The oddly normal life of Clorie

 Recently I was having a conversation with someone, who I will not name, and they said something about eating boogers... Then told me that it was healthy, "look it up." She said. So, not until today but even so I did. I found that apparently she was correct, and eating boogers is healthy for you. So when your kids pick and then go to munch, I guess maybe you should let them do it? Booger pie anyone?  Upon googleing this information was found:  Dr. Bischinger has been quoted as saying (in an Austrian accent), “With the finger you can get to places you just can’t reach with a handkerchief, keeping your nose far cleaner. And eating the dry remains of what you pull out is a great way of strengthening the body’s immune system.” He then added, “Medically it makes great sense and is a perfectly natural thing to do. In terms of the immune system the nose is a filter in which a great deal of bacteria are collected, and when this mixture arrives in the intestines it works j

 I had almost forgot what the heat of the sun felt like on my skin. I swear it has only rained for what feels like a very very long time. Everything here was flooding and I am sure I am not the only one who was more than happy to have the sun back out!  I was finally able to plant my rose bushes, and some veggies into the ground. Woot! Tomorrow should be sunny to but lucky me, I get to work! (not sayin' I hate my job btw... Just saying it would be nice to be out and enjoy the sun another day) So I had to pack as much into today as I could. This meant getting fast food for dinner, which the kids were not upset about.  So I got my radishes planted beside the house, and I also did 2 pumpkin plants, and 2 cantaloupes. I am not sure if they will work where I put them, but I figured there is room for them to vine, and if they don't make it, well I am not out much and I know better for next year!  The rest of my garden will go in soon:  I was trying to get some praise from the

 I will say this about my work. No matter what is said, word gets around. Words also get twisted and changed, and rumors fly like well I don't know kites? I think co-workers are like a second family, not like to the point where you want to invite them over for Thanksgiving dinner... More like your around them enough that you are more than likely to have seen a bad side of them, and learned some annoyances. Chances are they were grumpy or depressed or pissed at some point and you have seen them at their worst. I think that makes it easier to get under each others skin and become annoyed. You get annoyed, you get over it, you move on. Your still co workers and you still get through. Like family, there are spats, you get over it move on and after it all your still family.  So do I always love my co workers or getting up early, or when someone is rude to me, or when I don't make any money... OF COURSE NOT. I have good days and I have bad days. Today it was raining, I would have L

 My mom and I were talking and lately her relationship is what I guess we could call complicated. During our conversation she stopped and asked me "Are you happy with Tim?" without hesitation I answered "yes".She told me that she knew he loved me and she was so glad I could be happy.  Later I was thinking about it. I have wondered is he "it" is he the one. How can I be sure, how is anyone ever sure? We have been together for almost 9 years now. Granted we've had our issues, but every night he comes home to me, and every morning he's next to me in bed. He loves me, he provides for me, and I love him and provide for him. Together we are raising four wonderful children.  Do I still get butterflies when he walks though the door? Well, honestly, no. Do I still miss him the moment he walks away... Again no, sometimes I am more than happy to see him leave for the evening and go to work... Does that mean I love him any less than I did when our love was

 Yes, I know I have a blog titled this elsewhere. It was about something else though completely. My kids call each other names, CONSTANTLY. If I had been called the things they call each other as a kid I would have crawled under a rock and wanted to die. Yet they have no problems throwing back a mean name and shrugging it off.  But words hurt.  It hurts when I do what I do for my family and then I am told that I am a "liar" and that I am "Dumb" because I chose not to go buy soda when I had planned on doing so. That, does not make me a liar, that means someone didn't behave and does not deserve the reward. Sure that sucks for those of us who did behave, but well, life sucks.  So after working all day, coming home, planting plants I hope will grow into usable food for my family, cooking dinner and cleaning up the house some. I am a dumb liar. I wonder if the parents who really are shitty, the ones who DO lie, and who ARE dumb get called the same. I know I ha

 The hardest job you will ever love... Do I love the job? Really? I love my kids, but the JOB of raising them... I am not so sure I love it. I am not even really sure if I so much as like it. First off, there are no do-overs. If you fuck up, that is it, you have fucked up. Chances are it will come up later in life in a counseling session or two. If you mold the clay the wrong way, you can't go back in time and change it. Whats done is done. What you do or teach they learn and see. If you do it wrong, well that is that.  A good amount of the time I feel like I am a decent parent. I provide a sturdy, stable home. I provide healthy meals that I cook with love. I am here for them when they need me, and I step back when they need to make mistakes. I let  them lose friends, I let them say the wrong thing. I let them make mistakes, because that, is how you learn to live life. Sometimes the mistakes they make effect me more than I wish they would.  Like when they chose to take somet

 Its a crazy thing. I must admit there are things I am addicted to. The computer for one. I love to get online see what everyone on facebook is up to... Play my frontierville game (meaningless mindless but still fun) My cellphone. I love the darn thing and feel lost the seldom few times I neglect to take it with me... Diet coke. I love it. Its tasty bubbly and calorie free. I know it has horrible chemicals in it,and its bad for me, but I drink it regardless. I have quit and I can quit, but I just don't want to. I guess that is how addictions work.  Thankfully I am not addicted to anything too stupid. At one time I smoked cigarettes. I quit, and it was really without issues. I am more addicted to diet coke, than I was to cigarettes, and now, I cannot stand them, I cannot believe I ever used to be a "smoker" that I used to smell that way.  Anyway. Addiction. I have never been addicted to anything really harmful, or had to watch someone go through a gut wrenching addicti

 It was a pretty good weekend. All in all. I got what I needed to accomplished or close to it. I spent some time with the kids, and it did not just fly by like it normally does. The weather was also fantastic, maybe a little hot, but after all that snow we received this winter, who can complain its hot already?!  Tonight I was told I don't do anything, by my teenager. She thinks I should let her go to the other school in town, which is not our district, so I would first off, have to LIE about where we live for her to even be able to go. Second this would require me taking and pickingher up each day. I have been there, the traffic is nuts, and there for both the task of dropping off, and picking up would add another 30 min each. So an hour a day, or five a week. This should not be a problem for me, because after all, its not like I DO ANYTHING anyway. Later a facebook status said "Why do we even HAVE parents" I went in there and told her to move out. "Where wou

 Oh so once again my bloginess has been lacking. I have had times, when I think how that was so funny and I need to blog it, and then the evening comes, the kids are in bed, and all I want to do is crash myself. What can I say, I am just not a good steady blogger. I am trying.  So this week, its been a good week. We went to a park for a picnic on the windiest day in history. Played soccer and football and had a pretty good time, all of us, together, getting along. Amazing, I know right? Tim got a call from his old boss, asking him to come back to work there. Its more hours and a little bit more money, its also night shifts....  So I suppose I will be back to feeling like a single mom during his work days. This time though, the kids are older and I think it should be easier. Its not like if I need to run to the store, I have to lug all four with me every single time. It also makes this summer SO much easier on us! Yes Destiny and Promise are both old enough to baby sit, but lets fac

 I knew someone it was either online or a real life person... That had told their children when they were small, that the truck that played music in the summer was the "Music Man". So they did not have to deal with the constant need of a dollar every time the music was heard. Smart woman that one is!  This afternoon, its beautiful outside. Blue sky white fluffy clouds, sunshine and I think 70 degrees! So who else would pop out onto the roads besides the music man, whom my kids refer to as the "Icecream man". Good golly. Its funny how my child with "bad hearing" is the first one to have figured out he was nearby.  Mama, can I have a dollar? I tried to ignore him, but he followed me. "Mama, just a dollar, I'll pay you back." I tried to reason with him... Told him about the OREO PIE that was in our freezer for dessert. "Please, just a dollar" Well not really a dollar, because all you moms of more than one know, if ONE of the kids