GROUP HUG! Oh wait, it's breaking rules.

Did you hear about that 13 year old that got detention for hugging her friend goodbye the other day? It wasn't even a real hug! It was a sideways hug at that. This country is going to hell or maybe we are in hell, I don't know. Detention for hugging? Give me a fricken break. Sexual harassment - where do people come up with this shit? How about these hug-police walk around the school and start handing out detention for more meaningful things...

Lets see, how about name-calling? Teasing? Pushing? Downright rudeness to your fellow classmates? Nope. They can't seem to do that and trust me, I know from personal experience. Demon #2 has shown me the light on what other kids can get away with... but don't hug anyone.

Jesus help us all.

That whole story had me in a tizzy all day yesterday. I just fumed at the thought of it. I could say so much about it, but it would all basically be the same crap. Thats what it is, crap.

And crap is what I heard last night. Demon #1 got in trouble yesterday at school. No detention or anything, but her and her friends got a good talking to...

about.....

a group hug at lunchtime!

Yes. A group hug. In our school. The school that still sings Silent Night and Hear Comes Santa Claus at the CHRISTMAS program has fallen into the no-hugging bullcrap.

Maybe they should have yelled at each other, maybe that would have been acceptable. But no hugs. Nope. Don't show friendship or caring or loving or compassion.

Ok I'm done. I have dust to terminate.

DON'T TALKT O ME TODAY!

Well today do me a favor - if you see me online, yell at me! I have so much to do it's not even funny. I have 8 13-year olds coming over after school for a sleepover (Taryn belated birthday party) and on Sunday I have a bunch of people coming for a Tupperware party.

I really have to clean my house...

I have a shelf in the kitchen that has been collecting junk for a few months, it must be cleaned off!

I have a basket next to my coffee maker that has become a pen/pencil/lighters/cough drop storage container. It's an eye sore. Be gone!

My living room is covered in dust... but didn't I just dust like 3 weeks ago?

Kitchen floor needs to be scrubbed by hand. It's been awhile since I've gotten close & personal with it. Got spoiled with that Swiffer thing and don't listen to what they say - it's a great product, but nothing beats hands-and-knees cleaning.

So much to do, but I wonder - do I bother? With a house full of teens tonight, will it even look like I cleaned come tomorrow afternoon? I must try.

Crickets are chirping

I really don't have much to say the past couple days, do I? Nothing really worth reading/posting, thats for sure!

It's been a pretty laid back week so far. Worked on my shops yesterday and made chow mien for supper. Ok, I didn't actually make it - I just opened the can and threw it in a pot and watched it heat up. Tomorrow I'm making chicken noodle soup, so I'm making up for it. Yes, tomorrow. Today I have to boil the chicken. Good things take more than one day to cook. My vegtable beef soup is the same way - 2 days to make. I think it's the meat sitting in the broth overnight that is the trick, I'm not sure.

Calling a guy about a seat today. My seat. For my snowmobile. How cool is that? I still can't get over how excited I am getting over having my own Interceptor and being able to do what I want with it. I'm hoping this guy will take the seat, fix it and add a hot pink "cord" around the seam of the seat. Not much pink, just enough to keep the men off of it. For any of you snowmobile nuts that have been reading this blog - keep coming back. I'll be posting pictures of the transformation of Interceptor to 'Ceptorlicious. Don't get upset... you'll be amazed.

Why would they be upset? It's a man thing. And it's a Kawasaki thing. See, Kawasaki quit making snowmobiles in the early 80's. Actually, they only made them a few years. Well, in 1982 they made the Interceptor, which is gold to Kawasaki owners. It's what everyone wants and few people have. There were only 600 of them made. So it's kind of a big deal that I have one.... and when some of the Kawasaki crazy people found out that I was taking an Interceptor and "painting it pink" it was like I was defacing the cross at the local church. Yeah, it's that big of a deal. Luckily I've got the husband behind me on this. But the majority of the project is secret .... just because. Its fun watching all these guys cringe at the thought of a hot pink Interceptor.

So onto other things. Demon #2's "friend" was talking to her on Tuesday when they went back to school from a 3-day weekend. Then yesterday - she wasn't. Mama Bear feelings fired up again.

And thats enough of that or I'll get pissed again.

Today is a day of laundry, sweeping and designing. Told you there isn't much to talk about lately.

Stay tuned... maybe something exciting will happen today. Who knows.

Major Overhaul

Did a major makeover on SledderWear the past week. I think today I can call it complete.

Check it out and feel free to tell me what you think!

'Ceptorlicious is home!

She's home! I haven't really seen her... she's still in the trailer. From what I did see, she's pretty beat up and needs a lot of TLC. But I am officially the proud owner of a Kawasaki Interceptor 550 - #12 to be exact! Otherwise known as 'Ceptorlicious, of course!

Good God Almighty I'm Going To Do Some Bodily Harm To Someone

Seriously... OMG I am so *bleeping* pissed right now I could spit nails. I decide to try to cheer my Bear (Demon #2 - sorry, I'm in Mama Bear mode, so no demon talk right now) up and let the girls rent movies & get some Subway for dinner.

Long story - her bff/only friend "returned" all of her half of the best friend stuff they had to Krissy today along with a note that said "I don't want to be your friend anymore"... no explanation. Nothing. Not a *bleep* clue to why she decided this. My Bear came home in tears with a busted heart and I felt like ripping this girls heart out of her chest and stomping on it just so she could *bleeping* feel what Krissy was feeling.

Ok so anyway. We each pick out a movie... go up to the counter.

"Do you have your card"

*bleep*. I know where this is going already.

"No"

"Well you can't rent movies without your card"

"Can't you just look it up on your system by my name or phone number?"

"No, we need the card"

"Can you give me a new card? I have no clue where it is"

"No, we can't"

"Can I open a new account then?"

"No, only one account per family"

Oh shut the *bleep* up you stupid *bleep* ugly *bleep*. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH I hate her so bad. She REFUSES to rent movies without the *bleep* card.

So we leave. We go to the other convenience store that has the SAME *bleep* *bleep* SYSTEM as the other place. I walk in, walk up to the counter and say "I'm going to ask you this before I make another move...."

Poor girl probably thought I was going to rob the place.

"... if I don't have my precious little card to rent a movie, will you still let me?"

"Yeah, we just look it up by your last name"

I KNEW IT! God. That stupid *bleep* at that other place I just want to beat. I told the girl what happened at the other place and she said they have heard that many times.

So we got our movies .... the same ones we wanted even and my Bear is in a better mood. I can see she's faking it though, but at least she's trying. She got off the bus, went straight to her room and the floodgates let loose... she'd been holding this all in all day. All week actually, the "gifts" were returned today, but the note was given Tuesday or Wednesday I guess. Krissy was hoping Ashley didn't mean it, but she knew today when she got "their turtle" back that she meant it.

Tomorrow I'm going to go into the first place and tell them my house burnt to the ground with my precious, cheaply made, laminated card with my lifeline ID typed crooked on the back of it... and tell them that I am sorry that I can no longer do business with them.

Bye-Bye Trailer Queen

The husband just called me. The trailer queen is gone. That didn't take long at all... he's only been at the show for three hours! Sort of sad, really. I really liked that sled, but he never rode it because it was in mint condition. We still have the awards we won with it, though.

Last night actually sucked. I'd been looking forward to sleeping in bed all by myself for a week. Well, not exactly by myself. I had the 3 cats and the dog with me... with pets, you are never truly alone.

So I get the demons off to bed and I go and lock the doors. Funny thing that is, really. Won't go into that, though. I shut off all the lights and go to our bedroom. Get undressed.... hey, this isn't a exotic blog.... put my "granny jammies" on. Thats what the husband calls them; my grandma jammies. He hates them with a passion. Anyway, I put those on and crawl into bed, making sure not to disturb the already 2 sleeping cats. I get all snuggled into my blankets and take my place smack dab in the middle of the bed.

Then I get a lump in my throat.

Where the hell did that come from? Is this not what I've been waiting for all week long? The bed to myself... nobody hogging the bed or the covers... no loud smelly noises coming from under the covers? No familiar hand pawing at me, hoping I'm not as tired as I said I was? Whats the lump for? I just suddenly felt this incredible sadness. My honey wasn't in bed and I knew he wasn't going to be. I could have cried, it wouldn't have taken much, but I didn't. I just closed my eyes and fell asleep with the purring times 3 on all sides of me.....

Then I woke up this morning... best damn night of sleep I've had in a LONG time! Didn't even realize I was beating my snooze button until 45 minutes after I was supposed to be up.

Yep, I missed the husband, but not enough to not enjoy the slumber!

Looking forward to tonight...

LEFT AT THE CURB

Really I was left in bed. He wasn't even going to say goodbye, just gave me a kiss while I was asleep and was going to sneak out without me knowing. Before work it's one thing, but he's going to be gone for 4 days. I did wake up, obviously, which is a good thing because he almost forgot to bring pillows along on his 4-day trip across 2 states to go to the Michigan A-1 Snowmobile Show. He's going to sleep in the truck to save on money, so he needs his pillows. Would have been a rough couple nights without them!

So here I sit. Jealous. I wanna go! I could have, but then someone would have had to deal with Demon #1 & #2. Not that big of an issue, really, but me not going was cheaper. I really wanted to go to meet some of the people who don't make it over to the MN & WI shows. I really like going to the snowmobile shows - it's a good crowd of people that attend them.

Oh well. I'm not in the truck so I won't be there. Hope everyone has fun anyway.

THE BRAIN DONOR

Demon #1 as a brain donor

A HALLOWEEN "DUH, MOM"

Happy Halloween everyone!

I crawl out of bed at 4:30 this morning to find Demon #2 awake. "I woke up at 2:00 and couldn't get back to sleep" Yesterday morning she was up at 4:30 and never went back to sleep. This morning I checked the living room at about 6:30 and she was out like a light again, so somewhere between 6-6:30 she fell asleep. I try to wake her up and her eyes just won't open, no matter how hard she tries or I try. She just can't get herself to wake up. I know she hasn't been sleeping well, so I ask her if she just wants to stay home and miss the Halloween party at school. We are one of the few districts left in the country that allows kids to dress up for Halloween... and we celebrate Christmas too!
She wants to stay home, regardless of the party. So I call school and tell them the truth - the waking up at 2:00, the whole works. They said I can bring her in when she wakes up - the sympathy runs pretty clear with our school secretaries, they are so sweet.
So she wakes up around 9:00 and I ask her if she wants to go to school. No. She says she has a headache.

"You'll miss the Halloween party"

"It's ok, I really don't like Halloween parties"

This is where I should have figured it out.

"Ok, but no computer."

"What? Awww Mom!"

"Nope. Thats the deal. You can stay home, but you are home sick. Do you want to go to school instead?"

"No, it's ok, I'll just stay off the computer"

This kid must really not feel good.


"Well, we'll see tonight if you can go trick or treating, but you might not get to go, ok?"

"Ok>"

No arguing on that one? Huh?

DUH MOM.

What kid are we talking about here? This is the same one that since she was 2 years old has been scared to death of Halloween. She would scream bloody murder if you even tried to go past the Halloween aisle in a store!

Then came the movie Scream.

We own the mask, but it's hidden in the basement. She will not go into a room even if the mask is laying ALONE, by itself, on a table. She won't do it.

Every year it's the same thing - she goes out begging for candy, but doesn't last long. "I'm cold", "My feet hurt". That's not it at all and I know better.

Same with today. She doesn't want to go to school because of the costumes. She's afraid that there will be a scary one... and quite possibly a Scream costume. Call me a bad mom, but I'm not forcing my kid to go somewhere that will throw her into an anxiety filled fear. I won't do it. I should have figured this all out from the minute she hadn't been sleeping the past week - she's been scared of the upcoming holiday.

Duh.

The other Demon, she loves Halloween. Tonight she's going as a brain donor. We are taking a head of cauliflower, putting it in red food coloring water and wrapping her head up with gauze with fake blood. Today at school, she's a hippie. And the cat is a cowboy - or was for a few minutes.

A STRANGE THING HAPPENED

I need a belly pan for an Interceptor.

I need a what? For a what?

Yep, you heard me, it's happened. I'm starting to talk like a genuine snowmobile addict. I don't know when it happened or how it happened for even why it happened, but it has. Somewhere in the evil plan that I had a few months ago, the one about 'Ceptorlicious, it backfired on me. What started as a test to see if the husband would get me an Interceptor if I asked for one, when I'd been asking for a puppy, has ended up being my own demise. Something has overtook me... I'm actually starting to get into this whole project.

Someone help me.

I walked into the living room the other day and the husband was watching some auto-something show and I glanced at the TV and said "Hey honey, that's a piston!".

The smallest things make him proud of me.

DONTCHA HATE IT WHEN

You wake up with a fricken headache? Why bother going to sleep if you are going to wake up feeling like crap. Right behind my right eye, too. It's gone now. Thank God for prescription ibuprofen!

I'm off to work. Need to throw some new designs up at SledderWear today so they can be fresh & new for the show the husband is going to this weekend.