Juel's Journal

Cold, Kentucky Rain

Stan and I went to the Walmart Supercenter last night just before midnight. It's easier to go do my grocery shopping that late, than to take all 3 kids during the day.

The rain. I've never felt such a cold rain. By all rights it should have been snow. It felt colder than ice from the freezer and it was coming down in sheets. The wind was blowing so hard it had the shopping carts from one end of the lot to the other. They were crashing into cars and trucks like out of control carnival cars.

A Supercenter usually feels like the set for a "Night of the Living Dead" movie to me anyway - add the rain and wind and those carts blowing around helter skelter, and I was certain that was the wrong place to be after midnight. We got our groceries and headed home, but the rain and wind never let up.

I was so sure I'd wake to a big snow this morning, but there's nothing out there but frost. I didn't know it frosted on a soaked ground. Shows how much I know, doesn't it?

It's still dark out there - trying to get light, but so far the dark is winning.

Joel was crying for a bottle while ago, and Bon woke me by punching my arm, as if to say it was my turn. I got up to feed him and change him, it was easier than trying to get her awake to do it and meant less crying for him. A baby crying for too long drives me up a wall. *laughs* I'm semi deaf from my ears being plugged up with this cold but the crying still gets in and goes straight to my brain, much, I imagine, the way encephelitis would. Bon fell to sleep in here watching a movie with me on the Independant Film Channel, or she'd not have been here to punch my arm like that. Tonight, I'm locking my door!

Mom got me a set of sheets for Christmas, 200 thread count and I really like them. I figured Stan might like a set for his bed too so while we were at Walmart last night I tried to find him some, but they either had 180 count or 300. I got him the 300. When I put them on his bed last night, I wondered if anyone has ever been bumped off for their sheets. Boy those were fine. I think now, my mission in life is to try the highest thread count sheets they make on earth. I wonder what that number would be? (I'm teasing about bumping someone off for their sheets - he probably won't like them anyway.. he'll think they're too stiff, I bet, and I'll get to have them anyway!) a-ha-ha!

I got myself another set of sheets, flannel ones. They had them on sale for 21 dollars to fit my bed. I got a set of twin flannel sheets for the day bed as well, for 8 bucks. Mikyla will love them. :)

Mallory is doing much better now. She ate like crazy yesterday, and played a lot. She got tired quicker, and napped a couple of times, but all in all, she's on the way to well. Thank God.

I've got the tree down now, and most of the inside decorations are down as well. Everything is in a pile in the den and waiting to be put into boxes. I might do that today. I've not decided as yet... it's too much like work to really commit myself to it.

We're going to Lisa's for New Year's Eve.. Bonnie's off and Sarah will be home by then, so I won't have to babysit. I can just relax and enjoy it. New Years day though, Bonnie works, but Sarah doesn't.. so I'll just have one baby to watch after, so that still means no drinking. Not that I would anyway, but who can really say for sure?

I used to love winter, but God I wish this one would go away and do it fast.

A Big Lemon

Dad brought this back for me from Florida. I didn't know they made lemons so big! I had half of it with salt and PHEW! Lordy was it bitter.. (but delicious!)

My Don't Mont To

It doesn't make sense, looking at the words, but when Mallory speaks them, they make tons of sense then. I don't want to.

The rain is coming down in sheets. Off and on, all night last night. All day today. I miss summer-time. Being inside is hard with the kids. They're bored, and they just ...kids just need to be outside. Swinging from trees. Limb to limb...

"Mallory, eat your dinner."
"My Don't Mont To."
"But you need to eat.."
"My DON'T Mont TO.."
"Please, honey, you haven't eaten anything but junk today.."
"MY DON'T MONT TO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

What can I do?

The scary thing is, that when she's climbing out of her terrible twos, Joel will be creeping into them.

Christmas is in 15 days.

I just want some snow. Did I mention the rain is coming down in sheets?

Mikyla is growing up so fast. She'll be 4. She spent the night last night and she fell to sleep side ways on my bed. My bed is queen size. Her head was all the way at one end, and her feet at the other. She's all legs! Where on earth did the baby in her go?

Now the wind's picking up. There go the chimes. I love them. And the rain is still coming down in sheets. There's something i have to do. More later.

I call it a dash - he calls it a hyphen...

tomatos - tomahtos.

The flipping thing is there because the phone company is going to switch to some sort of ip phone system. UP THERES!

If...

I buy and use Celine Dion's new perfume.. does that mean I'll get to swing over a city under a starry sky?

Michael Jackson (Yes. Again)

Damn my wavering mind. I couldn't decide if he's guilty or not. (as if it's my business) Still, my mind twisted and turned, I can't like this situation. Immediately I think, GUILTY! (just to be on the safe side.) But there's a realistic side. Is he? Did he?

I've been watching VH1 a lot last week, and there's been a repeat interview (and repeated, and repeated - which leads me to another peeve, why the hell don't they play it once, maybe twice, then fill in all that frickin' repeat again and again time with music videos instead?) Anyway.. when I first saw the interview, I thought, wow, what a creep, the guy doesn't even look real. He's GUILTY. 2 surgeries on his nose and that's all. (says he) LIAR! But hey.. maybe it was just 2. Who am I to say?

His soft spoken voice, his gentle demeanor, his patience trying to teach that guy how to moon walk, his childlike answers, and suddenly I was feeling ashamed of myself. He didn't seem like a child molester. Maybe he wasn't guilty. Maybe those folks just want a nice big fat settlement.

As I watched, the children just seemed to cling to him. They couldn't say enough nice things about him. Again I was wavering. Is he a monster or not?

More soft spoken voice, more patience.. more explaining why he dangled his child from the balcony, and it hit me. This guy's not a monster. He's simply a person who is retarted. He stopped maturing at maybe age 12. That's all.
Not a monster. Just a child.

Then I got to wondering. Do children molest children? I didn't think so.. of course, maybe I'm wrong, but I really didn't think so. If he thinks like a child, if he dreams like a child, acts like a child, believes he's a child, why maybe, he's not done anything but be misunderstood, and instead of jail, he just needs some adult guidance. A keeper of sorts. A guardian.

But..

Then I watched the top ahh.. 50 or so of the biggest quarrels of 2003 on the same channel. One of the squabbles were between Michael Jackson and Paul McCartney. It seems (if the show's to be believed) that Paul told Michael when the Beatles music was coming up for auction, and how he wanted desperately to be able to buy the rights, that Michael sneaked off and outbid Paul for the rights.

That wasn't very nice. Paul's all angry about it, and Michael's selling Beatles rights for commercials, etc, making money on them and Michael's sister said.. "Hey.. this is business. He's making money on his investment, it has nothing to do with friendship, that's just business!"

My brows went into a "V" and then up into my hair line.

A 12 Year old wouldn't be likely to be that business savvy.

*'s mind wavers right back where it started*

E-gads, What a Day.

It sorta feels like my nerves are on the outside of my skin tonight. The babies have been here and mercy have they ...been here. *laughs* yikes!

Finding Nemo is in trouble with me. Mikyla has picked up Nemo's line "I hate you." - having never said that before, she said it to me twice today.. once when I wouldn't let her have the bag of Doritos on my bed...and then when I wouldn't let her unwind all the toilet paper off of the roll. Abruptly when I was on the phone, she slapped me, playing, I'm sure, but harder than she intended or I expected, and I told her if she didn't stop being mean she couldn't spend the night with me tonight. She forgot herself again and grabbed a handful of Mallory's hair and shook Mallory pretty hard - using her hair as a ...furry kinda handle bar.

I told her don't even ask to stay tonight, the answer is no and will be no until she stops being so mean. That was the first time I wouldn't let her stay. Maybe tomorrow she'll be a little more calm. STRAAAAAAAAATERRAAAAAAAAAAA!

*laughs*

Joel. The darling has learned to crawl and ohhh is he wanting to get the paper I have under the christmas tree. Rolls that I just slid there so I could find it come present wrapping time. I have him barred though, with 3 pillows, which I thought were too high and bulky for him to get through. However... he fooled me. The lil rascal has his ways. He's discovered that if he makes this noise.. ahhh ahhhhh AHHHHHHH! when I put him down for his nap, I'll go see what's up, and then when he sees me, he gets louder. He's learned he can get up. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! Egads! That noise! I'm trying to break that habit real fast, but egads, in the meantime I think he might just break me!

Mallory.. well Mallory was good as gold for me today. Those lil green eyes, so intense, she was satisfied with everything. Anything I fed her.. her milk, pop,
and we ended up making some kick booty cup cakes later this afternoon.
She liked that.. but she doesn't want the cake part, just the icing. I can't say as I blame her either. The flavor for today? Stwa-beddy!

I can't believe it's after 7 already. Where the hell did this day go?