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TORNADO!

And into the closet we go.  It’s funny how nonchalant you learn to be when you hear the city’s tornado sirens going off when you’ve lived in Texas long enough.  It’s also funny how you seriously consider risking tornadic annihilation when you’re trapped in a closet with two dogs whose reaction to fear involves copious farting.  I really can’t tell you how much I regretted letting the dogs have cheese as a treat earlier that day. 

Anyway, we all survived.  Actually, after the sirens stopped and everything calmed down, Emma fell asleep in our bed, and that’s when the REAL storm hit.  I couldn’t bring myself to wake her up to get her into the closet, since…ya know…she wasn’t scared when she was sleeping!  My plan was to let her sleep through it until the sirens started going off, and they never did, so…hooray!  The dogs live to fart another day.

Daisies Walking For Cystic Fibrosis


These are the 3 Daisies that showed up to walk for our Daisy Scout, Lilly, who has Cystic Fibrosis.  The one in the center is actually Lilly, so I think it was pretty expected that she show up.  Emma, who seems to be gathering pre-walk strength by consuming popcorn, is the leader’s daughter, so I think it was also pretty expected that she’d be there.  The third girl, Jada, is also in the Daisy troop.  Jada’s mom, Haley, hates my guts and thinks I’m a sucky leader.  Haley is actually friends with Lilly’s mom…so that’s why they attended…NOT because “I” asked them to.   Haley is pretty much a wretched snotty bitch, and because this is MY blog, I will also say that Jada is a spoiled annoying bratface.   So, basically, our of 13 Daisy scouts, 2 showed up to the CF walk to show support for Lilly, who’s life expectancy, by the way, is about 25 if she’s lucky.  Stay classy, Daisy Scout Moms!  Bitches.

Quitters Always Win

I’ve officially given notice that I will no longer stand as the Leader of Daisy Troop #7319 next year.  I feel better and better about that for each day that goes by where I have to juggle a 777 Wing Center Section Spanwise Beam Proposal Plan with the fervent search for child-sized bucket hats to pin swaps to for the Daisy Bridging Ceremony this Saturday.

Emma’s tonsillectomy was moved to June 10th….the wait for it to be over continues….

Starting to finalize some summer plans for canning, knitting, putting down some laminate flooring, and some long-awaited revenge.  Oh, you didn’t think I forgot, did you?

Wanted: Time and Energy

I am so completely and utterly exhausted!  Between traveling last week, Girl Scout events, (seriously, I’m SO quitting), trying to keep up with the Boo Bear and the House, and a nightmare system-conversion at work, I’ve taken to falling face-down on the couch at 7:30, only to be woken up because my husband can’t take the snoring during TV anymore at 9:30, and heading off to bed. 

I started knitting an adorable Koala bear during my flight to Philly last week, but found that the copious amounts of Xanax necessary for me to fly comfortably are not condusive anything related to knitting, so back in the suitcase it went.  I’m hoping to get back to it this week, but it’s 1:46pm and I’m already about to fall on my face, so…we’ll see!

Notable peripheral things going on right now:

My wonderful, inspirational friend Jen Ragan Smith is going to have a baby ANY MINUTE, and I’m very excited!   She is also a hippie and using a midwife which terrifies me.  I would go off on all of the jokes about her giving birth in the woods in some sort of new-age prayer circle, but she is my website administrator so I can’t really rip on her.  Much.  😛  Good Luck my friend~!

This weekend is the Wildflower Festival, which is always a blast and chock-full of musical acts so past their prime that even the Wildflowers are embarassed for them.  I, however, am thrilled to take Emma to see Jerry Lee Lewis and the Bee Gees Tribute Band, with either some Little River Band or REO Speedwagon thrown in.  I know.  It’s so bad, it’s great.  This year I’m a Wildflower volunteer, and talked my way into an extra couple of tickets, so I’m psyched.  $80 worth of tickets and a free t-shirt for 4 hours of work?  Yes please.   I’m also wondering if I’ve got what it takes to march into restricted areas, and when stopped, point to the shirt.  “Hello?  Volunteer.  Mr. Lee Lewis asked me for this water now get the F out of my way.  And straighten that shirt!”

T-Minus 10 days til Emma’s tonsillectomy.  She gets the pre-op bloodwork this Thursday.  That’s going to go well.  Oy.  It sucks we have to get this done smack in the middle of all of the End-Of-Year Kindergarten festivities…(There.  Are.  A lot).  Thanks, stupid work insurance changing. 

That’s it for now…off on the search for energy!!