Killing Weeds

My daughter is a big agriculture person. She wants to be an agricultural engineer when she grows up, she's an officer in the Future Farmers of America, and she loves playing in the dirt. She's all about agriculture, until it's time to deal with our yard on a sunny, South Georgia day. Anyone who has lived in South Georgia knows that by 10 am the tempereature is well above 90 in the shade. I tried to get our agriculture princess up early this morning, before the heat hit hard.  She is spending the summer working on an SAE project which includes lawn maintaince, landscaping, and various other home garden things. I tried getting her up at 8am so, she could pull weeds and trim bushes, but in typical teen fashion she ignored all calls to get up and get going. By 9 am, when she finally rolled out of the bed, put on her boots, FFA shirt, shorts and gloves (DON'T GET ME STARTED ON THE BOOTS AND SHORTS THING), the temperature was 86 outside and whatever shade was available in her assigned work areas had long since disappeared.

Today's chief mission was to trim bushes and weed. My agriculture princess and I both take great joy in killing weeds, but neither one of us has a great deal of patience for waiting on chemicals to kill things.  Usually we just pick them out of the ground and throw them in the burn pit, but the soil is stating to get hard and the weeds are starting to get hardy. We went to Pintrest to see about a natural weed killer because the commercial stuff is expensive. There are also a lot of safety precautions you're supposed to use when dealing with the commercial stuff, and since the agriculture princess has to document her yard dealings for her summer project, we decided trying an all natural method instead. Of course now all you smell is vinegar and dish detergent outside, but by this evening when it cools down the weeds should magically be dead due to a chemical reaction and South Georgia heat.  I personally don't believe this to be true, but the agriculture princess is willing to wait and try tonight.

My Agriculture Princess with her natural weed killer!

Hiatus

It's been four months since I last wrote a blog post. There are a multitude of reasons behind this. Some are valid and others are just me being, well out of touch to mull life over.  I did get the flu (twice).  My husband seems to have worked non stop since Christmas so, any time I get to spend with him I try to give him my undivided attention. Unless I'm reading from the Outlander series, which is well written and has filled the last two months of my spare time with thoughts of Galiec and time travel. There was also the end of a school year (both my personal children and school children) to close out so, it's not as though I've been doing nothing. Honestly, I'm not sure how many people read my blog and doubt it has been missed.

Someone asked if I'd given up writing. The answer is no, I'm just contemplating writing a novel. Writing a novel is a lot to contemplate and as I currently struggle with balancing my health, family and work responsibilities I'm not sure how to fit such an endeavor into my schedule. When I was younger I would of just found a way, usually when everyone was asleep.  Now, with my Hashimotos, I value my 7-8 hours of sleep a night. Having teens and tweens in the house means there is rarely a time when someone isn't up and writing has always been a solo activity for me. Exhaustion is real my friends and not for the weak of heart. Risking my tenuous health to write the great American novel would not be well received by my husband and children.

Things are fairly scheduled here. Get up, go to work, come home, make dinner and go to bed. I'm bored and restless with the same thing day in and day out, which means I spend a lot of time in my own head, contemplating the best way to shake things up without the disruption of the lives of the people who love and depend on me. I'm not made up of the stuff to just cut and run on some wild adventure while there are others depending on me to do something  (like keep food clothing and shelter in place). I'm hoping a vacation back to Maine and possibly some travel in the fall will help put life back in perspective. Either way I'll try to be a little better entertaining the masses with my little blog.

Victoria's Secret Crazy

I hate going to Victoria's Ain't Got No Secrets, but they were having a sale and I needed some new undergarments. Really, who wears this stuff and who has money for this stuff? More importantly, I really don't want help shopping for my undergarments. As this week has been crazy already, I was hoping I could run in and buy a bra in peace! Of course nothing is that easy this week.

Please keep in mind that it is 20 degrees outside. I have on my winter jacket, wool pants, purple sneakers and due to the fuse blowing in my bathroom this morning, my hair is pulled back into a tiny pony tale. I assure you I am nothing special to look at in my present condition. Imagine my surprise when a young man came up to me and asked if I was one of the Angel's.  Really?! At first I thought he was working at Victoria's because he then asked if he could assist me in selecting my undergarments!  Then held up a pair of 14.50 thongs!

Why me!? Do I look like I wear those? I informed the "helpful" man that I was married with five kids and thongs really weren't my thing. Surprise,the man did not work there and really wasn't going away. I like comfortable and creepy man was making my shopping experience uncomfortable.  I am decidedly not one of Victoria's Angels because if I was someone would deliver these overpriced undergarments to my house where I wouldn't need to deal with creepy men! Creepy man then followed me over to the bras and tried to play guess my size. I'm not talking to this guy, hoping he'd go away, but again I can't catch a break this week. When I bent down to pick up a 36 D creepy guy gets really excited about my choice.  Then he has the nerve to say "Who would know that you were hiding all that under that coat!"

Okay that's enough! I grab my purchases and go up to the counter. When the lady asks if anyone helped me with my purchases I point to Mr. Creepy and said Boo Boo over there tried but he really couldn't handle it! Mr. Creepy then hollered back he likes feisty angels. At this point I just want to get the hell out of the store. The cashier then informed me that Mr. Creepy is a regular and tries those lines all the time. Hello, could you get him the hell out of the store? Can I get the hell out of the store? I did get a free tee shirt out of the experience but not without Mr. Creepy commenting that the shirt would look good on his floor.

Sorry Mr. Creepy it will be a cold day in hell before that happens!

10 Ways To Piss Your Mother Off Before 7am

Mondays are hard enough. Add a child and it gets harder. Add four and there is the potential for nuclear melt down! Before 7am my children banded together to push every button I have, before my coke and breakfast! Here are the ten ways my lovely children pissed me off before sunrise!

1. Don't wake up before 600am! Wake up time has been the same since you started school!  Why do you look so surprised when Monday arrives and your mother is shouting for you to get your butt out of bed? Why does your mother have to threaten to put her foot up your butt to get you out of the bed? Why? Just why?

2. Inform your mother that you got up in the middle of the night and threw up nasty spaghetti!  Yes Colin, we get it! You did not like last night's supper choice, but no one heard you throw up last night. Since you have never thrown up without waking up the entire house hollering for help with throwing up, your lying in an attempt to stay home is rejected! Your ass is going to school just like everyone else!

3. Cut a brownie the size of your head for breakfast! Colin if we believed you were sick last night, eating a brownie (which were supposed to be for lunches) the size of your head is not what's for breakfast. Only it was because Colin put his snotty nose on head sized brownie before I could make it a reasonable size, or snatch it from his hands and replace the brownie with something more breakfast oriented.

4. Tell your siblings their stupid and lazy! Yes Elijah the rest of the clan is lazy but not stupid! Engaging in a shouting match to prove that your siblings are stupid because they don't know all the power ranger episodes does not prove your point and it just distracts the rest of them from getting ready!

5. Try to act like the boss when your laying face down on the couch pretending to take a nap! Elijah get up and assist your brothers and sister with getting ready! Please!

6. Start fighting over whose wearing whose pants. Just put some pants on! He'll wear shorts! I don't care just get dressed and out to the bus!

7. Stand with the fridge open and state there is nothing for lunch! No, there is plenty for lunch, but it will require you getting a bag for the food, some bread and sandwich meat and make a sandwich! It's not rocket science it's a sandwhich!

8. Not have your FFA official dress ready to go prior to 630 departure time! Josie, not only were you asked 3000 times over the weekend if your official dress was clean and ready, you stated it was. This will be the third black skirt you lost since August and it's mine! Clean your room and we may find them in the pit of clothes that are spilling from what used to be a chair in your room!

9. Not be ready to leave at 630! No lunch, no track stuff,  can't find your books, need a pencil, can't find your purse!  WTH have you not mastered laying everything out the night before?  That's what you told us you were doing at midnight!  Apparently Josie had amnesia when morning hit because she couldn't find anything and we were late leaving, like thirty minutes late!

10. Blame/accuse your brothers of taking your black skirt and panty hose while your mother is trying to pull into traffic! I assure you Josie as strange as your brothers are, they do not wear women's clothing! Even if they did none of them would wear it in your size! Your attempt to justify the fact that you can't get your crap together caused us to have a fender bender.

BONUS
Pointing out that Daddy is going to be pissed and it is now our normal arrival time to school!  I assure you I'm pissed for both of us!

EXTRA BONUS and NUCLEAR MELT DOWN
Josie stating that's why she doesn't let me use the phone when I'm driving!

Fun times all before sunrise and caffeine!

The Coupon King is Born

This week's receipt!

Last week Elijah, who is 11, watched a marathon of Extreme Coupons.  That was a huge mistake because after the marathon of coupons and stockpiles, Elijah went grocery shopping with me.  Elijah usually goes grocery shopping with me.  He likes to make the list, and then come home and organize everything.  Elijah has a little OCD streak so, if he's going grocery shopping there is a way the buggy has to be packed, unpacked and stored.  Ever watch an 11 year old tell a bagger their packing the cart wrong?  I have on several occasions.  "Soda goes on the bottom, not in the cart bagger person!"  The struggle is real people!

Last week's savings!

Last week Elijah was able to save $63.28 with the coupons that he found in the store.  It was a family record.  He was excited and the lady ringing us up was excited.  My husband was not only excited, but impressed enough to get him an official coupon binder and some more coupons.  Elijah ordered his sister to clean out her closet so he'd have a place to start his stockpile and she did it.  What the hell?  Where did I go wrong? Why is he so interested in doing this? Why do I have to be his wing man?  My idea of good grocery shopping is get in and get out as quickly as possible.  Ever go grocery shopping with a budding extreme couponer?  It is its own special hell. 
 

This week's savings!

THE MADNESS!!! MAKE IT STOP! STOP ENCOURAGING IT!  More episodes of Extreme Coupon.  A woman who's 8 months pregnant diving in a dumpster for coupon flyers, seems legit says the 11 year old Coupon King. No it seems like you have a problem and might want to consider medication.  With new binder in hand and several coupon flyers, Elijah (now known as the Coupon King) cut out coupons, made a list and uploaded on line coupons.  A plan of attack was made all before 11AM this morning.  Grocery shopping took two hours.  We were those people who had two buggies of groceries.  We were those people holding up the line.  We were those people who the check out lady rolled her eyes and sighed when the Coupon King pulled out his stack of coupons.  The bagger girl was enthralled with our little Coupon King.  She wanted to take a picture to show her economics teacher.  People were starting to lean over and gather.  The manager came over when the cashier started to struggle with the amount of coupons, looking agitated, until the bagger girl informed the crowd that it was not me engaging in this madness, but a cute little 11 year old boy.  The total kept rising and you could tell the Coupon King was getting nervous.  His goal was to beat last week's record.  If he could get to $100 in savings his dad promised him $25.00 and going out to eat (and yes he has a coupon for that too).  When the total savings got over $75.  even the cashier was starting to get excited.  The total reached $90.00 and people were impressed until the Coupon King informed the crowd that the cashier did not put is online coupons in.  With the press of some buttons the online coupons went in and the grand total of savings was $107.99.  The Coupon King was spelling his name for onlookers and people were clapping!

The unpacking begins!

Now we are home and the rest of the kids are impressed with the Coupon King's haul.  The Coupon King's subjects are putting away groceries and the Coupon King is basking in the glow of a successful trip to the grocery store.  The Coupon King's wing man has been asked to get some Sunday papers for future trips.  Too bad the Coupon King's mom has banned him from the grocery store next week!  If you see my son on an episode of Extreme
Coupon please know that I am not encouraging this madness, but he's having a great time and saving money so the rest of the family is!

Mississippi Blues Half Marathon

The Mississippi Blues Marathon is held in Jackson. It has been billed as a race you should do due to the swag and the guitar medal that finishers receive. I don't know if the nylon vest and the plastic harmonic are tops on my swag list, but they're alright. The cd of blues music is pretty cool but still, not enough swag to put this half marathon on my running bucket list. The field is about 3500 runners, over three (four if you count the kids race) races. The quarter note race is a 10k and it gets all the previously mentioned swag and a smaller medal.

Let's start with the things that need improvement.  The race expo is the smallest I've been to for a race of this size. Someone could of made a lot of money selling cold weather gear due to the unusual, unexpected freezing temperatures. The three clothing vendors were hawking their left over summer apparel, and one was selling only shoes and race nutrition. The marathon also ran out of shirts to buy for this year's race. Perhaps, an option when you register to order a shirt (which were pretty cool) would be a good idea. Next, the paper insert about the race was a huge disappointment. No map of the half or quarter note races. Turn by turn directions were provided for each race, but when we tried to drive the route a few of the roads were one ways and we ran the opposite way. There was information about the bar crawl after the race, but not any information included about other cool things to do in Jackson.  Chamber of Commerce needs to get on that because Jackson is a pretty cool little city! Lastly, the roads in Jackson are horrible. They could compete with any New England road in spring! I've never seen a Southern city with so many potholes and frost heaves as Jackson.  The packet pick up volunteers were warning out of towners about the potholes so, I anticipated that some of the larger ones would be marked, but they weren't.  On a side note, because this was a freakish polar vortex thing and not the norm, some warning signs through the water stations that ice is on the roads would have been helpful.  The water stops were slippery messes due to ice forming from the water cups.

Now all the good parts to this race. First, it's not expensive to register for. Second, the  volunteers and the community as a whole were wonderful!  Polite,  encouraging,  helpful,  the epitome of southern hospitality!  Third, this is the first race where water stations and Porta potties were close to every mile. I didn't even have to use the water I normally carry. There were also generous time limits for the races and the awards were later so more people could enjoy. Due to the extreme cold temperature (and it was frigid) I didn't get the full music experience,  but the band's that were there were excellent! Pizza (and beer but I don't drink) were plentiful at the finish line in a heated tent (not for vip's but for everyone). Lastly, the medal for this race is beautiful and huge.  No one could miss it on your neck or hanging on your wall!

Overall a great experience. A warning about the course, it's hilly, like rolling  hills hilly. There is no escape and no flat section. Being that I live in South Georgia,  where there are no hills, and not being fully trained up yet, I walked most of this race (as evidenced by my 3:34 finish time).

1 Month On Thyroid Meds

It has been one month since my new doctor prescribed synthroid to treat my Hashimoto's.  It's an attempt to shrink the growths on my thyroid and level out my blood work to a more normal level.  She did prescribe it with the warning that will take up to a month before I see any real results.  When you have been battling with your thyroid for almost a year and a half, one month really isn't a long time to wait to see results.  Unless, your tired of feeling tired all the time, gaining weight, dry skin, moody, losing hair and stomach issues, then a month seems like forever.

I have religiously woken up at 5:06 AM everyday and taken my pill with 6oz of water.  I wait an hour to eat which is what is recommended to get the full effect of the medication.  That means waiting to have my morning coke and supplements until we are ready to leave the house for school.  I forget to eat breakfast more than I remember to eat it with the new schedule. I have maintained my sleep schedule and tried to avoid foods that I'm sensitive to.

The results after one month?  Well, probably not the magic pill I had hoped it was going to be.  I have lost six pounds and the swelling/bloating in my joints and face has started to come down. My pants fit and I don't have to go through everything in my closet, every morning, to find something that doesn't make me look fat and bloated.  My hair is still falling out and my skin still requires copious amounts of lotion to not drive me nuts with dry, scaly, itchy skin.  My stomach issues have been hit or miss, but probably more hit than miss.  The week before my period was particularly rough emotionally, but it was a busy week with way too much going on.  Everyone was cranky so, I'm not sure if that is a side effect of the meds, or just a difficult time.  Towards the end of January blood will be drawn to check my levels and it could take up to 6 months for the growths to start shrinking (which will be checked in a year).

I'll keep you posted on my battle with Hashimoto's.  I have some plans for 2015 so stay tuned!