Cemeteries, Boxer Shorts & Not Cooking Dinner

I forced my two young children to brave the heat and go cemetery hunting today.  I love cemetery hunting, there is always a good picture in a cemetery - well, most of the time.  And as I have been working on my family tree cemeteries have become even more of an obsession as of late.  So, I chose a cemetery I hadn't been to in a long time and tried to hunt down some photos for find-a-grave.  Well, no go.  My boys and I trudged up and down the rows looking for two little graves in the oldest catholic cemetery in Dallas without luck.  I often comment that I'm hunting dead people in my family tree search.  When you do that for yourself and you know how frustrating locating something can be you want to be able to help people do the same in their search.  If trudging through a cemetery can help someone else....who am I to deny myself the pleasure of helping someone else in their search.  It's really kind of pleasing to do something nice for other people.  In fact I wish more people thought of other people on a daily basis.

Now I'm totally thinking of myself after showering (trust me after an hour in the Texas sun in a cemetery it was needed) and dealing with my oldest's heat rash.  Seriously - its a million degrees in Texas, even before lunch.  It feels like hiking on the planet Mercury.  I'm sitting here wondering how I can get away with remaining in my husband's boxer shorts and promotional Dallas Stars t-shirt until bedtime; without coming across as completely anti-social or a boring old hag who has nothing better to do.  Well, I might not have anything better to do, I'm sure I could come up with something, but the heat has reduced my will to do nothing but maybe hold up my Kindle until I'm forced to try and get out of slaving over a hot stove for dinner.

WHO REALLY WANTS A HOT MEAL IN 104 DEGREE WEATHER?

Seriously.  Can't we just have a salad or wine, cheese & fresh bread.  Maybe a frozen margarita & chips and salsa.  Any of that works for me.  Will someone call my husband....

Question of the day

Why is it so incredibly hard to get kids to help around the house?  I have pondered this question over and over and over, all while plotting the demise of the children who ignore my existence while it is clean up time.  They won't go outside to save their lives - but if they can get out of picking up a wet towel they will brave 105 degree Texas heat to avoid the task.

I'd like to blame it on that guy I married my wonderful husband.  Actually he is quite wonderful - unless he is disciplining the children - which is NEVER - or if he's playing video games - because no one must interrupt video games.  NO ONE.  Although, I have less respect for the guys he plays Battlefield with, as last night I discovered they were drinking wine.  I love wine, but any self respecting soldier in the middle of war should not be drinking white-wine spritzers.  Beer, Bourbon or Scotch - that's pretty much the only options for soldiers.

Sorry, I got distracted, back to the lazy children.  How do you make lazy children clean up?

Um, do they still make Calgon? I need it to take me away.

I'm having one of THOSE days.  Actually, I'm having one of those weeks.  Why you ask?  Well how about I just bullet point it for you:

• There was a fire at the house on Saturday
• I am WAY behind on my school work
• I am having to deal with the school district regarding H2's diability
• Emergency Vet Bill - need I say more
• I just had a flat tire
• The pollen count is ridiculously high (4000+)

Those are just the highlights and all this is since Saturday.  

Someone, send me a bottle of wine.

Did you know I like wine?

If you've read my blog at all you know I like wine.  Red wine.  I also like margaritas and vodka and NO, I am not a total lush, but I play one on TV.  HAHAHA!  Guess what?  I have an empty liquor cabinet/wine cellar.  OK, I don't have a wine cellar.  I WISH I had a wine cellar, but I do have a place where I put the bottles.  

Anyway, we never go anywhere for New Year's Eve.  I hate, Hate, HATE crowds and drunk people (unless they are me).  And it never fails that the time I draw designated driver its the worst possible party on the face of the planet with a bunch of drunk people who can't talk or has any form of intelligence what-so-ever.  Its also next to impossible to get a babysitter.

So I'm thinking of killing two birds with one stone, and possibly my sanity at the same time.  A kids sleepover.  Yes, on New Year's eve.    The genius in my plan:  Admission to the New Year's Eve Sleepover at my house - a bottle of your finest ______.  One - parents get to go out with no kids and I get to restock the liquor cabinet/wine closet.

I haven't run it by the husband yet, but I think its a winner.  Dang, I'm inventive.