here i am. did you think i was dead? i dropped out of the blogosphere for a while. okay, for a long, long while. so here i am, ready or not. i will be back. i promise. i am just trying to come up with something really clever to say.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Friday, May 6, 2011
we are house hunting. sounds like fun, doesn't it? NOT! maybe for the first couple of hundred houses...now it is just tiring. i am almost to the point of saying "just buy one and let me know where it is". i would never do that. there is SO MUCH out there! new ones. old ones. fancy ones. fixer uppers. old lady houses. some with basements. some with crawl spaces (what the heck is that?!) a few attics. some in the city. some in the country. some that should be torn down (really!) some have pools. some have jacuzzis. fences. no fences. tree houses. out houses. I AM SO TIRED OF IT ALL!
i am sure that the perfect house will happen along. probably right after we stop looking for one. until then i will spend a portion of every day checking the internet, the newspaper and bulletin boards. and even though i have those occasional moments where i want to stop the world and get off for awhile, i do kinda like the whole house hunting thing. it is fun to go into someone else's house and see how they live. it's funny to me to see a house that is absolutely immaculate until you find that closet where they threw everything when they found out you were coming! and don't forget the lovely smell of pine-sol in the air! please! trust me, after i move in it will never be that clean again! (maybe when my kids move out!) sometimes there is the pathetic little doggie staring at you through the sliding glass doors (the one who normally lives indoors until the house hunters come by) or the stuck up, ticked off cat out in the garage.
oh well, that's how it goes.
Posted by tracytreehouse at Friday, May 06, 2011
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
i am a mom. not a perfect mom, i know this. but i am a good mom. i love my kids. i admire them. they make me laugh and they make me cry. i am proud of them. they amaze me. on a daily basis. they fight with each other. alot. sometimes over important things. sometimes over stupid stuff. but they love each other. they may not admit it but they know they do.
they are collectively grieving the recent loss of two pets. each in their own unique way. i hear them say sweet things. i see them do nice things. i notice that they hold their tongue (when any other time they would not.) i see them offer tokens of kindness. i see them leave each other alone. i feel them acknowledge each other's pain. i see them love each other.
i think i am going to reinvent the "pet rock". you pick a suitable rock, paint a face onit, give it a name. done. that's about as low maintenence as it gets. you don't have to buy it food. you don't have to take it out for 3 a.m. potty break. if you're too busy to remember that it even exists, no big deal, no one's feelings are hurt. no vet bills if you drop it. and the best part...they never die.
i have two sad kids with two dead pets. they died of natural causes (whatever they were), they weren't stepped on, mistreated, starved or eaten by the cat. they just died. which makes it even more confusing for the kids. i mean, if you feed and water them, play with them and most importantly, love them, shouldn't they live forever? not so.
so now my kids have had to learn one of life's most painful lessons...everything dies. eventually.
and i learned that even though they act like they don't at times, they love each other.
excuse me, i have a couple of funerals to plan.
Posted by tracytreehouse at Wednesday, May 04, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
how many times am i going to try this blog thing? i just can't seem to get it right. besides the fact that i am a total loser and forgot my user name and password. more than once. i found this old blog by accident today. it made me laugh to read some of the stuff i had written. so maybe i will try it again. i need a good laugh once in awhile. it's pretty bad when you forget all your info and have to start over. and over. i wrote it down this time. maybe i will have it tattooed on my butt.
lame idea. geez.
Posted by tracytreehouse at Wednesday, April 06, 2011