Today was the first time in 4 years of parenting that the words "Wow, what a morning you've had" actually came out of my husband's mouth. I seriously think he believes the grass is greener on this side of the stay at home fence and I do nothing all day but watch Oprah and eat bon bons. Whatever.
After a night of no sleep due to 3 kids coughing all night long (I told John to sleep on the couch and he did) by 6 a.m. I had taken about all a person can humanly take. Jack didn't want to go to school, but if I am home all day with him one of us begins to lose hair due to violent, frustrated tugs, and it isn't him.
I got the kids dressed, fed, brushed hair and teeth, bundled, and loaded into the car and was at the 8 a.m. walk in sick clinic by 8:10. We wound up with Nate being okay for now, Maddie with an ear infection, and Jack with an upper respiratory infection and wheezing. He was fine to go to school however. All 3 kids are on drugs because I need Maddie to be well enough Thursday to be cleared in her presurgical physical since her Frenulectomy is next Wednesday. We left the doctors office by 9:30, I took Jack to school, Ran to Osco to fill the scripts, left there around 10:50, ran home for more coffee, and was back at school to pick Jack up by 11:30. Back home for lunches, stories and naps, and thanks to being in the car all a.m., Nate slept on our way to school so he's all up now. He is going to be a beast tonight.
Oh! And tonight is Karate night. So, I have to get all 3 back in the car, take Jack to Karate, bring them home, feed them dinner and do baths, story time, etc. Since John will be late again.
At this point, John's regular time home is around 8 so I'm not sure why we call it "Being Late" anymore. Being late is coming home around 10:30- which is when he strolled in last Thursday. I feel like a single parent with the benefit of a tax break of having a spouse. It totally sucks.
My mood today: Slightly tired. Slightly pissy. Can you tell?
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
It's that time of year again....
Last Saturday on my way to work I got very excited when I realized that 93.9 "The Lite" had begun playing all Christmas Music, all the time. I drove in my heat defective car (as in there wasn't any) and drank my hot coffee and got all cozy with Bing.
Those who know me well are quite aware of my obsession with Christmas. I love EVERYTHING about Christmas. The movies-Does ANYTHING beat George Bailey?, The Music-Bing Crosby, Burl Ives, etc, The sights, the lights, the smells--Mmmmm a fresh pine in my living room and drinking spiced mulled wine, The fires in fireplaces, The drowsiness after the meal, the baking of the cookies with my grandmother, the desire to create happy memories for my kids to always remember,and really, people are just a tad bit NICER that time of year.
Some argue that Christmas is too commercialized. I disagree. Every holiday is commercialized, and really, it's only commercialized if you make it so. (By the way, I even love the Christmas ads and commercials and tree killing catalogues I get in my mailbox. I love going to the mall not for shopping,but to see the decorations, see people shopping and drinking Caribou Coffee and meeting the all American Icon the Mall Santa).
Nothing beats the feeling in the air at Christmas. You know you will get together with your family. You know you're going to hunker down while it snows outside and watch old Rudolph and Frosty specials with the kids. People actually act like they care about one another, and maybe, for a brief time, they actually do.
I'm not sure if I even totally believe the religious aspect of the Holiday. That's just something I continually struggle with. But I do believe that a couple thousand years ago, someone was born who walked the earth and taught us how to just love one another, and do it the best we can. And isn't THAT the true meaning of Christmas? How can you like any other holiday more, when this one asks for peace, love, and general kindness?
So, bring it on. Bring on the holidays. Bring on the Holiday Spirit and all that it entails. I'll be listening on Comcast to Christmas music and it will be on in the car from now until December 26th, and I will get melancholy as I do every year when it's all over, because I know people will be back to being their Grinchy selfish selves. Until the next year, November 1, when good ol Delilah starts playing Christmas music.
Ahhhh, oh the season has just begun. Thank Goodness. Merry Merry Merry!!!
Halloween
Okay, so I totally lost Nathan while it was my turn to have the kids out trick or treating on Halloween. To be fair though, he wandered away from ME, it's not like I neglected to remember his existence.
Here's the scoop. The kids were getting tired. We did the last loop around our neighborhood until after dinner and we were directly behind our backyard and across the street. There were 5 dudes drinking beer next to a bonfire (yes, in the front yard, I swear some of our neighbors are the biggest hillbillies), with the candy bucket next to the fire. Boys went up, grabbed candy, went to the end of the driveway to talk to other trick or treaters. Maddie, however, decided to sit in the middle of the driveway, where one of the drunkards put the entire bucket in front of her so she could choose what she wanted. As I turned my back on the boys to pick her up and take her home (how long does that take--3, maybe 4 seconds?) Nate must've made his great escape. I panicked when I realized he was gone.
Very quickly, I ran thru the yards and took Jack and Mads home where John of course had been hearing my screaming "NNNNNNNAAAAAAATTTTTTTEEEEE!" and was quite livid with me. I booked back out and ran south, asking others if they'd seen "Peter Pan" (even though the drunks all thought he was Robin Hood), and some other mommy's joined in my frenzy. "How old is he?" One asked. "TWO!" I yelled back, and she went "Oh Jesus...NATE!". Thank God I'm somewhat in shape and was able to run quickly. But running South didn't work.
I kept thinking in the back of my head, "No cars went by, that's good. But that's not to say he didn't go into someone's house and get kidnapped that way!"
Fortunately, this story has a good ending, but I really could've killed the kid. He was about 4 houses North of the bonfire house...stealing candy from another kids bucket. It wasn't even good candy, it was crappy now and laters or something like that.
It just proves that even the most vigilant, observant, caring, loving parents want to kill their children when they pull a stunt like that. Even more importantly it can happen to anybody, and that's what was scary.
Here's the scoop. The kids were getting tired. We did the last loop around our neighborhood until after dinner and we were directly behind our backyard and across the street. There were 5 dudes drinking beer next to a bonfire (yes, in the front yard, I swear some of our neighbors are the biggest hillbillies), with the candy bucket next to the fire. Boys went up, grabbed candy, went to the end of the driveway to talk to other trick or treaters. Maddie, however, decided to sit in the middle of the driveway, where one of the drunkards put the entire bucket in front of her so she could choose what she wanted. As I turned my back on the boys to pick her up and take her home (how long does that take--3, maybe 4 seconds?) Nate must've made his great escape. I panicked when I realized he was gone.
Very quickly, I ran thru the yards and took Jack and Mads home where John of course had been hearing my screaming "NNNNNNNAAAAAAATTTTTTTEEEEE!" and was quite livid with me. I booked back out and ran south, asking others if they'd seen "Peter Pan" (even though the drunks all thought he was Robin Hood), and some other mommy's joined in my frenzy. "How old is he?" One asked. "TWO!" I yelled back, and she went "Oh Jesus...NATE!". Thank God I'm somewhat in shape and was able to run quickly. But running South didn't work.
I kept thinking in the back of my head, "No cars went by, that's good. But that's not to say he didn't go into someone's house and get kidnapped that way!"
Fortunately, this story has a good ending, but I really could've killed the kid. He was about 4 houses North of the bonfire house...stealing candy from another kids bucket. It wasn't even good candy, it was crappy now and laters or something like that.
It just proves that even the most vigilant, observant, caring, loving parents want to kill their children when they pull a stunt like that. Even more importantly it can happen to anybody, and that's what was scary.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Halloween Preview
Sunday the kids went to a Halloween party where John's mom works. They had such a great time!
Here's Tinkerbell. The blond haired blue eyed fairy. Tink is my favorite "Princess" and it suits Maddie VERY well. Tink doesn't put up with anyone's monkey business. She gets jealous and has to suffer the consequences. Best of all, when she gets captured by Hook, she doesn't need any knight in shining armour to rescue her. She gets her own self out of the glass jar AND saves the day by saving Peter Pan's life and warning him of impending doom.
She's a strong willed little spitfire, and yes, I'm still referring to the cartoon character....(barely)
Ah, there he is, Tinkerbell's best friend, in the book and in real life. He really thought he was a pirate especially with that sword. He thought he could fight Jack, and instigated aplenty.
Aaargh! Jack was fierce and in character from the second he put the costume on, to the second he took it off.
This one may be our Christmas card, unless I can get one of them all by the tree that looks as good.
Just thought this one was cute. She hates the damn crown, but oh well. She's wearing it. All night tomorrow. ALL NIGHT!!
Here's Tinkerbell. The blond haired blue eyed fairy. Tink is my favorite "Princess" and it suits Maddie VERY well. Tink doesn't put up with anyone's monkey business. She gets jealous and has to suffer the consequences. Best of all, when she gets captured by Hook, she doesn't need any knight in shining armour to rescue her. She gets her own self out of the glass jar AND saves the day by saving Peter Pan's life and warning him of impending doom.
She's a strong willed little spitfire, and yes, I'm still referring to the cartoon character....(barely)
Ah, there he is, Tinkerbell's best friend, in the book and in real life. He really thought he was a pirate especially with that sword. He thought he could fight Jack, and instigated aplenty.
Aaargh! Jack was fierce and in character from the second he put the costume on, to the second he took it off.
This one may be our Christmas card, unless I can get one of them all by the tree that looks as good.
Just thought this one was cute. She hates the damn crown, but oh well. She's wearing it. All night tomorrow. ALL NIGHT!!
Carving Time!!
Last Friday, amid pizza/movie night (a Friday tradition until the kids are old enough to all do board games, when it will turn into Friday night game/pizza/movie night), we carved pumpkins. My parental units went to Wisconsin on their annual meandering no agenda trip and got a truck load of pumpkins for the kids to pick out to carve. Jack of course, chose the huge pumpkin that you're not supposed to carve and was bound and determined to carve this 8 kajillion pound monster.
He did it semi-nude. Check out those spidey undies. It doesn't get more manly than carving in your manly underwear!!
Maddie enjoyed the carving too. Or maybe she just enjoyed having her photo taken. That's a John face if ever I saw one!
Nate wanted to carve all on his own. He needed just a bit of help.
Check out the pumpkin size ratio to Jack. The thing was ginormous.
This is the guts from inside the big pumpkin. As John said, apparently photsynthesis means nothing when you're a huge pumpkin. The seeds had already started sprouting. It was kind of a fun experiment comparing this to the mini-guts that came out of Nate and Maddie's pie sized pumpkins.
The sprouting seeds in the 'gut bowl'.
Nate looks thrilled, doesn't he? We are constantly wondering why he's our "dirty kid". And yes, I could have photoshopped the plumbers crack out, but why? What a memory!
It's a family affair!
He did it semi-nude. Check out those spidey undies. It doesn't get more manly than carving in your manly underwear!!
Maddie enjoyed the carving too. Or maybe she just enjoyed having her photo taken. That's a John face if ever I saw one!
Nate wanted to carve all on his own. He needed just a bit of help.
Check out the pumpkin size ratio to Jack. The thing was ginormous.
This is the guts from inside the big pumpkin. As John said, apparently photsynthesis means nothing when you're a huge pumpkin. The seeds had already started sprouting. It was kind of a fun experiment comparing this to the mini-guts that came out of Nate and Maddie's pie sized pumpkins.
The sprouting seeds in the 'gut bowl'.
Nate looks thrilled, doesn't he? We are constantly wondering why he's our "dirty kid". And yes, I could have photoshopped the plumbers crack out, but why? What a memory!
It's a family affair!
Ta Ta's? Or Ta BLAHS???
I'm sooo sick of the girls. You all know what I mean. In anycase, I'm trying to find a cute dress for a wedding in a couple weeks, and it's not working. I can fit into a size 8 dress until I try to ZIP the freaking thing. Then I look like a sausage in some black satin. It's not pretty. A size 10 is too big thru the waist. But at least the twins aren't squooshed. I don't feel like spending 80 bucks on a dress and then having to have it tailored. I'm lazy and cheap that way.
My solution is I found a size 8 dress online that I LOVE (tried it on in the store and it was $30 more expensive), so I bought it anyway. So what if I have a lot of cleavage. Once you've breastfed 3 kids for 4 years straight you just lose interest in the ta-ta's. Ahhhh....how birthing and feeding children has once again screwed with the system.....
My solution is I found a size 8 dress online that I LOVE (tried it on in the store and it was $30 more expensive), so I bought it anyway. So what if I have a lot of cleavage. Once you've breastfed 3 kids for 4 years straight you just lose interest in the ta-ta's. Ahhhh....how birthing and feeding children has once again screwed with the system.....
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
More Surgery
Princess here is scheduled for a Front Frenulectomy in November. According to the ENT it is a "2 second procedure" where they will lazer/cauterize her front frenulum, or the thick piece of skin holding her upper lip to her gum.
Hers is so huge, it literally is between her front teeth and is making a huge gap. Later on, it will cause orthodontia issues, and possibly speech problems so since we've already met our insurance deductible for the year, we may as well do it.
The procedure sounds simple. A little gas, a little cauterizing lazer, and we go home. I'm actually okay with this, and very comfortable. In another "it's a small world" moment, her ENT doing the surgery happens to be the husband of the Doc who did her eye surgery in July.
She is in good hands.
OMAHA!
We are back from our 5 day journey into America's heartland. It was a 9 hour drive, give or take a few minutes, and it was all wonderful! I've been getting a lot of flak about taking 3 kids on a 9 hour car ride by myself, but it was really no biggie. In fact, I actually really enjoyed it, because for 9 hours, I didn't have to do ANYTHING but sit on my butt and drive. The kids watched dvd's in the back, and slept and ate twizzlers and juice boxes. I listened to book on tape. There is nothing that clears your mind more than a drive thru the country.
Omaha is a pretty cool city too. It's very spread out and open, and clean. Someday, maybe I'll go back! (If we didn't scare our hosts too badly, since my freakshow kids were up every day at around 5/5:15.) We had a pretty wild girls night out when we got there...We spent a couple hours in the Urgent Care Center, thanks to Nate popping a fever and an ear infection. 2 doses of antibiotic though, and he was golden!
Thursday we visited the zoo. http://www.omahazoo.com/
It is a fabulous zoo, and almost worth the 9 hour drive in and of itself. We spent a couple of hours there and didn't even see 1/3 of it. Since it was raining we hung out inside.
Here's Jack, Nate, and Olivia in the Namibian desert. You can literally touch the plants and things (if you are inclined and crazy) and the animals are very close up to you. I just found it funny to take pics of the kids in hats and coats in the desert....
It was a really awesome trip. I felt like a bad guest, since Juli wouldn't really let me help clean or cook. I still helped unload the dishwasher once or twice, but compared to everything else, that was nothing. I'm pretty sure we left the basement a mess, and I left behind my hair conditioner and body soap (Julz, it never touched my actual body, just the washrag, so use it if you can). But, what we took away with us was soooo priceless.
Oh yah, Julz, I think I "stole" one of our art projects. Somehow I have 2 pumpkin thingies. I should send it to you....
Omaha is a pretty cool city too. It's very spread out and open, and clean. Someday, maybe I'll go back! (If we didn't scare our hosts too badly, since my freakshow kids were up every day at around 5/5:15.) We had a pretty wild girls night out when we got there...We spent a couple hours in the Urgent Care Center, thanks to Nate popping a fever and an ear infection. 2 doses of antibiotic though, and he was golden!
Thursday we visited the zoo. http://www.omahazoo.com/
It is a fabulous zoo, and almost worth the 9 hour drive in and of itself. We spent a couple of hours there and didn't even see 1/3 of it. Since it was raining we hung out inside.
Here's Jack, Nate, and Olivia in the Namibian desert. You can literally touch the plants and things (if you are inclined and crazy) and the animals are very close up to you. I just found it funny to take pics of the kids in hats and coats in the desert....
This is Nate and I in the aquarium. I think he had just fallen and hit his head. Surprise. The structure behind us is an O! It is the art symbol thingy of Omaha, much like the Chicago cows were a few years ago. The aquarium at the zoo was one of those HUGE tanks where you walk in and watch the sharks and other marine life swim on either side of you, and even over your head. I don't know why I didn't take more photos. Probably due to keeping track of all 3 kids!
Friday, Olivia had a field trip, so we accompanied her to Vala's Pumpkin Patch. http://www.valaspumpkinpatch.com/index.html
This pumpkin patch was amazing. Julianne informed me that they are only open in October and take in a cool $24 milion. That is the enormity of this thing. Oh, and admission into the place pretty much includes everything (except the train ride and pumpkins).
Here are Nate and Gwyn on these really cool 'bouncy pillows'. They had a blast!
Here are all the kids minus Nate and Gwyn posing with everyone's favorite guy.
She's so sweet and cute and had a great time.
Friday night, some of Julianne's Friends came over and we did art projects, and ate from a delicious little novelty, the Chocolate Fountain. I have decided I need one of these of my very own, maybe for Christmas. I've seen them at weddings for a few years now, and that kinda grosses me out, especially when you see 'double dippers'. However, 4 women in a kitchen gabbing while dipping is a great bonding experience. You should try it sometime!
It was a really awesome trip. I felt like a bad guest, since Juli wouldn't really let me help clean or cook. I still helped unload the dishwasher once or twice, but compared to everything else, that was nothing. I'm pretty sure we left the basement a mess, and I left behind my hair conditioner and body soap (Julz, it never touched my actual body, just the washrag, so use it if you can). But, what we took away with us was soooo priceless.
Oh yah, Julz, I think I "stole" one of our art projects. Somehow I have 2 pumpkin thingies. I should send it to you....
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
See ya later Illin NOiSE!
We (the kids and I) are heading on a road trip, so I won't be blogging for a while. We're heading to Omaha to visit a friend. It's about a 7 hour drive plus rest stops, but I've bought the NASA "Crazy Lady" issue diaper so I can drink 18 cups of coffee and not have to stop to pee. Isn't space age engineering awesome!
My grandmother called me today to warn me about perverts at rest stops. And to tell me I shouldn't let Jack go in a strange bathroom alone. I continue to amaze myself that my children are as healthy, strong, and happy as they are with me as a mother since I apparently haven't got the common sense of a toad. I'm pretty sure we'll make it alright and just fine, and all in one piece. I've got books on tape for me, a bag of twizzlers, and a protable dvd player for the kids. What more is there?
I'll have a lot to blog on later, but for now, I'm just gonna go pack. I haven't quite done that yet!
My grandmother called me today to warn me about perverts at rest stops. And to tell me I shouldn't let Jack go in a strange bathroom alone. I continue to amaze myself that my children are as healthy, strong, and happy as they are with me as a mother since I apparently haven't got the common sense of a toad. I'm pretty sure we'll make it alright and just fine, and all in one piece. I've got books on tape for me, a bag of twizzlers, and a protable dvd player for the kids. What more is there?
I'll have a lot to blog on later, but for now, I'm just gonna go pack. I haven't quite done that yet!
Charrie Bown
Charlie Brown is a tradition in this house. He is a tradition at my parent's house. He is a tradition at Gramma Betty's house. It is a tradition for Gramma to call Dad to let him know Charlie Brown is on t.v., and then for dad to call me to let me know Charlie Brown is on t.v. It doesn't matter that we own the dvd's. It's tradition.
All she needs is a bowl of candy, and her hefty 18 lb. hiney would look just like Snoopy, don't you agree?
Funny
This is Maddie at the Pumpkin Patch at the animal farm part. She didn't really like the animals getting too close. How can we tell?
Let's Go Fly A Kite!
Last Wednesday was a bit windy, so the boys "flyied" kites.
Nate is an old pro. He kept it up the longest!
Check out his expert technique! Don't John and Jack look cute together?
Jack's turn! He didn't fare as well as the Tater.
Maddie could have cared less. John calls this outfit of hers her little Jack Lalane get up. Apparently Jack Lalane wears poofy sleeves when he body builds. He must be interesting.
Nate is an old pro. He kept it up the longest!
Check out his expert technique! Don't John and Jack look cute together?
Jack's turn! He didn't fare as well as the Tater.
Maddie could have cared less. John calls this outfit of hers her little Jack Lalane get up. Apparently Jack Lalane wears poofy sleeves when he body builds. He must be interesting.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
An End in Sight
This has been the sickest I have been in years. The only way to explain the feeling is that it's like being 8 weeks pregnant with constant nausea, throbbing headache, etc, but not being able to say, "It's okay, in a few weeks I'll have a baby." This feeling went more along the lines of "Please god let me just die in PEACE!"
Here's the breakdown. Wednesday, I met a really good friend of mine at the pumpkin patch. We meet every year. At home that night, my knees were KILLING me. I attributed it to being outside in the chilly weather all day.
Then it moved into my hip joints. And then, I know it sounds crazy, but it's true, I could feel every joint in my sacrum area, up thru my spinal column. I was in real pain people! The only person who believed me was Jen, because she works with kids who have REAL joint problems due to autoimmune disorders. Thank goodness I'm not in that league.
Thursday I was a zombie. I got Jack to school (small victory) and I really don't remember the rest of that fever fun day. Other than I drove to a birthday party to pick Jack up.
Friday, oh Friday, the fun Stomach virus kicked in. Keep in mind, that due to nausea I hadn't eaten since lunch on Wednesday, and had been dry heaving ever since. Now, Montezuma's Revenge took hold. On what I'm not sure, since all I had was water and Gatorade. I think I slept almost the entire day. Went to bed before the kids did, around 6, and woke up around 7:30 the next morning.
Saturday, things still aren't great, but they are improving. I'm functioning enough at leas t to go to Jack's open house at school. Ironically enough, he could have cared less that I was there. Super Oma had come up special to meet his teachers and what not. Mother's guilt couldn't have kept me chained up at home, but he didn't even notice I was there. Figures.
Today, Sunday, things are on the up and up. I finally ate some bread and plain spaghetti, looks like it's staying where it's supposed to. It may be fun to step on a scale tomorrow and see that I probably lost NO POUNDS, but I'm sure since John had the same thing and he's a MAN he lost like 15. They do it so easily. Stinking men!
He did good though, and took care of the kids. It's almost a blessing that this hit us around the same time, as he was home all week working on his computer in the basement. Tomorrow it's back to the old grind though, and I'm a bit nervous, but we're still going to lay low around here.
It kills me that there has been a whole lot of electronic babysitting going on, but what can you do? Sometimes you just need to sleep! Wow, it's 8:30 already? Time for my nap.
(oh lordy, I'm starting to sound like my dad--whose bedtime is somewhere around 7 every day....)
Here's the breakdown. Wednesday, I met a really good friend of mine at the pumpkin patch. We meet every year. At home that night, my knees were KILLING me. I attributed it to being outside in the chilly weather all day.
Then it moved into my hip joints. And then, I know it sounds crazy, but it's true, I could feel every joint in my sacrum area, up thru my spinal column. I was in real pain people! The only person who believed me was Jen, because she works with kids who have REAL joint problems due to autoimmune disorders. Thank goodness I'm not in that league.
Thursday I was a zombie. I got Jack to school (small victory) and I really don't remember the rest of that fever fun day. Other than I drove to a birthday party to pick Jack up.
Friday, oh Friday, the fun Stomach virus kicked in. Keep in mind, that due to nausea I hadn't eaten since lunch on Wednesday, and had been dry heaving ever since. Now, Montezuma's Revenge took hold. On what I'm not sure, since all I had was water and Gatorade. I think I slept almost the entire day. Went to bed before the kids did, around 6, and woke up around 7:30 the next morning.
Saturday, things still aren't great, but they are improving. I'm functioning enough at leas t to go to Jack's open house at school. Ironically enough, he could have cared less that I was there. Super Oma had come up special to meet his teachers and what not. Mother's guilt couldn't have kept me chained up at home, but he didn't even notice I was there. Figures.
Today, Sunday, things are on the up and up. I finally ate some bread and plain spaghetti, looks like it's staying where it's supposed to. It may be fun to step on a scale tomorrow and see that I probably lost NO POUNDS, but I'm sure since John had the same thing and he's a MAN he lost like 15. They do it so easily. Stinking men!
He did good though, and took care of the kids. It's almost a blessing that this hit us around the same time, as he was home all week working on his computer in the basement. Tomorrow it's back to the old grind though, and I'm a bit nervous, but we're still going to lay low around here.
It kills me that there has been a whole lot of electronic babysitting going on, but what can you do? Sometimes you just need to sleep! Wow, it's 8:30 already? Time for my nap.
(oh lordy, I'm starting to sound like my dad--whose bedtime is somewhere around 7 every day....)
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Answers
Sorry, I've been down for the count lately...
The Wizard of Oz is my all time, ultimate favorite movie, but I DO happen to own the complete box set of James Bond.
Competitively speaking, I have been in Swimming, Gymnastics, and Cross country. The CC stint was brief, and during Junior High, but it still counts.
And I have NEVER attended a New Kids on the Block concert. I was like, 10 when they were popular and going would have required one of my parents to go too. THAT wasn't ever going to happen, so I was left in NKOTB darkness.
Sigh...
The Wizard of Oz is my all time, ultimate favorite movie, but I DO happen to own the complete box set of James Bond.
Competitively speaking, I have been in Swimming, Gymnastics, and Cross country. The CC stint was brief, and during Junior High, but it still counts.
And I have NEVER attended a New Kids on the Block concert. I was like, 10 when they were popular and going would have required one of my parents to go too. THAT wasn't ever going to happen, so I was left in NKOTB darkness.
Sigh...
Friday, October 12, 2007
Down with it
Yup, I caught Jack's flu. This is miserable. John had it all week (hasn't been to work all week) and now, it's my turn.
YUCK!!!
YUCK!!!
Saturday, October 06, 2007
Interesting? Hmmmm....
Last week, maybe the week before John and I got into a bit of a discussion. Somehow or other, it came up that I wasn't "mmm interesting". I have "interesting stories", I do "interesting things", but as a person, I am just not interesting.
Now, before I get "hate comments", I'd like to just defend him a little bit. This is John we're talking about, who very honestly said our versions of what consititutes interesting vary significantly. When I asked him who was interesting, I started listing coworkers, friends, neighbors, etc. None of these people are interesting. He came up with the following:
Now, before I get "hate comments", I'd like to just defend him a little bit. This is John we're talking about, who very honestly said our versions of what consititutes interesting vary significantly. When I asked him who was interesting, I started listing coworkers, friends, neighbors, etc. None of these people are interesting. He came up with the following:
Yes, FREAKING jACQUES COUSTEAU AND BABE WINKELMAN!!! They have done interesting things and led interesting lives, so he finds them interesting.
How can I compete.
And for the record, I'm not mad. His logic is not only funny, it's amusing and slightly retarded. I do a lot of smiing and nodding.
Thanks MOM!
These are my parents, photograped with a new camera feature. Really. She loves dresses and pearls.
Okay, for real, I don't think I've EVER seen my dad in a tie. On father's days we didn't give him crap like that. He always got some new screwdrivers and other useless tools.
Anyway, who do you call when your kid is puking and you HAVE to run to school and pick up cookies? And who will clean the vomit off your couch and throw said puker into the tub? Good old JUNE! (Okay and Mom too).
Nobody else would do that except your own mother. Nobody else bails you out in a pinch, and nobody else watches the kids just because YOU NEED A DAMN BREAK ALREADY. Nobody else just picks the kids up and a little too forcefully suggests you and your hubby go out to dinner already and eat a damn hot meal without cleaning up the floor afterwards. We have made some damn good friends who have bailed us out time and again, but nothing beats my p's.
Wally and June are just kick-ass.
Friday, October 05, 2007
Knee Deep in a Puddle o' Puke
Poor Jack. Really. Yesterday, I think I was honored with the "Worst Mom Ever" award. He woke up saying he didn't feel good, his belly hurt. That happens a lot when he's been congested, so I figure he either needs to get the phlegm out, or poop. Well, he did both. He pooped. Then puked, and I thought "Great. It's out of his system. Off to school you go". He throws up sometimes when he's really snotty so I didn't think anything of it. And by golly! It's school picture day!!
He came home and wouldn't eat lunch. In fact, he vountarily went upstairs to nap. Now I'm thinking, Uh oh. This is probably not good. And it wasn't.
About 15 minutes into community naptime, he came into my room (I wasn't napping, just organizing) and told me he pooped his pants. At first I was miffed. What do you mean you pooped your pants? You haven't done that in like 2 and 1/2 years! Upon further inspection, I realized he had diarrhea and got him on the pot just in time.
He's been throwing up ever since. Can't keep anything down, poor kid. He's already had 2 baths today and has spent the day in front of the t.v. I hate it, since it's like 90 damn degrees out and we're sequestered in for the long haul.
Thank God Cheryl brought me a cafe mocha. What do you do without friends like that?
He came home and wouldn't eat lunch. In fact, he vountarily went upstairs to nap. Now I'm thinking, Uh oh. This is probably not good. And it wasn't.
About 15 minutes into community naptime, he came into my room (I wasn't napping, just organizing) and told me he pooped his pants. At first I was miffed. What do you mean you pooped your pants? You haven't done that in like 2 and 1/2 years! Upon further inspection, I realized he had diarrhea and got him on the pot just in time.
He's been throwing up ever since. Can't keep anything down, poor kid. He's already had 2 baths today and has spent the day in front of the t.v. I hate it, since it's like 90 damn degrees out and we're sequestered in for the long haul.
Thank God Cheryl brought me a cafe mocha. What do you do without friends like that?
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
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