Music Monday!

I know, I know. I've missed the past two Music Monday posts. Dontcha hate it when life interferes with what we enjoy...what we yearn to spend our time doing?

 I've spent a lot of time soul searching to rid myself of the exorbitant amount of stress constantly weighing me down lately. Maybe that's why I can't keep this song out of my mind. It's a favorite of mine from back in the day...and it's still one of my favorite groups. It reaches a part of me that I seem to keep hidden from the world, but one that needs to be released if I'm ever going to get myself over being Ms. Eager to Please!

Contemptible

This whole writing experiment thing is supposed to be about positives. Well...not today. Tuesday is being quite gruesome to me.

It's 9:30AM. I've already driven 100 miles today. This isn't all bad. The Hubster's old, faithful work car is having a little tantrum, so I had to drive him to my parents' house this morning to pick up on of their vehicles for the day. Usually he would've just taken my SUV to work, and I would've stayed home with no vehicle for a day. No biggie for this gal. Our oldest is home from college, however, and had to work today...smack dab in the middle of The Hubster's shift, so I had to have a vehicle. After snagging some biscuits for breakfast and dropping the hubby off I headed back home to get the boys up and get the oldest delivered to work.

Did I mention that it is raining, none too gently, this morning?

After getting home and cramming biscuits in our face we left for our work drop-off run. Here is where the day went straight to Hades without passing "Go!". We got less than a mile down the road from our home and witnessed an assault. Yep. Two grown men (though acting like this in public makes me loathe to call them men). Screaming at each other, and one of them swinging a baseball bat at the other, hitting his car door and being very threatening. Other grown "men" (again, this is used as loosely as possible) were blocking the road in vehicles, and even standing around watching with their hands in their pockets...AND DOING NOTHING! This is the most despicable display of morality I have seen in quite some time. My 12-year old is terrified. He's asked me to keep the door shut and the alarm set at the house today, just so he can feel safe. A child that young should have NEVER:

1. Had to witness a display of violence between adults who are supposed to know the heck better.
2. Had to witness bystanders ALLOWING the violence, with no one stepping up to the plate to protest or put a stop to it.

Way to let a CHILD know that they aren't safe in their own towns, imbeciles. Way to let a CHILD know that, when they grow up, there is a good chance that when someone gets angry with them that they will be hit with a friggin' BAT. So, since I know that people that live around me read these posts. Since I know that there is a good chance that one or more of them know the people involved in this incident. I'm going to go on the record and say this:

TO THE PEOPLE INVOLVED IN THIS INCIDENT, WHETHER YOU WERE WIELDING A BAT, SCREAMING, BLOCKING TRAFFIC, OR JUST STANDING AROUND WATCHING.

YOU ARE CONTEMPTIBLE. 

SHAME ON YOU. 

GET YOUR HEADS OUT OF YOUR RESPECTIVE REAR ENDS AND LEARN TO NEGOTIATE ANGER WITH WORDS, NOT VIOLENCE.

SET THE EXAMPLES YOU, OBVIOUSLY, MISSED OUT ON AS CHILDREN AND PUT AN END TO THIS TYPE OF IDIOTIC DISPLAY.

REALIZE THAT YOUR CHILDREN, GRANDCHILDREN, ETC., ARE LEARNING BY YOUR EXAMPLE, AND THE ONE YOU ARE SETTING IS REPREHENSIBLE.

Now that I've gotten this off of my chest it's time for me to log off. I have a 12-year old with serious emotional trauma to tend to. Thanks for that, you moronic scumbags.

Insert Catchy Blog Post Title Here...

Because I'm too sleepy to come up with one on my own. The Hubster and I had a great, fun-filled, weekend getaway to Cincinnati. We stayed in a full service hotel, so we didn't have to lift a finger. We just left the SUV with the valets and walked everywhere. We ingested WAYYYYY too much junky ballpark food. The Reds won (GO REDS!!), the weather was perfect, and the stress just kind of melted away.

Soon to be wall color in our guest room!

We're back home, now, and thus the work begins. I'm letting The Hubster sleep in a bit, right now, since we were up until after 1AM with post-trip hyperactivity. As soon as I finish this, however, I've got to get him awake and fed. Today we set the posts to move our outdoor building to a better spot. Right now the silly thing is about 4-feet off the ground, with stairs to get into it. Not optimal for storing lawnmowers and ATVs, huh? Since I'm helping him set the posts I'm enlisting his help this afternoon in doing paint prep in the oldest kiddo's room. (I need to come up with something else to call him now, since he'll be 21 in 7 months - perhaps man-child? - but, I digress.) He's coming home from college Friday, and I'm hoping to have his room painted beforehand. Keep you fingers crossed for me, as I'm attempting to cover a red wall with a sea glass colored paint (if you don't know what color that is, check out the image on this post!).

Oh, and I'm soooo proud of myself. I got everything from the trip unpacked and put up last night! No small feat, I assure you. Here's the way our evening played out, after we got home yesterday:

1. Arrive home at 5PM.
2. Throw the luggage in the house, all while yelling at the youngest kiddo to get his baseball gear on. (Game was at 6PM, but batting practice was due to start at 5:15)
3. Pack a cooler of water, strawberries, and pineapple (and Gatorade for the ball player!) to snack on. 
4. Make a couple of travel mugs of coffee to keep us coherent.
5. Dash out the door, making it to the ball field just in time for warm-ups at 5:45PM (WOOPS! Missed batting practice, but at least he got there, right?).
6. Tell the coach that we'll be back, then run up to my Parentals' house to retrieve our dog and the youngest kiddo's gear from his stay (This included a middle of the road, Chinese Firedrill that was giggle-inducing!).
7. Dash back to the game with the dog, arriving at 6:30PM.
8. We won the game by mercy rule, so we were done at 7:40PM, at which time we had to head to the store to pick up sandwich making goodies for dinner (What? Like I was going to cook after all of this?!).
9. Arrive home just before 9PM. The Hubster got sandwich stuff out and ready, I put groceries up and unpacked, and the kiddo did his chores and took a shower.

See what I mean? Now you know why The Hubster and I were up until 1AM...it took as that long to wind down! Well, it looks like it's time to dash. Got egg whites and crumpets to nom, work clothes to don, cement and paint to buy, a garden to fertilize, posts to set, and paint prep to do. Crikey, I'm tired just thinking about it!