Serious questions need serious answers

Or at least one would assume that they do.

I am working part time from home, for a TV network show that I dont believe I can actually name (I know I signed something in regards to blogging and social media and the mention of my employer) so my job.... entails answering calls, and assisting people in ordering items available from the show.

So I answer the phone last night, to a much too happy man, calling about an item he saw on the company website. The questions started out to be bland in nature, when they took a turn for oddly freakish. He begins to tell me about his wife's rather large nipples. Whaaaa?

Yes you read that right, her large nipples. Prank call? I dont know. Looking back, Id say that probably yes, it was a prank. At the time, I didnt even think about the fact it could be.

I did, however, probably take ALL the fun out of his prank. When he was telling me about the nipples, and the need to know the thickness of the material of the item he was inquiring about, to ensure that her nipples did not show through the material. Apparently not only does his wife have nipples the size of silver dollars, apparently they are significantly darker than the rest of her breasts.  Ayyy geeeeez. TMI TMI TMI TMI

Being the ever savvy shopper that I am, I recalled seeing breast petals in Target or Walmart. I mentioned them to the caller, and at first he was quiet. Then he let me know what a wonderful idea that was, and decided he would call back later about the item.

Serious question? Probably not, but it certainly makes for an interesting work shift!

Burning Bridges

Maybe not... but something was burning!


I could just about scream and beat an almost 7 yr old with a wet noodle tonight.  We have GOT to get him out of our room (off the pink couch) and into his own bed. HAVE TO.


I worked 2 hours tonight from 8-10. I made him go to "bed" at 830 while on a potty break. I have never had issues getting him to go to bed. He might balk a bit but generally falls asleep watching TV with Jody within 10-15 minutes. 


Tonight I broke up no less than 4 fights between the kids, who seem to think that bedtime is also know as prime time fight night. I  sent him back to lay down numerous times. 


Finally I switched the TV to something he wouldnt enjoy (Mr Digger usually falls asleep to sponge bob and the noise from the TV is needed in our house for some reason)


Lil Dude started by kicking the floor, in a bit of a 2 yr old drama king fit. I got on him and he stopped. I thought he finally covered up and was fixin' to fall asleep. Everyone else was already there.


Then--- I am logging out at work, and I open my sewing room/office door. I smell something odd. Burning smell. I had laundry in the dryer so my first thought was either something in the dryer, or the lint trap. I go to laundry room, nothing. I opened the dryer, checked the lint trap, nothing but Downy softness smell.... I start towards the living room and here comes Lil Dude. Yes Lil Dude who I didnt even notice wasnt on the pink couch when I went through my bedroom.


I asked what he was doing. He said nothing, just looking in the living room. I asked why he would be looking in the living room 2 hours past bedtime. He had no answer, other than just looking. GAAH! I walk in there and the smell is really strong. I asked if he had a lighter, and what he was trying to burn down. He said no, but eventually hands me a box of MATCHES. He is lighting them, lighting paper and throwing it in the trash can   


I didnt find anything else that was burned, but even now, 50 minutes later I still smell burning matches. Or maybe its my imagination.  


Either way Im shocked by his behavior. I woke Mr Digger up, told him WHY I woke him up, and all I got out of that was him asking Lil Dude why, followed by no dune buggy for 1 month. Gee way to hand out a punishment Mr Digger. He went ALL damn winter without riding his dune buggy. 3-4 MONTHS. 1 month is a cake walk. Might as well have told him he had to eat cake for supper every night for a month. *sigh*

Its pretty simple

I wasnt thinking.

When I scheduled my work week for this week, I was oblivious to the dates. I have a light work load Monday through Thursday. I slammed myself hard on Friday, which also happens to be Freddy's first birthday. What was I thinking? Its apparent, I wasnt thinking.

I am now in the process of either A) ditching hours for Friday on the trade board, or planning something for Saturday and ditching hours then!

Now off to check and see if my tutu has been completed, and cry if it hasnt. I ordered it 3 wks ago, but havent been invoiced for it yet. Please let it be complete.

Back to the Mountains

Last weekend we took the kids to the mountains. I sure wish we had more time. You never get to do everything you want. We would have loved to make it up to Clingman's Dome, or just some hiking in general.

It was Devil Child's 5th birthday, so we had to cram Dollywood in there for her. We did walk the strip, but abstained from buying ANYTHING in any of the tourist trap shops.

The kids enjoyed the aquarium, mirror maze, Ripley's museum, miniature golf, 3D movies, and the haunted house scared the bejeezus out of my Piggles.

One hectic day after another

Working on my latest juggling act, and obviously my blogging time was one of the first things cut from the schedule.

Im working a new job, its just part time, but overall I am enjoying working from home again. Its not in my career field, it doesnt use my degree, but its going to put shoes on kids' feet, and take care of the extras they all seem to have to have. It will do for now ;)

Its still spring break around here, and of course that has contributed to my lack of time. I promise to catch up, or at least try... on the activities of the last week.

For now, I will just keep running around like a chicken with its head cut off!

The Fast Lane

Prime description of the past couple days. No slowing down, no down time, one thing on top of another. Im wondering who came up with a 2 wk spring break? Really? As if 1 week wasnt enough with a bunch of little ones driving me bonkers. Throw a sick baby in and BOOM! Chaos. Constant chaos.

I know, should totally be enjoying every moment. I want to, really I do. Just so many stressful things going on elsewhere in life right now.

Calgon, take me away, for a couple hours anyhow!

Buggy Riding

We have our big trip to Durhamtown Plantation planned for later this month. Today we took the buggies (well 2 of them ) out on a test ride at a local lake/riding spot. Lil dude did so good driving his all by himself. I am very proud of how far his confidence in driving has come over the past 9 months since his birthday.