The only voices...

I hear at the moment are my calves screaming, "You evil B!TCH" and my heels whimpering for mercy. Tomorrow morning, the calves will be throwing knives at me all the way down the stairs, every step with a wince.

Yes, I had dance class earlier this evening. I really love it though! It is a fun time to joke and talk with ADULTS and not the 4-year-old crowd, not to mention I get as much workout in dance class as I do running myself on the the elliptical, mostly because it's exhausting and after a run through of our routine, I am in need of oxygen! Funny thing though my butt is not complaining. No slew of profanity or even smart remarks from that area tonight though it should be the body part with the most grief. Shhhhh...don't tell Miss N! :-D Those parts need the most work but they are the biggest babies and really don't want to participate and she could cause them pain! I've blocked from memory the steps we did in class a while back that made us scream, "Omg, my THIGHS are on FIRE!"

Apparently I need to get back on the elliptical so my back end and thighs can join in on the fuss fest and be prepared for those upcoming steps of death in future dance class because Miss N will remember them. Oh yes, she will, and a room of adults will turn into whiny 8 year olds begging, "Do we have to?! Awww MAN!"

I'm sure she loves those voices. :-D

ETA- It more than likely would be whiny 8 year olds...3 year olds still think torture is fun.

Hmph!

Mon reminded me that I haven't blogged since Friday (which means I only missed yesterday, right? :-P)

Then she called me a looser.

Dang!

Guess I'd better blog...

Is that better?? :-D

Hello? Dad?

My dad is a character and a half, one that most of the little town we grew up in knows well. Too well and even after him not living there for almost 17 years I can be in town and get, "Oh you're one of David's girls, right?" Hang head and run for nearest cave..um, yeah. Don't get me wrong, I love him to death and he's a lot of fun, but he can be the most stubborn, PITA person on earth at times. For instance this week, my mom is out of town. Like every time she is out of town, he calls me EVERY night, sometimes two and three times a night, oh man. Love ya dad, but some he can make you want to gouge out your ears and claim stupidity in the operation of a phone. Usually he has a story or three to tell, how his day sucked, how he has nothing to eat and will surely waste away in the night, how he's having chest pains (which he probably is honestly) and none of his kids will take care of him. Yes, guilt trip. He says he does it to pester us, but I really think he's lonely. I think mom is glad for the vacation from hearing his nightly bitch fest, lol. How that falls over to me in her absence, I have yet to figure out. As much as he drives me crazy with this..and he doesn't call my other sisters very often..I know I can't ask him to stop. For one, he's a mule and he'd call more if I said otherwise, and two, I know one day he will be gone and I'd kick myself. Though it hurts to think of losing the foul-mouth ogre, I know it is inevitable, and probably not far off.

Dad, you there? I'm waiting for my call....

Voices of the Brain

If you know my kids, you know Monster Man...and you know how unbelievably ornery and witty and just dag-gone CUTE the little fart can be, even when he's just driving you to drink... heavily.


Imagine this little hooligan man in dance class -the only boy, little girls approaching him before and after class wanting to talk to him or hug him. Jeesh. Little Casanova is not yet 5 years old. So being a focus of attention and dramatic to boot, his behavior can fall off the deep end pretty quickly. Some days to the point I am chompin' the bit to go drag him out and warm his butt all the way to the truck! Anyway, his teachers haven't kicked him out yet; he's only had to visit the "blue chair" once I think, though he deservingly has lost reward stamps at the end of class a couple times. Big ~BIG~ deal! Kids value those suckers! He'll come out squealling, "TWO STAMPS MOM!!" proudly displaying one on each hand after a good day. Some days he only gets one....a few times over the past two years no stamps at all, which he knows a butt warming after class is inevitable. Double whammy for no stamps.

This evening, in talking about our day before bed, Monster Man was informing Mr. FixIt that he received TWO stamps for dance class today. :-D Then he proceeds to tell me (like I wasn't there) that he won a game of freeze dance they were playing the last few minutes of class but at the beginning of the game he had a hard time playing.
"Why is that buddy?"

"Because my brain wasn't listening. My BRAIN (said with big eyes and dramatic face) was making my body move around and was NOT listening. My brain was making me bounce around like this." Monster man demonstrates bouncing, head bobbing and goofy eyes rolling.

"Then Ms. Leigh's BRAIN made me sit down." (picture a totally defeated face)

OH MAN!
How about those voices??
I near peed myself laughing.

Motivational voices

How can a person be lost in your their house? Or more precisely, how do you lose your motivation and its voice that was coaching your way to accomplishment 12 hours earlier??

We are finally home, kids back, unpacked, critters all back to normal, and I'm a zombie. Might as well have a big ole bag over my head and be running into walls because that's about all I've accomplished today. I wasn't really jet-lagged at all. I was fine yesterday with all the running around and visiting. I slept 8 hours...count them, EIGHT HOURS...last night which is some kind of either record or miracle, either of which I'm thankful for! :-D I did get a few things done earlier today: Kids meal related things, trudged through the huge mass of mail from an entire week, and a small amount of work done around lunch, but WOW...other than that I feel like a sloth. Was thinking last night on the way home-- oh tomorrow I'll do this, this, this and need to do that, this and that...ok. That will be good. Nice plan! Today?? Zero on the achievement scale. Work is drowning me, and even having the days kid-free with evenings for "vacation" I should have been able to plow through tons, TONS, of work, then I got sick on the second day...great. I lost some work time I planned on gaining last week, so I do not have time for days like this!! WTF is wrong with me?? Where is that attitude and motivation I had last night?? I think it took one good look at this office this morning and RAN for dear life!! The house isn't too bad in general and I'll do the kitchen here in a bit before I start dinner...but work/office/mail/bills ..EEEEK!!! Apparently the "will and intent" fragments of my brain said, "Screw that sister! You're on ya own!!" Dang...I hate it when that happens.

I guess I need to get back to my routine and try to get at least something done, even if only a small task. I'm getting the voice of FLYlady in my head saying, "Go shine your sink!" Every accomplishment starts with a shiny sink, and I guess that's a good place to start as any! FLYlady has a way to kick those negative and overwhelming thoughts from my brain. I can't think about work and bills and all that stuff right now, have to pull a Scarlet on all that mess and remember "babysteps" -one thing at a time! Later gang, I'm off to go shiny my sink!

Confused voices

I'm glad to be home.

But I really don't want vacation to be over.

I wanted to get more work done than I was able to.

But I realize I can't work 27/7 anymore...

I'm so excited that we were able to see/visit some great parts of America.

I can't wait to take the kids to the west coast someday!

But do I really have to pick the kids up tomorrow?? Already??

I seriously need some sleep.

But I'm too wound up, and I need to unpack.

But I missed my bed.

It's good to be home!

Voice of Thanks

AMEN!! Good to be back on familiar soil!!

Visiting is nice, but it's good to be "home," even if that is 2600 miles from my house.

Thank you Border patrol guard for doing your job well, being thorough yet a decent human at the same time and not making us suffer the inquisition we endured to get out.

Thank you for people who speak English, even if they might yell "B*&ch" out the window at me.

Thank you for giving me the freedom to leave if I want, when I want...but I really don't WANT to do that EVER again!!

Singing voices

Changed the player to auto start
and added a few :-D

Enjoy the assortment of voices!


...and I apologize for any that don't work.
I forgot to delete them a bit ago..whoops!

Too quiet

The lack of voices around me today was almost scary. Of course I have one doc or another yapping things in my ear most all day long, but no kids, no TV, no one to bother me...wow. I completely get the saying "silence is deafening," just not in an uncomfortable foot-in-my-mouth situation.

Then my phone rang and my sister snapped me back to reality...of course after I jumped 10 feet when the phone scared me half to death!

The quiet is nice, but I think I do better with lots of noise and chaos all around! Good thing, I guess!

The voice of reason...

says I blew it, dang. Thinking I'd get a quick chance to blog about the various voices of the crazy day yesterday. The hushed voices of an attempt at private conversation during a 5+ hour flight, the hurried and loud scuffling of feet through airports, the frustrated venting of the masses at security checkpoints, the "aaaaahhhhhhhh" my feet gave me as I dropped into a comfy bed after keeping them moving and strapped in shoes for 19 straight hours....

But no, none of that was dished out here for you to read yesterday. Whoops!

Thinking of voices closer to my heart, I barely had glimpse of Monster man's voice because when Grandma asked if he wanted to talk to mom at the end of the day he said, "No, not right now." Thanks ya little fart!

Oh well. One of these days I'll keep up NaBloPoMo...or at least not blow it on the third day!

AAACCCKK!!

The voices are ganging up on me tonight.
No kids.
Not the dog.
Mr. FixIt is snoring in the COD

The voices in my head are my own tonight. So much to do and SO little time and so much work to be done on top of all that--whew! I'm exhausted just thinking about it! I'll clue you in with details later why my brain particles ganging up on me, but just know...I have plenty of voices going on!! And they aren't being very nice! :-D

Oh, I ended up downloading that stupid song from yesterday to my iPod and played it 50 times today on the way to grandparents and back. Can't beat it, join in singing I guess!!

May - Voices

To start off the new NaBloPoMo theme voices, I give you this:

"Shake, shake, shake, Senora, shake your body line
Shake, shake, shake, Senora, shake it all the time
Work, work, work, Senora, work your body line
Work, work, work, Senora, work it all the time"

Because I haven't been able to get that song out of my head all freaking day!!! OMG!!
AAARRGHHH!!

Thanks Mon and R....I will find some equally nutty song to implant in your head! :-D
Here's the rest of the song in case you are singing now and need words.....hehehehe

"My girl's name is Senora
I tell you friends, I adore her
And when she dances, oh brother!
She's a hurricane in all kinds of weather
(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) OK, I believe you!
(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) OK, I believe you!
(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) OK, I believe you!
(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) Whoa!
Shake, shake, shake, Senora, shake your body line
Shake, shake, shake, Senora, shake it all the time
Work, work, work, Senora, work your body line
Work, work, work, Senora, work it all the time
You can talk about Cha Cha
Tango, Waltz, or de Rumba
Senora's dance has no title
You jump in the saddle
Hold on to de bridle!
(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) OK, I believe you!
(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) Rock your body, child!
(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) Somebody, help me!
(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) Whoa!

Shake, shake, shake, Senora, shake your body line
Shake, shake, shake, Senora, shake it all the time (Whoa)
Work, work, work, Senora, work your body line (Yep)
Work, work, work, Senora, work it all the time
Senora, she's a sensation
The reason for aviation
And fellas, you got to watch it
When she wind up, she bottom, she go like a rocket!
(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) OK, I believe you!
(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) Hoist those guns a leetle higher!
(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) Humpin' jiminy!
(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) Whoa oh oh oh!
[break]

Shake, shake, shake, Senora
Shake your body line
Work, work, work, Senora
Work it all the time
Dance, dance, dance, Senora
Dance it all the time
Work, work, work, Senora
Work it all the time
Senora dances Calypso
Left to right is de tempo
And when she gets the sensation
She go up in the air, come down in slow motion
(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) OK, I believe you!
(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) Somebody, help me!
(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) OK, I believe you!
(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) Whooooa!
Shake, shake, shake, Senora, shake your body line
Shake, shake, shake, Senora, shake it all the time
Work, work, work, Senora!"

Jump in the Line by Harry Belafonte