On the tracks with our 1930 Model A
I have been staying as far away from my blog as I possibly can. Why? PMS of course. I actually come so close to deleting my Facebook account during the dark days of PMS that I sometimes think of UN-friending myself. I can’t stand some of the mundane shit I read on that website so I just stay away. But oh the things I would love to put on people’s statuses. I can get so wickedly creative it’s almost mean. Well, ok.. . it’s past mean and in the realm of bitchy. But I have never once said I am nice when this time of the month hits me. I think there is a disorder that one can medicate for during PMS. I am thinking I am a likely candidate.
So, what has been happening? Not much. I baked a scrumptios Pumpkin Pie from scratch. Used the special squash and spices and all. It tasted delectable and I hate pumpkin pie. Must be the weird cravings. I also baked myself special PMS cookies . . . peanut butter and chocolate chip and instead of the sugar I used applesauce and they are little lifesavers I pop when the craving for chocolate hits. Yes, I am a walking cliche! So what!
I need to start work on my kids’ Halloween costumes. I have all the parts, just no idea where to start. The blueprints are in my whirling mind, so once I slow that down long enough to hold a thought, I will start work on the costumes.
I did manage to make my family pose for photos last week. (see random above photo; thought I would insert it there to throw you all off). Make is the key word here. No one was in the mood, least of all me. But we posed and smiled like we were a happy little group of well adjusted humans; which we are on most days. This day, well, picture days are all from hell. Issie cried because she wanted to wear her usual wardrobe of mismatched knee hi socks with pink camo cowboy boots on the wrong feet along with her dirt smudged graphic tee of the week and jeans that are 2 sizes too small. (I swear she hides clothes and drags them out and then ferrets them away again). On most days I shrug my shoulders and say “whatever”, but on picture day we will look presentable with shoes on the right feet, damn it! Even I wore make-up! Holy crap, right? People rarely see that phenomenon anymore! And when I do take the 5 minutes to apply the stuff, I look stunning and it’s like an Extreme Makeover. But, I am lazy. But for family picture day, I doll it all up! Eryn is so easy to dress. She just sighs her little princess sigh to let me know that she really does not approve and puts it on anyway. Mike is the same! But instead of princess sigh it’s a manly grunt of sorts. But in the end, everyone listens to me. And we know why. . . PMS. And look at how lovely it can be!
And yes, those are real railroad tracks. Are there any other kind? Mike wanted to get a few photos of me tied to them. That’s how we show our affection for one another . .. weird sense of humor and holding hands while walking down tracks. It does feel weird . . .being up on those railroad tracks, a place you were taught as a child to NEVER go! Now I have to re-wire my kids and tell them repeatedly that what we did was NOT okay! But it sure looks cool!
