Apology

To everyone who has noticed a deleted comment right before a comment from me on their blog. I am truly sorry. I should know better than to think that I can manage multiple blogs at once. I keep leaving myself signed in to a blog that is not The Winder. So I then must delete it and recreate it as Winder. Please forgive me in my idiotic state.

Seriously

I seriously need to get back in shape. Yesterday I spent an hour teaching a teenage girl some track drills. No big deal, I have done these same drills for years. Well, tell that to my back. I went to pick The Menace up this morning and spent the next 15 min. on the floor freaking him out. I was hollering and moaning. I really wish I had a recording of the noises, they were fantastic couldn't recreate them if I tried. Thankfully Delmar was late leaving for work and was able to reduce the spasm. I felt like such a loser. Now that it isn't quite as sore I can reflect on the situation with a clear mind. I know I am an out of shape loser, but it was really funny.

OVERJOYED

I met Sparks yesterday!

Yes Rabid the exclamation point is necessary. I was so excited I could hardly contain myself. Though I tried to play it cool, I was with Rabid and didn't want to look like a complete nerd (I am always a bit of a nerd). Just as luck would have it Rabid went to the restroom as Sparks entered the restaurant. I gasped, out loud. Then did a Winder fashioned double arm wave. I was sure she thought, "who is the goonberry waving at me?" The Winder of course. The three of us ate and chatted. Also in Winder fashion, I chatted the most and think I ate the most.

Sparks is adorable and even more petite than I had imagined. Between her and Rabid I felt like Stay Puff the Marshmallow Man. Well not that big, but they are both tiny. She is polite, witty, and a great listener. How can you not be when I am excited, you really have no choice.

The food was not too shabby either. I find that I am still craving the Butternut Squash Soup. Or maybe I am just craving the fantastic company. Either way I hope to have a meeting with that fabulous gal again.

PANIC

We must have copies of our driver's license and Social Security card in order to get our FBI background check complete. All in order to complete our adoption paperwork. Wouldn't you know Delmar says:
"I don't think I have a SS card."
"What!" I say.
"Who doesn't have a SS card?"

We then proceed to comb through every possible location. No SS card. I begin to panic. Delmar starts to reminisce. He managed to locate a wallet containing all of his student I.D. cards, rec. center memberships, swimming pool season passes, and a ticket to every concert he has ever attended. He has all of the aforementioned items and no SS card.

Trying to contain myself I ask:
"Is there anywhere you might have it?
Anywhere?"
He then states, "My mom might have it filed somewhere". Great, Just Great. Now I know we are in a mess.
To my surprise within 5 min. of his phone call Delmar's mom calls back and has the card.

Miracles do happen everyday.

Unlikely Friend

I am related, our husbands are brothers so not blood related, to a fantastic lady. Oohh, Lady makes her sound old. She is definitely not old. For the sake of her privacy we shall call her "Missy, the Coal Miner's Daughter". Missy and I have recently developed a deep friendship. What is the big deal about a good relationship with a sister-in-law. Let me tell you. On paper we are the most unlikely friends imaginable. Here is why:

Missy is a former cheerleader--I have always disliked cheerleaders
Missy is a pageant queen--I am what you might call a jock
Missy has a beautiful voice--I was cut from the 5th/6th grade choir
Missy always has perfect hair--My hair is never perfect, it is usually clean
Missy loves Celine Dion--I absolutely don't
The list can go on and on.

When we married the brothers, two months apart, I was worried. I knew Delmar and Von loved doing stuff together and I "knew" Missy and I never could. So much for what I "knew". Missy is sweet, loving and totally fun to be with. She is the type of person who will go the extra mile when helping you. She is smart, funny and completely loyal. Missy is a great listener and I love our "therapy sessions". When the family drama hits (and it hits often) I would be lost without her. So the old adage is true, you can't judge a book by it's cover.

Love you Missy.

Rabid is still correct, you can judge a person by the books they read.

Entitlement

I have had it with the "Something for Nothing" type personality. Why is it that there are so many people who think that the world owes them? I swear I am surrounded by people who are "entitled" to every good thing possible. How about working for something. Or just plain working. Better yet when you are given a gift show some gratitude. If you are given something small don't expect that in return you deserve something bigger. Be grateful you got anything at all.

I DON'T BELIEVE IT

I almost fainted last night. Something I never thought could happen, happened. Delmar took out the trash. He took it out without me asking, hinting, nagging, begging, pleading, tantrum-ing etc. I don't know what caused this sudden initiative on his part. I really should have rewarded him somehow. He probably was trying to get "The Sex" and I was just too shell shocked to take action. Or maybe he felt really bad for me after this Vomitphobe caught puke with her bare hands just to save the recently cleaned carpet. Either way I shall make it up to him tonight.

It Happened

If you follow this blog you know that I am vomit-phobic. I fear vomit more than anything. When teaching I told my class,"If you feel sick do not come and tell me. I give you permission this once to run in the hall to the bathroom".

Now I have a child of my own who doesn't understand "run to the bathroom", he is still 1 for a few more days. Last night he wasn't sleeping, kept crying, and was very restless. I tried to soothe him nothing worked. Finally at about 4 a.m. he drifted to sleep. At 5:30 a.m. Delmar heard him coughing the he started to cry. I went to soothe him again and reached into the crib to tickle his back. I felt moisture, who knows why, I sniffed my hand. VOMIT! I nearly panicked and called for Delmar. The poor little guy puked every 20 min. for the next couple of hours. Every time it happened he would give us this "what is going on" look. He cried and cried. I felt bad. Not bad enough to cuddle him. I was getting nauseous myself. I made Delmar late for work so he could help with the mess. Not a good day.

Facts are Facts

Some people don't like some people. Just how it works.


I am the type of person that doesn't/can't hide how I feel. My face shows it all. I am trying to deal with annoying people better than I did in my youth. I am trying to handle difficult people without blowing my cool. In my younger years this was a problem. That being said, if I avoid you or won't engage in conversation with you leave me be. I don't want to talk to you. Don't try to say I'm being mean to you. Being mean would be saying all the things that cross my mind when you lie, make false accusations, act like an idiot, etc., etc., etc. Being mean would be doing to you the spiteful things you do others. No, I don't want to hang out with you. It is what it is. I am who I am. I am not perfect. I would rather be not perfect than phony.

Rose Colored Glasses

Today I have decided to take a new outlook on life. I have been feeling a bit sorry for myself lately and things need to change. Here is a sample of the new views I am going to take:

Old - I am bummed that I am still live this tiny house. Due to Delmar being self-employed we will need 1 more good tax return to get a loan.
New - I have a house with a working heater/air conditioner and a non-leaking roof. I don't need to use a baby monitor to hear The Menace. I can clean the entire house in 2 hours. Small house but great yard.

Old - Delmar works long hours and often on Saturdays. I need to see him more.
New - I have a great husband. Delmar has work and an income. He comes home every night and misses us as much as we miss him. My husband is hardworking and doesn't sit around waiting for miracles to happen.

Old - The fertility meds and lack of exercise have made me chubby.
New - I must have it good if I have enough food to eat that I am getting chubby. I am lucky to have the funds to spend on expensive fertility drugs.

Old - The Menace is consuming. I can't get away to workout let alone have some time for me.
New - I have a beautiful, healthy, happy son. My son loves being with me and is learning so many new things. This might not be true if I were making sure I had enough "me" time.

Old - I need new clothes. Everything is wearing out and becoming out of date.
New - There is an entire wardrobe waiting for you to return to that pre-pregnancy weight. Most of the items are classic staples and won't look dated. Besides I am not internationally known for my trend setting fashion
Ok, so this view isn't that positive. Sometimes the truth is the truth and you just have to deal. As for the rest--I feel better already.

I'M LOSING IT!

Lately I have had some serious brain flatulence. Here is a small list of my flub-ups:

I purchased a super size pack of paper towels. I only buy the "Select-A-Size" variety. The other variety produces a lot of waste. I bought a super size pack of the normal type. duh

Old navy jeans are on sale. I need jeans. Most of my denim have holes in the crotch. I really need to mix up my jean look. I wear the only two pairs without holes everywhere. I purchased two pairs. I bought two almost identical pairs. duh

Delmar is out of shampoo. I used a coupon at Costco to buy an extra large container. I placed it in the shower for immediate use. I bought conditioner. duh, duh, duh

Delmar asked what is wrong with me. I couldn't figure it out. I determined I have lost my mind. Then it dawned on me. I take The Menace (yes I am changing his pseudonym again, long story) with me everywhere. I spend my time singing, pointing out letters/numbers, keeping him from climbing out of the cart, etc., etc., etc. When Delmar purchases anything he is alone and can take time to think. I would love to see what he comes home with if he had to shop with The Menace. Then again maybe I don't.

If You're Wondering...

If any of you are wondering why my blogging is so sporadic, here is why: I spread myself too thin. I sometimes think I am superwoman. I am currently managing 3 blogs--none very well mind you, raising a 22 month old, and trying to complete all the adoption paperwork. Don't ask why I do these things particularly the multiple blogs . It is too detailed and I don't want to get into it. I will do my best to produce quality posts as I obviously don't produce quantity.

Mt. Saint Helen

Note to Reader: If you are the squeamish type don't read this post. Look at the label TMI Just lettin' ya know.

I have Mt. Saint Helen developing on my chin. You would think that since I am entering my mid 30's this would stop. Oh no! It probably has to do with all the fertility hormone raging through my body. Nevertheless I have a mountain on my chin.
This mountain isn't like your typical blemish. It is huge, deep, and painful. I get these from time to time. You can't just leave it alone, let it come to a head, and drain. It must be hot packed, poked, and have massive pressure applied. If I am lucky the top(or side) will blow with a giant splat onto the mirror. Yes, I call this lucky the pain and pressure will finally be relieved. If I am not lucky there will be a dozen small pin pricks and a bright red tumor on the face. I have a feeling I'll be unlucky this time. Of course. I am hosting a baby shower for my sister Saturday. Won't it be great for dozens of people to see it? Fun stuff.

Resolution

This year I am not going to make a single resolution. This will alleviate the dilemma of trying to keep the thing. Should I try to loose weight? Yes. Should I be more organized? Yes. Should I be more fiscally responsible? Yes. I have an abundance of things I can work on in life. At this point I don't want to set myself up for failure. Maybe in a week or so I will choose something in my life that I can take control of. We shall see, not making any promises.

You Know You're Too Competitive When...

You know you are too competitive when...

-You are never willing to let a child win at anything.
-The only reason you want your mother-in-law's recipes is to be better at them than she is.
-You can't attend a house of worship without competing during religious ceremonies.
-You Hiss at your dear friend's mother during a "friendly" card game.
-Your husband refuses to play games with you because you threw the pieces at him after losing.
-You won't run anymore because you can never be at the level you were in college.

Finally,
-You go to an adoption meeting and start determining which couples you are sure you can beat and which will be tough competitors.

This list could go on and on. I am beginning to realize I need help.