Do you believe in the Easter Bunny?

Mom went in for a procedure today on her heart. It absolutely killed me, because I couldn't make it up to be there, and I've been a nervous wreck all day. Thankfully, the procedure worked so well that Mom is doing amazing tonight, and there is much relief and much rejoicing. 


But today has been rough on me. Heck, the last several weeks have been rough, but the last 2 days has been particularly difficult. Unfortunately, my regular anxiety medicine hasn't been enough to deal with all that is going on internally, and I've had to resort to taking Xanax from time to time. I could probably take a whole one and just be done with the anxiety for awhile, but they tend to knock me out pretty well, so I only take a half. I need to be completely aware of all that is going on with Hopper and Scooter, and if a half a tablet takes a bit of the edge off but keeps me awake and aware, I'll stick with that. 


Anyway, I was texting back and forth with Bugster about how Mom was doing when I decided to check out the microphone function on the text messaging. I said, " I really like this. Right now I am writing a text by talking it." into the phone. It came out like this, "I really like this but right now I am writing a text by talking with it." I figured it was pretty close, so I left it alone.


Bugster asked me, if I was playing with it, because I was lonely. I said, "No. I'm just waiting for the Xanax to kick in."


The phone, in all it's infinite wisdom came up with, "No. I'm just waiting for the Xanax chicken."


I'm thinking that the Xanax Chicken must be related to the Easter Bunny on some level. 


I believe!

Serves me right.

I was on the receiving end of some poetic justice tonight, and I deserved it. 

The girls have always liked to be scared or startled. Just a little jumping out from behind a door now and then. It's not something that happens often, but they enjoy it and find it especially hilarious, if they sneak up on me and scare me. We always laugh about it, and it's been one of the fun things we've done since they're little. 

The girls usually startle me by sneaking up on me, and I turn around and there they are. Scooter usually gets to giggling til she can't catch her breath, and she thrives on it. I think she feels really special that she can scare me in spite of not being able to talk. And when Hopper happens to make me jump, she throws her head back, slaps her knee, and laughs loud enough the neighbors can hear her through closed windows and doors. She does the same when she gets got. 


Because Scooter is non-verbal and doesn't move as fast, it's really hard for her to get over on Hopper. So tonight, I helped her. We hid behind her bedroom door and left the door open, because we knew Hopper would be coming down the hall to say goodnight in a minute. As we were waiting in the dark for Hopper to come in, Scooter was quivering with excitement. We heard Hopper coming down the hallway, and I whispered to Scooter that we needed to jump out and say, "Boo!" I could tell she was giggling. She was having so much fun!


Coming down the hall, Hopper knew something was up. She kept saying, "G'nite!" She was waiting to hear me say it back, so she would know where I was based on the sound of my voice. I didn't say a word. I could feel Scooter's shoulders jumping, while she was laughing, and I couldn't wipe the grin off my face. 


As Hopper came into the room, she said, "Boo!" So Scooter and I jumped out, and I yelled, "Boo!" right back at Hopper. Everyone was laughing, and we were having a lot of fun. So I decided to keep it going after I had tucked Scooter into bed.


I decided to hide in Hopper's room with the lights off and jump out to scare her. 


The joke was on me. 


I'd totally forgotten about a bedside table we got for her bedroom a couple weeks ago being in there. I'm going to be painting it, but it will be by her bed for her to use in the interim. We just haven't put it in place, because we need to fix a portion of her bed. She broke off part of one of the legs earlier in the week, so she's sleeping on the trundle bed until we get the leg put back together tomorrow. 


As I snuck into her bedroom in the dark, in bare feet, I jammed my foot into the leg of the bedside table. Funny thing is that Hopper didn't even know I had gone in there. It took her another couple minutes before she came into the room. By then, I was doing my best to keep from putting my weight on my foot and was laughing at myself while cussing a bit under my breath. I told her what happened, and we both laughed.


It serves me right. We had a lot of fun, but I'm sure Hopper felt I deserved it for trying to scare her. 


I can't say that I or my tender toes blame her.

All my troubles seemed so far away...

So I worked on sorting paperwork today. Remember the big mound of boxes in our study that I posted a picture of here? Well, I needed to get started on it. 

I feel pretty good about what I got done so far, but I need to stop for the night. My back is hurting still from the other day, so I'm going to call it a night soon. 

In the meantime, I was able to get 3 boxes sorted. Most of it went in the trash or the shreadables. The rest is set aside for scanning a little bit later. Hubster got me a portable document scanner for my birthday, and I just got it set up in the last few days. I am loving it! But I do have a lot to scan, so I think for right now I'm going to just keep a crate with stuff in it I need to scan. I'll get to it eventually, and this will give me a chance to get through the other boxes more quickly. I really need to get through them, too. I'm looking for birth certificates and social security cards. You know. Things that shouldn't be lost in mountains of paperwork.

But I have to admit that I laughed out loud at something I came across today. It was a hand over hand handwriting exercise done at school to help Hopper practice her printing.Now that I've scanned it, I'll throw it out, but it just made the sorting so worth it....

Mark played with the yarn in the yard yesturday.

I may just live forever.

While finishing sorting through a box of paperwork today, I came across a couple of things that made me laugh...

The first is a plastic placard that can hang on a mirror or a window with a suction cup that still has the price tag on the back, in spite of the fact the suction cup is missing. It's got a cartoon from Cathy Guisewite's, "Cathy", comic strip on it. Cathy is on the phone with her mother. She's wearing her robe and red slippers standing next to her bed, which is heaped with clothes and hangers. The mother asks, "Are your clothes laid out, Sweetie?" to which Cathy, rolling her eyes, replies, "My clothes are laid out, Mother." 


I obviously found it funny and could identify with it when I bought it in the first place, and I find it funny but somewhat unsettling now. I think I may have been trying to tell myself something when I bought it, but I wasn't able to hear what that was. But it's still funny, because I see myself, Bugster, Hopper and Scooter all in it. However, I don't find it funny enough to keep. It will go in the donation box, unless someone wants me to send it to them. Email me, if you want it.
 
The second thing I found was a photocopy of a Calvin & Hobbes cartoon. Calvin is scowling with his shoulders hunched over, and the caption under him says, "God put me on earth to accomplish a certain number of things. Right now I am so far behind I will never die."


Looks like I've got a long life ahead of me.

Everything in moderation. Even moderation.

Isn't that hysterical? That was my fortune in my fortune cookie last weekend when we celebrated Bugster's 24th birthday. I just love it. It's so fitting considering the struggles I've had moderating my own moderation over the years. 


I can't believe our first little baby is 24 already. Wow. How can that possibly be when I remember having her as plain as, if it were yesterday? I have so loved being her mother all these years. Every single bit of it has been worth it, and I'd do it again in a heartbeat. I am so very proud of our daughter. Bugster is an amazing person.


Speaking of amazing people...Mom is a machine. She's like the Energizer Bunny. She just keeps going and going and going and... I am so grateful for all the help she's given me. I've been trying to talk her into staying even longer, but I don't know how successful I've been. I guess we'll know by Monday, since she's supposed to go home on Sunday. 


Mom has spent the last few days working in the study. There's still a lot to do, but she's made it so much easier for me to get things finished up in there when the time comes. She dusted and stacked and sorted and tossed, and I appreciate it more than words can say. It's a workable project now, and I will get it done as soon as possible. I still need to get the taxes done, so I'll do them first, but I'll definitely make it a priority and get it done.

Right now, I need to get busy. I've got place to go. Doctors to see. Things to accomplish. In other words, I'm busy. I just need to remember not to be too busy. Then again, I need to remind myself to be busy enough.


Everything in moderation. 


Right?

Yep. Come here for the latest fashion news. Uh huh. Oh yeah.

So. The other day I got an interesting email. This email to be exact:

Hi there blogger!

Just visited your "Confessions of a Closet Hoarder" blog and I was super impressed by its design and content. We just opened up our site ******** for beta testing. It's a place for people to have discussions, share tips, and ask questions about fashion. Currently, memberships are by invitation only and I would love to have you on it! Use this invitation link to sign up if you're interested: (Link removed, because I'm not giving them any free advertising).

And we would love to hear your feedback.

Ciao!

When I got the email, I read it on my cellphone, because I hadn't been on the computer yet. In fact, I just remembered to look at it again in my inbox, because I haven't even checked my email in days except on the phone. So anyway. I read it on my cell phone, and I was slightly flattered that I'd been invited to join this site as a blogger. Then I read it again.

And I have to say I burst out laughing. The first thought that went through my mind was, "Yeah. Because what says FASHION more than hoarding?" Seriously. What is up with these people?

I don't think anyone from this outfit visited my blog at all. I think they probably found my blog name from a different source and decided to spam my inbox with an 'invite'. I didn't click on the link. I looked them up on swagbucks instead. I wasn't really impressed, but it's because I honestly have a bit more going on in my life than wondering about fashion right now.

That probably doesn't sound all that nice. I have no problem with people being interested in fashion. I don't. But it just isn't the be all end all in my life. Shoot. I haven't worn makeup in over 20 years. I'm sure it's been at least that long if not longer since I've looked fashionable, too. And you know? I'm okay with that. Really.

Anyone who has read my blog knows that this is the first time fashion has even been mentioned. It's also probably the last. At least as far as I'm concerned. I may comment from time to time about Scooter's or Hopper's fashions, but definitely not my own.

Who knows? Maybe they got the idea I was into fashion, because I mention doing laundry a lot.

Yeah! That's the ticket!