The elusive sleep, thank you Nick Cage

I have been pooped this week. I am guessing part of it may be the return to the exercise regime. I do sleep better if I do my yoga. It is still dark around 5:30pm. We have resolved our future with this last opportunity and move, and it feels as though the weight of the world has been lifted off of our shoulders. . I also have this "whatever is making me cough", this annoying cough. Oh and the packing, and the idea of packing, it has made me tired.

The Collective typically sleep now. They should, they really owe it to me, after the years of sleep deprivation that comes with child rearing. Oh, and having a spouse away at war for a year doesn't help with sleep either. Being home alone as often as I am does not make for good sleep. Add those up with my long history of insomnia. And well I normally am lucky to get 5-6 hours. Interrupted mind you

For the past three nights, DH and I have tried to watch that damn National Treasure movie, and found the premise exciting. The movie horrible. Nick Cage dialogue horrid, and quipy. It seriously took us 3 nights to get through it.

I have actually probably slept more in the last 3 days than I did last week combined. So thank you Nick Cage. I only wish I could stop waking up after I have gotten my 5 hours. I wake and am ready to rock and roll. There is no rock and roll at 2am in suburbia. Then I wake again at 3:30, still no rock and roll.

So thank you Nick Cage, for allowing me to actually sleep 24 hours in 3 days, even if interrupted. I may have to start renting all of your movies. Well except for Valley Girl, I liked you in that.

Sleet

I managed to get The Collective up and at em this morning.

We got in the truck, and started the drive to school, and I noted it was sleeting. We did not go to school. We went to the post office, and then the store. I called school, and sure enough they decided to cancel.

I managed to get a about a weeks worth of groceries, and I FROZE and got drenched loading them into the truck.

Brrr....

We are headed to yoga, and then the library to get the rest of The Captain underpants books.

I promised oatmeal cookies and vegetable soup today.

The sleet has stopped, and we will see. It is supposed to snow.

Wake me up

I woke this morning hoping for Thursday at least. The week has gone by at a snails pace. It is only Wednesday.

Yoga went fine, I am not sore. I am having trouble with my balance poses. A terrible time. Otherwise all is well. I also took advantage of the early voting yesterday. Done. PN went with. I tried to explain to her the importance of voting again. She has not missed an election yet!! The most disturbing event were the 3 ladies in front of me that had just been dismissed from another exercise class. "uh, like what are we voting on?" Oh boy.

We tried to watch National Treasure AGAIN last night. We fell asleep, again. Only rent if you need sleep.

Terrible wind here yesterday, terrible. We had a 40 degree temp change in 8 hours. Brrrr.

Music to steal a car to

Yoga

I have yoga this morning.

PN is looking forward to it, as she gets to play with other tots for an hour. I am recuperated from last class, and am ready for more. I did not pace myself last class, I just jumped right in, and it felt great until the next day. ouch.

As with all excercise, and fitness, getting there is half the battle. Once I am there I am good. It is getting there that is battle with me.

I continue to have this awful cough, and dry throat, with a dry cough. I am going to presume it is the pine pollenating round here, or some such nonsense. Whatever it is seems to throw me in bouts of bronchial spasms and coughing. Not good.

DH is gets an added bonus, it seems as though if I am quiet, I do not have the coughing fits. Enjoy the quiet DH, enjoy!

I do not mind a layover

As a SAHM, (which was my decision) I am going to admit, I do not mind being stranded at the airport.

I can have a cup of coffee, read, listen to my IPOD, surf the internet, shop, eat a candy bar. Heck I can go have a gin and tonic at 10am. If I want.

The strange things we keep

when you are from Nebraska, you keep strange things.

like an arrowhead in your jewelry box

Moving update

There are 30 boxes packed. And it looks like I have packed nothing. I hate that.

I hate that.

Going to drive me crazy, if it continues to take such a long time to do wht appears to be nothing.

Also, I am going to wait and put a sign up out front until I get some of this stuff parred down.

I think it is a good idea.

Who wants to walk through my house as I have things all torn up and boxes lying all over the place.

So I am giving myself a week to see where that takes me.

Yesterday I packed shoes that are not in Season, cowboy boots, riding boots, today I am going to pack handbags. I certainly do not need to be worrying about switching handbags so I match, I will keep my neutral chocolate one and use it all of the time...

Stevie Nicks isn't bad for an earworm...but two weeks of this song as an earworm....

I'm so happy with my feet on the ground

I got nothing. A weekend goes by, and I have nothing. Nothing.

I managed to get more boxes packed. Realizing it is true we have outgrown our current house.

It looks like I have packed nothing.

Seriously.

Today, I am going to veture on.

Although I am at the point where I am starting to feel as if packing is moot.

I suppose this is common, A sort of bump in the road.

I watched a horrible movie this weekend. Thumbsucker. It was about an hour too long.

The Collective seem to be healthy again. DH and I each have weird coughs, and throat irritation. Ick. It is annoying whatever it is.

PN and I are going to spend the morning making home made egg noodles for chicken noodle soup.


This is my Mothers recipe and is 4 generations old.

Egg Noodles

2 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1 pinch salt
2 eggs, beaten
1/2 cup cream (you can sub milk)
(keep extra flour out, and in reach)


roll it out and cut into thin strips.

UPDATE:

Do not be afraid to use extra four when rolling dough out.

use a pizza cutter, much easier than a knife

cut into thin strips

place on a mesh rack (I do not have, so I put mine on paper sacks like my Mom and Grandma did. )

I like to dry my noodles on top of the stove as my stock and chicken is cooking in the oven.

Let the noodles dry through the day.

once your chicken stock is made, and chicken is slow roasted prepare the rest of your stock, cut up the chicken. I also use the stock from the slow roasted chicken, and any chicken stock I have on hand. If I do not have extra chicken stock I use broth from those swanson boxes.

we like onion, celery, carrots, a bit of garlic. I also love using the celery tops.

transfer it to the stove top and bring to a slow boil, transfer the noodles to the pot in small bunches, stir soup continuously until all noodles are added. Once noodles are in pot, and do not appear to be sticking to one another, turn the heat down from a boil to very hot and place the lid on.

Turn it down after noodles are cooked through...

and simmer!

I need a hot tub

Since I probably will not be getting a convertible since we are moving north. I think I can start begging for a hot tub now. I think I would feel better, be more docile, and easier to get a long with. HINT DH!

The Collective were up at like 5am this morning. That makes for a VERY long day. I took them to the library, where SR got his first Captain Underpants book, and we borrowed ET.

I ran them to McPetrie land of filth, and we played air hockey. I tried to catch up on a special project. there was a group of about 5- 7 year old girls that were screaming, uh screeching, you know the noise that girls make at that age. It was enough to make my ovaries dry up and fall out, I am not kidding you.

I bought gas for $2.85, which is still terribel but milk is $3.98.

I managed to pack almost all of the boxes I had on hand, so i made another trip to the booze house. They even helped carry the empties to the truck and thanked me for being such a fast packer. With all of the boxes I have used, they have not had to break down boxes all week!! I am wondering if my neighbors think I have a problem, or if they have figured it out yet?

We watched ET with the kids tonight, I was worried they might be too young, especially the first 20 minutes. There was some language , and I had forgotten about it. I think they liked it. I am not quite sure how they managed to stay awake for the whole thing, but they did.

Tomorrow is the busiest day of the week!

Welcome to the land of too much information, and no this isn't about my vagina...it is about my bowels....so move along if you can't handle it Chumley

OK OK.

So we have the move, and the house to sell, and have the potentiality of being homeless, and I am having to sort through numerous amounts of crap and decide if it is "movable or crap". We will be changing income brackets, and are scouring the markets for a home, looking at school districts, churches, businesses etc.

And my Irritable Bowel Syndrome has resumed.

I have IBS. But only when I freak out. Which is good. About 6-8 years ago it was a chronic problem, but my Mom was dying, I had a cousin dying, and an Uncle dying, and two Aunts with breast cancer, we were moving, my DH was getting ready for a deployment, and I was packing our apartment, I was workign 40 hours a week caring for 33 people, some of them on Hospice care. I had terrible IBS, and an eye twitch that was constant. All I needed was some sort of hump on my back and I would have been a real looker.

Anywho, the IBS has started back. Nerves I suppose. I have been lucky, I have had very little in the way of stress for years now. I mean real stress. No death, or hospitalization, deployment, illness. I have been lucky and I know it. The yoga should help, and I need to resume a diet with acidophilis in it, or supplement with acidopholis.

ICE Ice Baby

I just had to pick up Sir Rowland from school, seems as though we have a winter warning of sorts.

We moved in during an ice storm. I recall pulling 4 feet square chunks of ice off of the moving truck to get the door opened. The first day we moved in, we lost 2 trees. We lay in bed that night listening to trees snap and fall onto roofs. Strange stuff ice.

I remember thinking how nuts I thought everyone was. All were running around crazy "the sky is falling". And I thought it was odd. Until I realized, if it ices here, there is no moving around in it, unless you are an idiot. There is no fleet of snow removal vehicles, or chemical trucks, gravel trucks. It is too dangerous. Even for a flat stater with snow and ice experience. There are hills here. Hills and ice=death and destruction.

So I picked up SR, picked up some more boxes from the booze store. At least I can get some work done if we get iced in.

Oddly enough DH helps with emergency management. So I am not sure if he will be home tonight or not.

Time to pick out some good movies, find the marshmallows for the cocoa.

House FOR SALE

I have decided to put a sign out front. For Sale By Owner.

It is worth a try I figure.

At least for the next couple of months. It really has been a great home.

So we are going to try our hand at it for a while. We could save the 5-7% the realtors try and charge.

What the heck.

The good new is, the neighbors home is for sale, so we might get some trickle down from them.

It is unfortunate it is winter, because the yard, and trees and flower beds are not in bloom. But who knows.

We cannot buy a home until we sell our home.

My 39 year old fit, non-smoking, training for a marathon hairdresser had a heart attack

No I am for serious.

Today I walked in, and my hairdresser told me the most incredible story...

and I am going to share it.

but frankly it is too big and too much to write.

I will be having her on SpouseBuzz Radio just in time for heart disease awareness month.

I would encourage all of the female readers, each of you to listen on February 10th. Do it for your heart.

Oom Poppa Omm Poppa Mao Mao

Today I spent a greater portion at the hairdresser. It was not relaxing, as my 4 year old daughter thought it would be cute to act farel. Ughhh. I loathe when she decides to do that.

When I walked in my hairdresser said "what are we gonna do?" and I said, make my hair look like the roots, minus the 6 gray hairs I keep pulling out.

HD: "Really?"

AWTM: "Really"

With moving, packing, trying to sell the house myself, plus everything else I have on my plate I do not want to worry about roots. I do not want it. I do not want to look like some crazy person. So I am even darker than the last time, sans highlights, a sort of golden thread running through here or there, but nothing wacky.

So now I feel like Elvira. Yes it is truly that dark.

Ok, it is not quite that dark, but it might as well be. Especially since I was practically a strawberry blonde in April.

When some folks have a mid-life crises they get convertibles. Me? I alter my hair color. It is a lot cheaper, and there is no insurance. Plus what in the hell would I do with a convertible in Nebraska?

Well I would freeze.

So now I look like Elvira. Great.

he can recall the strangest things...

I went and saw the tax man! Done, I will let them do the heavy lifting now.

I picked up SR before heading to the accountant, and I said, we have to go see the accountant. SR said, oh and the "such and such building"...I replied, "I do not know, I think that is the name". He can remember EVERYTHING. We only go 2 times a year, how he can recall that seems odd.

On hope

Last night I watched the Season finale of 6 Feet Under, and I heard a fantastic quote.


It was from a Mother to a child.

I cannot recall the exact quote, but the end result was...

"I pray you have hope for as long as it lasts"



None of us know when or how our time is finished here on Earth.

Time to make the donuts

Today I must drop our tax information off at the accountant's office. I forgot yesterday. I seriously knew my errands had run short, and whammo when I returned home, the large envelope was staring at me.

My boday started aching last night. No, not because I am sick.

From the intensity of yoga yesterday.

Ouch.

For those of you who think yoag loks like it is sitting around twisting into pretzel shapes, ouch. You depend so much on gravity and y6ur body fighting gravity. Ouch. My hamstrings are sore, my upper shoulders, deltoids, triceps and biceps. Ouch.

I have neglected myself, it is a good reminder.

the pain. Ouch.

In other moving news, I will be packing more today. I have not got enough done. I need to remember I have a deadline in my future.

I must also remember it is one piece at a time.

What could easily be overwhelming, is not. It is a good time to go through belongings.

Yesterday I went through a plethera of books. I had sold most of my book collection at a garage sale this summer, but still have a ton. I did note I have a large, oversized Andy Warhol coloring book that I bought in college. I looked it up out of curiosity, and it is a collectible now, selling for $150 dollars. Interesting.

Moving tip this week.

go to your local newspaper, and buy end rolls of news print paper. It is CHEAP. $7 will buy you a big roll such a large roll, that it is doubtful you will use it all. If you do not, it will make a good paper resource for children to draw on. it makes excellent packing material for fragile things! It is an inexpensive fix.

nemaste

I drug my aging ass to yoga this morning.

Boy I have missed yoga.

I can do it at home, but I do not challenge myself at home.

There is something about yoga, if you are doing it right that requires you to think of nothing but what you are doing.

That is a freeing feeling right now, and will probably save me the next few months.

So I am off, sorting, throwing, and packing.

I was thinking today about my blogging, and what this blog will have in store for the next few months. I will be the moving blog, how "not" exciting.