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.

WHAT TO TALK ABOUT TODAY

I really have nothing to talk about, but I've noticed quite a few of you keep coming back. You must be checking for new posts or something. You guys really care about what I have to say? Wow! I'm honored! That's not even sarcasm - I really am. Considering all I seem to do is ramble, it's nice to know someone reads it.

Lets make this a boring post.

What did I do today?

I made a catalog. Yep I did. The husband is going to a snowmobile show in Michigan this week and wants to bring something along to show off my talents of designing. So I finally did it - I made a catalog of almost all my designs. Hey, I got lazy and cut it short. Sue me. It's the most cheaply made, cheapest looking catalog you'll ever see, but you know what? I made it all by myself!!

Look mommy! Look what I made!

I'm sure she's proud of her 34 year old daughter that she made something that her 11 year old granddaughter probably could have made better.

Sorry Mom, it's what you get.

Hey, have I ever told you about my mommy? There really isn't a lot to tell because honestly, it's sort of a sad story. I don't know her that well. She died when I was 7 but I still talk to her everyday. Its sort of funny actually, I will have whole conversations with her and I just go with what I think she would say. It's all I've got, so I take it.

Like I said, I don't know her that well, don't remember much at all. I do remember her smile though - God, do I remember that. It's like it was burnt into my memories by something that knew I would need that memory. I guess it doesn't bother me that I don't remember much about her because I can see her smile.

One nice thing is that I can never forget what she looks like. Like Demon #1 said once; all I have to do is look in the mirror. Life is funny that way. Of anyone who could look just like their mom, its someone who can only remember her smile. God works in mysterious ways.

Ok well that's starting to get a little sappy. Time to get that lump starting in my throat to go away.

I made a catalog today and went to the store. That was about it. Fun filled day.

Oh and I typed this.

Gotta run. 15 minutes of solitude until the demons take over... or less if they decided to walk home from school.

Kawasaki Snowmobiles - I am not the expert

I thought it was funny that this blog was getting Google hits from searches regarding Kawasaki sleds. Interceptors, Invaders... all of them. The husband didn't find much humor in it, though. If you notice on my sidebar there is a link to KawasakiTrax.com. Thats where you want to go for information on Kawi sleds. How I climbed the Google ladder, I don't know. All the information you would ever want or need to know is there. The site and the forums themselves is filled with information from the best group of die-hard Kawi fans out there. Are they experts? Sure they are! They are self-taught experts and what better way to become one, right! So if you stumbled into this blog because you are looking for something about your Kawasaki snowmobile, go there, not here. I just use this as a place to vent, bitch and brag really. (Read my posts on the upcoming 'Ceptorlicious - my very own Interceptor that is already pissing Kawi fans off and it hasn't even made it to our garage yet!) I'm just the wife of a Kawasaki addict, thats all.
And if you are looking for Kawi t-shirts, coffee mugs, sweatshirts and other gifts - thats where I can help. SledderWear.com is mine and it's my little part of the snowmobile world. But otherwise... head over to KawasakiTrax and yap with the guys - they will help you out!