Whoduhthunkit!?

Otherwise known as some random thoughts cluttering my brain pan. I figure if I get it OUT I can move on with my day…

1) Remember that post awhile back? The one about homemade soap from scratch? We used that soap now for the past week and all I have to say is DAAAMMMNNNN. This is the most luxurious, sweetly scented, richly lathering AMAZING soap I have ever used. Go ahead…ask me if I am ever going to BUY soap again..g’head…ask.

2) The pre-pubescent/verging on pubescence type of behavior (compounded by low self esteem and a very QUICK boiling point) of my eldest son has been succesfully "cushioned" by the judicious application of a therapeutic dose of St.John’s-wort tincture. He is happier, though he still gets angry and angsty, because he doesn’t chew himself to bits over issues and the little ant hill troubles aren’t Mt. Fuji anymore. He’s glad he took the option and is doing better in school because he isn’t sabotaging his own efforts.

3) Fat Asshole Cat is still with us. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t just ditch the cat even if it is a no kill shelter. I felt like giving up on finding a way we could all just live together in peace was like giving up on a kid. I’m a total sap. Well Cleo (fatcat) now spends all day (weather providing) outside and comes in during inclement weather or at night and has staked out ThingTwo’s bedroom as HER turf. No other animal can get up into the top bunk of his bunkbed so that’s HER spot and she darn well will make sure she hisses down ANYTHING else that walks through the door (other than ThingTwo whom she has adopted as HER boy). I think we have a match made in heaven. Hyper Boy and Nutcase the Cat.

4) ThingTwo, who at some point decided that he will be an air fern (not requiring food or water for maintenance or growth) suddenly ate meat the other day…red meat…a whole lot of it. A very kind neighbor who’s son shot and killed his first deer gave us a large roast of the finest cut (backstrap) which I cut into small steaks, wrapped in bacon, and marinated in my famous "Camp Sauce" (ask if you want the recipe I totally rock at this). Normally one bite would be a struggle with this boy but he not only ate that bite, he went on to devour an entire steak…about 8 bites. His eldest brother ate 4 steaks (yes I said steaks, not bites…STEAKS) and his littlest brother had a good solid portion as well. NIIIIICE and now Gunny has to learn how to hunt LOL.

5) It still, at the MARRIED and nearly 40 stage, feels AWESOME when a male stops, stares, and says "WHoa..I almost didn’t recognize you, you look AMAZING!" I lost nearly 80 lbs and cut my hair when Gunny deployed and a friend of his was floored when we bumped into eachother in the store. Yeah…I still got it…oh yeah…

6) What’s the relationship here…Your husband’s cousin’s daughter. That’s been eating me alive mentally for some reason…second cousin?

7) To sell or not to sell…my husband says I should market my salves, lotions, and oils (I’m an herbalist). I admit I have fun making them and I admit that I make a LOT and feel bored when I can’t make any because I made all the STUFF we need…but sell? Turn something I love into WORK? I dunno…I did that with Website Design and now I don’t even do it for fun because I grew to LOATHE it.

8) If a family agrees to split the cost of a Xmas gift…shouldn’t ALL members that agreed pony up the ducats? Family branches a,b, & C all agreed to split the cost of a set of plane tickets for beloved Mum in Law so she could go spend the holidays with her newest grandbaby. Branches a & b paid…branch C never did. They DID however buy a brand new car…..second vehicle for a family of 2 (no kids)…am I wrong to be a bit shriveled about that?

9) ThingThree’s ear surgery is a success as far as I am concerned. The amount of ungodly high pitched shrieking has dramatically decreased and he is now capable of WHISPERING (which he does at the ODDEST moments). I still wish that I had been educated about the fluid in the ears and antibiotics but I am now and will share THAT info as much as I can.

10) There is NO finer way to be awakened early on a Sunday morning than by a warm gigglish and snugglish 5 year old who smells like homemade soap.