Happy Birthday!

Fang turned 2 today. He is growing up, but he is still my baby. heh

easy as 3.14

For the very first time this school year, Tater brought home a report card that only has passing grades. He is even passing math.

He is happy. I am very, very happy!

He will still has math tutoring since his passing grade was only 74, and Mr. F feels that he still isn't able to pass the TAKS test. Any child that does not pass the TAKS test will not be promoted to 6th grade. Still, a 74 is impressive when you compare it to the 49 he had last grading period.

After I congratulated him on a job well done, and gave him the I'm so proud of you speech. He tried to impress me with his math genius. Now he thinks that math is as easy as 3.14. heh

when sharks croak heh

This evening after I put the little heathens to bed, I was cleaning the kitchen. The windows were still open, and the frogs were croaking. Loud enough to hear them inside. I was thinking happy spring thoughts until Fang ran into the kitchen with, "Shh! Hear it. I scared".

"Go back to bed." I said.

Shaking his head he said, "I scared."

"Scared of what?"

"Hear it?" he whispered loudly. Then he nodded and said, "Sharks!"

Sweet as honey

The last few days the weather has been warm and beautiful. I have had the windows open letting the breeze and the bees to blow in. Today I was stung three times. I was sitting on the sofa watching some crap on TV when I felt something on my back. I reached around to feel what it was, and I was stung on my thumb. I jumped up to say bad words and stepped on bee #2.

Thinking my day couldn't get any worse, I found several bees in the window. I quickly killed them. I was feeling good about that until I went to remove the dead bee carcasses from the window I was stung once again. It's a damn good thing I'm not allergic.

I've been painting.

Since DH will be home soon. I've been in super make the house pretty mode. This is what I've been very busy doing. I still have a few minor things to do to both bathrooms, but over all I'm happy with them.

My next big adventure is to paint my kitchen cabinets red. That will likely wait until DH is home to round up the little heathens and keep them out of my hair.

I antiqued this one, but I used red. I'm proud of it. I feel so crafty, and so unlike myself.  

These are cheap wall sconces from Walmart. I spray painted them gold. 

This is my pretty new bathroom. I'm missing a shower curtain hook. That's the reason for the sag. I still haven't put the cover on the light switch. I broke it when I stepped on it, now I need to buy a new one.  

This is the pretty new shower curtain and the pretty new blue paint. The towel racks are missing as well as the TP holder. I need to purchase anchors, then I can put them up. 

I spray painted the outlet covers, the door knob, the cabinet hardware and the towel racks bronze

This is the first cabinet that I antiqued. 

I make grown men cry.

I have taken a little blogging break. Because nothing exciting has happened. Well, other than DH calling to tell me that he will be home the first week of March. WOOHOO!

Then today happened.

I woke up feeling shitty. I started my period. Lucky me, I only had 4 tampons. I had to venture out on a day when I didn't want to. Just to buy tampons. I also bought chocolate cookies, diet vanilla Coke, and Motrin. heh

Poor Fang has a cold, and fell asleep on the way home. After I carried him to bed, I vacuumed the van. That didn't take too long, thanks to Satan's help.

Since I was already in cleaning mode, I cleaned out the garage too. How did I go from crampy bitch to queen of clean in mere hours? It had to be the chocolate/caffeine high.

While I was setting out the trash for pickup tomorrow. Granny yelled at me to come peek at her brain child. She was putting a fence baby gate around her patio so Max (her dog) wouldn't get his paws muddy. She can't afford to take him to the groomers every day. Unfortunately for granny, she forgot that dogs can jump and quite well. Therefore, a gate that's made to keep a small child contained is not necessarily going to keep a dog contained. While we were talking, Max jumped right over the gate then proceeded to roll in the wet muddy grass.

As I was trying to hold back the laughter from that, the school bus pulled up. Tater and Dian ran over and started chattering very excitedly. Warning us to not let a strange man in a white car into the house.

Long story short. A man that claimed to be an MP was driving a purple truck. He stopped at the bus stop this morning, and asked the kids for help. The 'MP' was supposedly looking for a 'criminal' driving a white car that had pulled a gun and tried to kill a police officer. The 'MP' then proceeded to warn the kids to not get in a white car, or to speak to strangers in white cars. All very fishy.

After hearing this story, Granny gave a long lecture to Tater and Dian on stranger danger. After her lengthy lecture, Granny practically jumped the fence to run across the street. Granny is the neighborhood watch. heh She had to alert Min that her daughter was almost abducted. Min not hearing the entire story and only registering the word abducted was beyond upset. She asked no questions, nor did she waste any time calling the police. While she did that, Granny rounded up several other kids that had seen the purple truck.

We all gathered in Min's yard and waited. The officer was there in no time. He was very calm, and spoke with all the children. Warning them of stranger danger. He also promised to increase patrols around the bus stops.

Austin's parents were both at work. I volunteered to fill them in on the events of the day. Why is it that every time I decided to be nice, something goes terribly wrong?

I waited until 6:15 to go to A's house. I was told that his mom usually gets home around that time. I'm walked to A's house carrying Fang because his legs were on strike. I knocked on the door. Grandma answered. Well not really, but she did open the door.

There were three non-barking, but very excited pit bulls that were trying to squeeze out the door with Grandma. Grandma was trying to squeeze out the door butt first, while yelling "shut up" at the non barking dogs.

I was watching Grandma with much amusement. Until she opened up the door and said, "come on in, we can have coffee." That's when three non barking but very excited pit bulls ran down the street. Grandma looked at me. Then she looked at the dogs, and yelled, "Shut up you stupid dogs."

I offered to help Grandma find the dogs, but explained that I wasn't much help with a kid on my hip and another trailing after me. Grandma nodded. Then Grandma and I proceeded to walk down the street. I asked Grandma what the dogs names were so I could call them. She answered with, "That mean little girl keeps letting my dogs out. Her parents should keep an eye on her." We were obviously not in the same conversation.

Here I was chasing 3 dogs. I did not know their names. So I was yelling, "Stop dogs!" I had a kid on my hip that was laughing and telling me to run faster. An old lady was chasing after me bitching about a bad little girl. A man with tears in eyes stopped me. He offered to help me chase the dogs, as soon as he stopped laughing at me. Considering the situation, the laughing was only going to get worse.

Luckily, Tater, Austin and several of their friends were running up the street. I rounded them up and sent them on a dog hunt. Overly energetic boys are must more capable of running after three dogs than I am. And much better equipped since they actually knew each dogs name.

The boys managed to locate all three dogs, they were two streets over, and get them safely home. Pretty impressive for a group of rotten boys. ;)

Right after I put the kids to bed, A's dad knocked on the door. His first question, "Do you know who this little girl is that keeps letting our dogs out?" heh