Leopard Lily falls while SeeSawing

Well okay, I admit it, this photo is from last fall. But I tell ya, with all the yellows and reds I’m starting to see amongst the green it won’t be long and this’ll be here. This makes some people kinda cranky because they know. . .

. . .these days aren’t far behind. (side note - the snow was knee deep in areas and when I fell, somehow twisted my legs and could not get up, Dennis took the camera from around my neck and snapped before helping me up)

Thanx to Misti and SwampAngel, I now know that my mystery plant is a Leopard Lily (Ledebouria socialis) and it comes from South Africa. I love how full it is getting but am feeling a little guilty, like maybe I should divide it up.

This little sweetheart has given me my newest nickname, and I have to say it is one of my favorites. In fact, I like my new name SO much that I thought about changing my blog to SeeSaw’s Chaos. SeeSaw describes me in more ways than she could possible understand right now.

My tv and my bed swapped places and now the tv seems so far away, how in the heck can that be?

Tristan and his mom and dad left for vacation a few days ago, they made it to Chicago about 9pm and then a very panicked Britney rang my phone. She was the most hysterical I have ever heard! They were on the I90 toll way when their car died, just died in the one of the middle lanes. Well, it was dark and they had no clue if their lights were working and she was terrified they were going to be rear-ended.

I absolutely understand her fear and my stomach quickly turned to think of them being in that situation and me being four hours away and unable to help. A police officer did come along and help them get out of the way. To keep a long story short, there were lots of phone calls and a trip to an auto store, where it was determined to be the fuel filter that was causing issues and by midnight they were back on the road.

After the long drive to Pennsylvania Tristan wants nothing else to do with the car. I sure hope he can handle it one more time to come back home, I’m missing the little booger!

Yes, smelling the flowers means putting the flower in your eye!  Have you been doing it right?

'Tornado Warning' - Reactions

How did I raise 4 children so different from each other? Maybe they are samples of all my multiple personalities?

Below you will find each of my kids’ normal, every day, reactions to being told that a tornado is on the way. I only had my A-HA moment today (yeah, I’m slow that way) when a tornado did touch down in Wisconsin Rapids, a nearby town. And first I must tell you that I have two fabulous sons, who always call to check on mom during bad weather.

I was raised in tornado alley and am very familiar with them. I have what I would call, a normal fear of them. If told there is a warning I will stay home and keep my ears and eyes open. I do not run to the basement but will be prepared to if the need arises. My hubby is the same way. . . well except that time we chased a hurricane in Texas.

Time 1 pm - Me: There’s a tornado warning and a tornado was spotted on the ground in Wisconsin Rapids so keep your eyes open.

• Britney: Well it doesn’t seem that bad out. It’s just raining a little, no wind. . .Ok, I’m going to the store, talk to ya later.


• Mikal: Yeah I know, Amy and I have been watching the weather channel since midnight and have taken all of our bedding into the bathroom (with the tv and cat), we’ve been in here since 8 am. We think we’re going to just sleep in here tonight. Do you think it would be safe to open the door and walk the 5 feet to the kitchen to quickly grab some food? Of course, we’ll eat it in the bathroom. I’ll call you every hour to make sure you’re ok.


• Gage (who lives in a second floor apartment): Oh ok. Well, I think we’ll just go over to my girlfriend’s mom’s house, she has a basement. Call me when it’s over so I’ll know you’re ok.


• Haden: I’m going outside to see if I can see it. Can we go to Rapids?

Truths may have been exaggerated just a tad, but isn’t it amazing the differences in four children raised by the same mother?

BTW, we’re all fine.

Double BTW (can I do that?, well I guess I can, it’s my blog), the pictures have absolutely nothing to do with this post.