Monthly Archives: March 2006

I had a post all ready, but I’m not posting it tonight


It was a doozie, with lots of controversial stuff [at least in my family] and now, after an hour or more of talking to Steve about it, I still don't know if I want to post it.

I'm tired, so it's gonna have to wait until my brain is functioning again.

I'm so worn out, I'm not even gonna take my Melatonin and Benadryl… unles my brain won't shut off, but it's pretty much gone, so I should be good to go.

Good Night, all. 🙂

My Babies Are Home!


Yay!  They were quite funny on the way home.  Shaya and Matthew were laughing and making silly jokes while Michaela sang.  Then, the two older kids were telling MRF to say various words [Mom, Dad, cow, sun, etc.] and all Michaela would say was “EWW!!”  Which made me giggle.  A lot.

Things finally got completely out of hand, and we had to make them stop yelling.  The two older ones fell asleep, but MRF started crying.  For about twenty minutes straight [which, when a kid is screaming, feels like twenty years]. 

She wanted the water bottle, but she drools in them, so I tried to give her some water in a cup and she wouldn’t have anything to do with it.

We left at 7:30 this morning, but since there were only seven kids for the quiz meet, we got to skip it and go straight down, which was way cool.  Steve got a full-faced helmet for the motorcycle for $40 [yay!  those things are expensive!]  It had a [non-vital] piece that was broken, so we got it for less than half the sale price.  I hate paying retail, so this deal made my little heart sing with joy.

So we got to visit with some friends before we went to the farm, and we still made it down there fairly early.  We just got home a few minutes ago.  We keep Sydney in a kennel when we go places [prevents messes] so she was in her box from seven this morning until nine tonight. 

She was pissed when we let her out.  Poor baby.  I felt bad, but mom’s dog just got spayed and she was sick yesterday, so we couldn’t really take her with us.  So she’s running around, greeting everybody and mauling her toys.  She goes outside to run around, then scratches on the door to be let back in.  Rinse, repeat indefinitely.

We may have to kill her before the night’s over.  [FYI, that was sarcasm, we don’t actually kill our pets, or even beat them.  And I’d be pretty pissed if I was locked in a box all day, too.  However, she is being very annoying, hence the threat to her life.] 

So anyway, tomorrow is church, and I’m acting children’s director, which means I have to be there, which means I need to go to bed so I can wake up in the morning.

My babies are home, and it is a Good Thing. 😀

The Day After… a day of rest for Shelbi


We have a quiz meet tomorrow, the last one of the year, which is a good thing. I’m a little tired of quizzing. I hope I get my enthusiasm back before we start up again in a few months!

Sunday, I’ll be ‘acting children’s director’ at church. The regular ones are going on vacation, and I agreed to be a sub for them. This is kinda one of those situations where you say yes mostly because it’s a friend asking, not necessarily because you want to.

I love kids, but I lack the patience to deal with them a lot. I deal with my own kids, and manage not to traumatize them, but I gave birth to them, and that makes it a little different, you know?

I can tell my own kids to leave me alone for a while and they know I still love them, but with other people’s kids, I get frustrated because when they have a crappy attitude, and I just want to smack ’em, and you can’t really smack other people’s kids [no, I don’t really smack my own, either. I used to, but my views on spanking are different now, so I don’t. Grounding works better anyway.]

So anyway, we have to get up before God in the morning, which sucks, but I did get to sleep late today [until after 11 a.m.!!!! Yay! Sleeping is my favorite thing, and I’ve been lacking sufficient this week.

After the quiz meet, we’re going to pick up the kids. Another yay. I talked to mom today, and she said they were really good [thank God!] Michaela kept Grandma entertained, so it was actually a good thing that they went down. I feel a lot better about the whole thing now.

Glory be, people! I actuall miss them! It takes six days, can you believe it? That’s just wrong, and I know it, but I’m with them always and forever, and getting away [or having them be away] is a much needed relief.

All in all, I’d say it was a good week, but I’m glad it’s over. I’m not as young as I used to be 😉 and big changes in my routine are hard to handle. The driving thing was pretty awful. Yesterday morning, I missed my turn and had to turn around and get back on the highway. Thank God it was at a place where I could turn around!

Wednesday, I missed a red light [as in, the light was red and I didn’t see it until I was in the middle of the intersection and had nearly missed a pedestrian… egad!] Down town Kansas City is all one-way streets. WTF is that about?!

Have I mentioned that I hate KC? Not the people, just the size of the place. It’s too big and it gives me the willies, big time. I grew up on a farm, for crying out loud! My entire school [K-12 mind you] consisted of 400 kids. Steve’s graduating class had that many kids! It’s a miracle I can function in this town [around 70,000] If we lived in KC, I’d never leave the house.

I don’t leave the house much anyway, but that’s neither here nor there.

Wednesday, when the lawyers ended their cases, I was pretty pissed off at our judicial system. I had the distinct impression that there was a lot more information than what they gave us, and I wasn’t sure the gov’t had given us enough evidence to convict him ‘beyond a reasonable doubt.’

When we began deliberations, we took a vote, and it was 8 guilty, 4 not-guilty. I said not-guilty at first because I wasn’t completely convinced, and also because I tend to give people the benefit of the doubt. Also, I was pretty sure he did it, I just wasn’t sure the gov’t had proven it.

I still wonder if he fully understood all the ins and outs of the transaction he was trying [and failing] to make. I didn’t know they could do this, but our job was to convict the man on whether he intended to file a false tax return, not whether or not he broke the law.

Isn’t that weird? I’ve been talking about how you can’t really judge somebody’s motive for months now, and that’s just what I did during the trial. It’s also why I hesitated to convict him at first.

He may not have fully understood what was going on, but they did prove that he was more than likely aware that the return he signed was false. Actually, he had lawyers telling him that the transaction wasn’t going to work and end up being tax deferred, and that’s what convicted him. Before he ever got audited, he knew it wouldn’t be tax deferred, and after the audit started, he still signed a personal return that was false.

I dunno what he was thinking, but then, I’m the world’s worst liar [by choice… I never wanted to develop the skill because I knew it would be too tempting to lie at some point. I figured it was better to tell the truth and face the consequences than to lie and risk getting caught.]

I also hate being lied to, and since I try to treat others the way I want to be treated… well, you get the picture.

It’s 10:35 now, and I need to get some sleep so I can be ready for the children and traveling in the morning, so g’night friends.

Jury Duty, Day 4, The Verdict


Guilty. It was unanimous, although it took us two hours to agree on the verdict. It was really weird, but the government proved beyond a reasonable doubt that he knew he was lying when he filed his tax return [didn’t report 1.7 million dollars worth of income from a capital gain… he tried to say it was deferred, but it wasn’t, and he was advised by lawyers that it wouldn’t be, but he filed it without the capital gain anyway. Eesh. Don’t cheat on your taxes, folks, it’s not worth it!]

I’m allowed to talk about it now, so me revealing all that crap is legal, just in case you wondered.

Tonight was accountability group, and when I got home, Stevie was singing Mark Schultz’s Holy One. Such a beautiful song! And he hit the top notes, which is pretty amazing since Steve’s voice is considerably lower than Mark’s.

So anyway, have I gushed about how wonderful my husband’s voice is yet? I admit I’m biased, but I also hear pitch pretty well, and I can tell if somebody misses a note, and Steve rarely does [and if he does miss a note, it’s one that’s really high and prolonged, you know?]

The only other person I know personally who does that is my friend Lindsay, and when she and Steve sing together, it’s simply miraculous. And I ain’t a kiddin’ ya neither!

It’s kinda funny that he’s a ‘singing trooper’ but he sang long before he trooped. In fact, his secret dream [or not so secret.. especially now that I’m going to blab it all over the internet] has always been to become a professional singer.

He has the voice for it, but his stage presence isn’t the best [you’re not supposed to have any when you sing in church, didn’t you know? So he never figured out how to do anything but stand when he’s on stage]. Anyway, my honey sings real pretty. Maybe I’ll figure out how to post a sound bite [or is that byte?] someday and I can prove I’m not just makin’ shit up.

MwaHAHAAAAHAAHA!! I’ve had my sleep meds, and I’m loopy, so forgive any typos and rambling [I mean rambling of an unusual nature, not the regular rambles :-D]

Jury Duty, Day 3


We hear closing arguments tomorrow.  Then we deliberate, give them the verdict, and go home.  What an interesting experience, in a lot of ways.

I learned that even if I didn’t have three kids and no degree I more than likely could not work outside my home.  I hurt like hell, am exhausted, and generally feel like I need a week to recover from this.  Our hours have been easy [six hours with an hour for lunch], but I do have to drive for an hour and fifteen minutes each way, so that kicks it up to eight and a half hours [I think… is my math okay?].

Still, that’s typical shift length, and I think if I had to work it all the time, I wouldn’t be able to function outside of going to and from work.  That’s a little depressing.

Tomorrow, I’ll tell you what I really think of jury duty and our judicial system [or maybe Friday].  Steve and I watched V for Vendetta yesterday, and I can feel a blog entry coming on about it, but it’s not quite here yet.

Another entry is my take on Outfoxed: Rupert Murdoch’s War on Journalism.  I’d post a link, but my link poster appears to be broken.  You can Google it pretty easily, or just wait until I get around to posting my review 😮

Let’s see, what else?  I’m a little down in my mood right now, and I think it has to do with my fatigue level, but I’ve been thinking about Bushco, the war, and his statement that he won’t be the one pulling the troops out of Iraq.

I wanted to cry when I read that, because it seems like he doesn’t care at all about what’s right, only what he thinks we should do.  I wonder if maybe he’s legitimately off in the head with some kind of psychotic disorder thing going on?

His behavior in Iraq reminds me of a playground bully who refuses to listen to anybody and screams, “You’re not the boss of meeeee!!!!” From the top of the monkey bars or jungle gym, and pushes anyone off who gets close.

The man is truly frightening.  Um, well actually, the power he wields is frightening.  I only hope the American public wakes up to the truth and begins to show the president that we are his boss, and we don’t accept that kind of behavior on the playground.

More later, dear friends.

Oh, Doug’s cocktail works beautifully.  After I finally got Steve to let me go to sleep [he likes to play this stupid beepy game on his new phone, and it keeps me up… y’all thought I was talkin’ frisky stuff, din’t ya? 😛 ]

I fell asleep within probably fifteen to twenty minutes.  It could be the exhaustion from jury duty helped, but my brain didn’t run in circles for hours, so that was gooooood!

Okay, I’m really done now.

Jury Duty, Day 2


Well, it wasn’t quite as boring as yesterday, but I’m completely wiped out again. I think it’s a combination of stress from driving in the city, stress from trying to understand what the freaking lawyers are talking about, the fact that it’s 20 below inside the courtroom so I spend the whole day feeling cold [which aggravates my FMS pain].

Then there’s the driving for two hours, sitting for six hours listening to testimony. Well, it’s all pretty exhausting. So I’m tired.

I swiped Doug’s nighttime cocktail for sleep meds [OTC benadryl and melatonin]. He said it makes him fall asleep in about half an hour, so I have about 20 minutes. I suppose my insomnia isn’t as bad as it used to be. Kids kinda cured me of a lot of it, but it still takes me at least an hour, and usually 1 1/2 to 2 or 3, depending.

But, I can usually make up for it in the morning, because my kids have figured out how to do their own breakfast and they also know that if they let me sleep, they can play video games.

Yeah, that probably makes me a terrible mom, but I’d be worse if I didn’t get that extra hour or so of sleep. So, I’m coherent tonight, but just barely.

I haven’t read any blogs this week so far, so if you have big news, I’m not likely to know it until the trial is over [or if you e-mail me or comment here].

I hope you are all doing well. I am, in spite of being worn out. Jury duty is interesting sometimes, so it’s not all bad, and my fellow jurors are a nice bunch of people.

With that, I’ll say, “Good Night.”