does LOOK like a Binky so it works well.
I took her in to see her brother this afternoon and she is HALF his size!!! Did you see what I said? HALF!!! She is the tiniest little thing I have ever seen.
We also went shopping today in true girl fashion and she picked out the following: Pink Collar Pink Harness Collar Pink Leash Iams Smart Puppy food. Natural Blend training treats Pink and Blue Lamb (or it may be an ant eater we really aren't sure) Hot Dog squeeky toy for her brother Purple and Gold Carrying bag (that truly looks like a pocket book)
I think she did very well for her first shopping experience. And she was sooo very good in the store. She didn't even bite or growl at the three people that said.. Oh what a cute Chihuahua!
In case you are wondering she is a Tiny Toy Rat Terrier, with very large ears!
More pictures tomorrow.. we are going to take a nap!!!
This is what I woke up to this morning. Actually I didn't wake up to it.. The Waterman woke me up so I could see it and take pictures. It is actually a chronical of pictures because he woke me before it actually crested the clouds. So I was wishing for that camera that I am not buying until I prove to myself I am going to use it enough to pay for it.
Tomorrow I go pick up the "Baby Girl" and hopefully she will have a real name and there will be pictures!
It is a time for new beginings and renewing old things. Spring what a wonderful time of year. Things always seem a little brighter.. at least to me anyway. One of the new things in my life is my wonderful, handsome, wonderful, loving, wonderful, sweet, wonderful husband! Did I mention how wonderful he is? We were married on April 1st, yes April Fool's day! There is a story behind that but that is for another day. The wonderful husband will for here on out will be refered to as The Waterman, just giving you a heads up.
Another new thing.. this blog. I figure as long as I am starting a new life I may as well blog about it. I mean everyone gives a shit about a waterman's wife's life right? Just say you do OK? ok.. good.
Next new thing.. I am going to be a Mommy again on Monday!!! Granted this brat will have four legs and the biggest ears that you ever did see. And she is all mine!!! Oh wait I am married now I have to share her don't I? Hmmm he did buy her FOR ME so does that mean I have to share her?? I don't want to share her. I want her to love me and only me! I am married now and that means we are a team and there is no "I" in team.. BUT WAIT.. there is a "ME" if you jumble it up a bit! There problem solved! Maybe I will knit The Waterman a pair of socks and he won't notice that I am not sharing the puppy! That reminds me...
The next new thing.. ok so that isn't exactly new but it is new for me this year. I am starting to knit again. I will have WIP's and WFN's really soon! Pictures will be a must.. and that reminds me of the NEXT new thing..
I told you there are LOTS of new things happening right now. I am going to challenge myself to take at least ONE picture every day. I do NOT have a good camera at the moment it is just an elcheapo digital camera but until I can prove to myself that I can take pictures every day I will not be dropping the $1500 on the camera and lenses that I want so badly.
There are lots of things for me to blog about and I have only been married 6 days.. but for tonight I am done.
