I am watching the Today show and they are re capping the last year on their show. Of course they all look like they are having a wonderful time at work. Fun fun fun. Fun for all who make millions of dollars a year. I assume they are pissed off pretty much most days that they have to wake up for work at like 2am.
So thinking back on my year, I did quite a few new things. Mostly techie stuff. I did the blogging thing. I think it is ok. I finally went and got my own facebook page. Yuck. Another addiction to try to break. Like smoking wasn't hard enough. I started writing a book then chucked it. It just wasn't as interesting as I thought it would be.
The kids grew bigger and sassier. Lucky me. Claire has started talking NON stop this year. And Miles has found he loves video games. But will offset it by building villages with plain old blocks.
Ryan has been working a lot. He started the year traveling like a fool. Gone for 3-4 weeks every month until about June. Then no traveling. Awesome. I was no longer a single stay at home mom. Just in time too. I was about to be institutionalized. And now he has had about 3 weeks off for vacation. I love it, but there is such a thing as too much togetherness. I think the kids are going to have a rough one when he goes back to work. Fun again for all.
Family and friends have been well. My mother was sick, and if you read this blog, you know I was less then happy about the whole situation. But she is back doing the same old shit that got her there in the first place. Get ready for me to be pissed off once again at some point. Cause it's gonna happen.
I have made some new friends this year NOT via facebook. These would be true in person friends, I have had to cultivate relationships with. They are awesome. I love meeting new people who don't annoy me and who I enjoy spending time with.
Also it has been baby rama around me this year. WTF? Something in the water to make my friends 'do it' all the damn time.
All in all a good year. I don't have any resolutions because I don't have any vices anymore. Sad. I miss vices. And not the squeezy kind. Maybe I will try to be less sassy? Nah. Less critical? Nah. More open to new experiences? Hell no. I will just plan on being the same for the next year and see where it gets me.
Happy New Year. Peace.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
Family movie night. Leading the youth of America astray
Tonight was family movie night. And what did we select? Pee Wee's Big Adventure.
The first time I saw this movie was at my 6th grade boyfriend's house. He was having a birthday party and we watched this movie, I think ate Cheetos and all slow danced to good ol' Corey Hart on the sun porch. Ah nostalgia is washing over me.....hold on.....
Anyway back to 2008, I thought it would be a funny movie for the kids. Miles loves to watch people make asses out of themselves. And who better to do this for him then Paul Reubens? Better him then me. And I have to say I have provided much fodder for the kids to point and laugh at as of late.
I love this movie by the way. It is absolutely ridiculous. But in a very genius way. I mean....early Tim Burton and Danny Elfman. It reminded me of later John Waters too. Love it!
Miles laughed pretty much the entire time. Claire was very concerned he was "alone" looking for his bike that someone stole. Just cause she is 2 doesn't make her dumb.
The best part of it? Our neighbor, who is 24, came over tonight just to hang out and do nothing. He watched it with us. FOR THE FIRST TIME. Holy shit. That's right for the first time. He is definitely one I would have pegged to have enjoyed the monkey business later in life. But not this late in life. He loved it too.
I keep thinking maybe it wasn't the best movie for them to be watching. It was a bit quirky for them, but it certainly beat watching Willy Wonka AGAIN.
Maybe not now, but when my kids are adults they will remember their mom was awesome, and let them watch questionable movies at a very young age. And then, I will finally win the frickin' mother of the year. Until then I remain their indentured servant.
*I am trying to use less potty mouth. Is it working for ya?*
The first time I saw this movie was at my 6th grade boyfriend's house. He was having a birthday party and we watched this movie, I think ate Cheetos and all slow danced to good ol' Corey Hart on the sun porch. Ah nostalgia is washing over me.....hold on.....
Anyway back to 2008, I thought it would be a funny movie for the kids. Miles loves to watch people make asses out of themselves. And who better to do this for him then Paul Reubens? Better him then me. And I have to say I have provided much fodder for the kids to point and laugh at as of late.
I love this movie by the way. It is absolutely ridiculous. But in a very genius way. I mean....early Tim Burton and Danny Elfman. It reminded me of later John Waters too. Love it!
Miles laughed pretty much the entire time. Claire was very concerned he was "alone" looking for his bike that someone stole. Just cause she is 2 doesn't make her dumb.
The best part of it? Our neighbor, who is 24, came over tonight just to hang out and do nothing. He watched it with us. FOR THE FIRST TIME. Holy shit. That's right for the first time. He is definitely one I would have pegged to have enjoyed the monkey business later in life. But not this late in life. He loved it too.
I keep thinking maybe it wasn't the best movie for them to be watching. It was a bit quirky for them, but it certainly beat watching Willy Wonka AGAIN.
Maybe not now, but when my kids are adults they will remember their mom was awesome, and let them watch questionable movies at a very young age. And then, I will finally win the frickin' mother of the year. Until then I remain their indentured servant.
*I am trying to use less potty mouth. Is it working for ya?*
We've been robbed.
We put all the Christmas stuff away. Not that I have that much, but it all sits in the living room. It looks like we have been cleaned out by thieves.
I bet Ryan, who HATES, LOATHES, DESPISES, clutter is so happy with the early clean up. We usually wait until the day after New Year's, but he got the bee in his bonnet to do it yesterday.
He isn't even crabby vacuuming! I think I saw a spring in his little step. Actually, I did really see a little leap. Ha ha.
Whatever makes him happy. I however, feel like Christmas isn't here yet and we have to still decorate. What the hell happened? Wasn't it just Halloween? Man....time flies. I guess 'they' were right about time passing fast when you get older. Who knew it would be so quick at 35. I should really do something about it or I will be in teen years with 2 kids sooner then I think. I am certainly not ready for that. I mean......Christmas 2008 is still coming right? Shit!
I bet Ryan, who HATES, LOATHES, DESPISES, clutter is so happy with the early clean up. We usually wait until the day after New Year's, but he got the bee in his bonnet to do it yesterday.
He isn't even crabby vacuuming! I think I saw a spring in his little step. Actually, I did really see a little leap. Ha ha.
Whatever makes him happy. I however, feel like Christmas isn't here yet and we have to still decorate. What the hell happened? Wasn't it just Halloween? Man....time flies. I guess 'they' were right about time passing fast when you get older. Who knew it would be so quick at 35. I should really do something about it or I will be in teen years with 2 kids sooner then I think. I am certainly not ready for that. I mean......Christmas 2008 is still coming right? Shit!
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Are you friends with your spouse's ex?
Ok so I am just putting it out there. My best friend has been having a cyber relationship with her husband's ex girlfriend from high school. No biggie. I mean we are years from high school. But they just met each other for the first time this past weekend. Apparently all went swimmingly.
But I remember that my best friends' husband thinks it is weird that I am close friends with Ryan's ex. Her name is Heather. I love her. She is awesome. We have been friends for years now. We have even been on vacation together. Her husband is a friend of mine too. Our daughters are buddies. Why wouldn't I want to be friends with her? I mean it's like hanging out with me, but me, when I am in an awesome mood. Awesome! I kinda like myself so why not?
I think it is normal to be friends with your spouse's ex if you are not the jealous type. Or if you are the jealous type, this person dated your spouse so long ago it is almost comical.
I have found that Heather and I are a little TOO much a like. We are pretty similar on a lot of fronts. We like a lot of the same things and are annoyed at many of the same things. The only difference that is kinda funny is, we look nothing, I mean NOTHING a like. I am, as you know, a short Korean. And Heather is a tall blonde.
I guess Ryan likes the same kind of woman, just not in looks. That is cool. I can say with 100% certainty we are not like his mother AT ALL. So that old adage goes out the door.
But back to my friend. After reading her cyber girlfriends blog and seeing her photos, it is plain to me that my best friend's husband also likes the same type of woman. Sassy, beautiful, funny and, brunette. They even take the same damn self portraits with their cameras at arms length. Creepy coincidence? I think not.
I will say this....I will NEVER be friends with the "psycho" Ryan dated before me. Can we say boiling rabbits?
But I remember that my best friends' husband thinks it is weird that I am close friends with Ryan's ex. Her name is Heather. I love her. She is awesome. We have been friends for years now. We have even been on vacation together. Her husband is a friend of mine too. Our daughters are buddies. Why wouldn't I want to be friends with her? I mean it's like hanging out with me, but me, when I am in an awesome mood. Awesome! I kinda like myself so why not?
I think it is normal to be friends with your spouse's ex if you are not the jealous type. Or if you are the jealous type, this person dated your spouse so long ago it is almost comical.
I have found that Heather and I are a little TOO much a like. We are pretty similar on a lot of fronts. We like a lot of the same things and are annoyed at many of the same things. The only difference that is kinda funny is, we look nothing, I mean NOTHING a like. I am, as you know, a short Korean. And Heather is a tall blonde.
I guess Ryan likes the same kind of woman, just not in looks. That is cool. I can say with 100% certainty we are not like his mother AT ALL. So that old adage goes out the door.
But back to my friend. After reading her cyber girlfriends blog and seeing her photos, it is plain to me that my best friend's husband also likes the same type of woman. Sassy, beautiful, funny and, brunette. They even take the same damn self portraits with their cameras at arms length. Creepy coincidence? I think not.
I will say this....I will NEVER be friends with the "psycho" Ryan dated before me. Can we say boiling rabbits?
Making a list of crap
Lately some of my friends have been listing "25 things you may not know about me" on their blogs....(you can see them on people who follow my blog). And since I was bitched out the other day for NOT BLOGGING EVERY DAY!!!!! Here is my list of 25 things you PROBABLY didn't want to or need to know about me. Sit back, relax and don't complain to me if you don't like it.
1: I love that Miles' Party Bear stinks. It means it is well loved. It smells like
pee and syrup. Don't ask. I don't know. I wash it a lot.
2: I can't stand the fact that my daughter won't wear a dress and tells people
she is a big boy. I already have a boy for God's sake.
3: I hate snoring more then anything else in the world! And my husband does it
A LOT
4: I am an evil genius when it comes to getting my way. I can't tell you how, but
suffice it to say....I am good.
5: It don't like crumbs on the counter or the kitchen floor, but somehow they
are always there.
6: My favorite coffee is Peace coffee.
7: I hate hate hate going to the doctor. Every time I go for something
unscheduled, I don't have a virus....I have......"something rare, we don't know what it is, but you contracted it by standing in the sun on the west side of your house and not the east on a Tuesday after 3PM and you didn't have your Hawaiian Tiki lamp on the window sill" Yep. That's me. What the fuck was I thinking? I thought I had strep.
8: I rub my feet together on equal sides when I am cold. It's weird.
9: I love it when Ryan kisses me on the forehead.
10: I am thankful to have a Best friend who is so much like me, I don't have to say sorry for anything. EVER. And she still loves me.
11: I love to hear gossip, but I rarely ever spill the beans unless someone will get
hurt by not knowing. I am a good secret keeper.
12: If you do tell me something, know that Ryan and Jill will most likely hear it,
but they probably don't know you anyway. And they would NEVER say anything.
13: I really miss my sister Sara in LA.
14: Claire cracks my ass up pretty much every day several times a day.
15: Sometimes I get a little sad thinking about what it was like with just me and
Miles. I miss our alone time.
16: I will pretty much do anything for you within reason and within my time frame.
17: If you are my family I will love you no matter what.
18: I will often dream of John Cusack being my boyfriend. Ryan knows this and thinks it is hilarious because I really don't find John Cusack that attractive.
19: I hate when the cupboards and dishwasher are left open.
20: I always hit my knee on the table no matter where I am. I am clumsy.
21: I have taught (accidentally) my kids to laugh their asses off when someone falls. It sucks when that person is me. Also I have taught them (accidentally again) to point when laughing.
22: I can fold a fitted sheet perfectly rectangular to match the flat sheet and pillow cases. It's a sickness.
23: I love to cook and eat, but I don't feel hungry when I am cooking. And don't
usually like what I have cooked.
24: I feel super old. I miss waking up pain free.
25: I will never blog about this crap again if I can help it.
*****After spending way too much damn time figuring out the spacing I see this is jacked up anyway. Sorry. Suck it. Not fixing it now.*******
1: I love that Miles' Party Bear stinks. It means it is well loved. It smells like
pee and syrup. Don't ask. I don't know. I wash it a lot.
2: I can't stand the fact that my daughter won't wear a dress and tells people
she is a big boy. I already have a boy for God's sake.
3: I hate snoring more then anything else in the world! And my husband does it
A LOT
4: I am an evil genius when it comes to getting my way. I can't tell you how, but
suffice it to say....I am good.
5: It don't like crumbs on the counter or the kitchen floor, but somehow they
are always there.
6: My favorite coffee is Peace coffee.
7: I hate hate hate going to the doctor. Every time I go for something
unscheduled, I don't have a virus....I have......"something rare, we don't know what it is, but you contracted it by standing in the sun on the west side of your house and not the east on a Tuesday after 3PM and you didn't have your Hawaiian Tiki lamp on the window sill" Yep. That's me. What the fuck was I thinking? I thought I had strep.
8: I rub my feet together on equal sides when I am cold. It's weird.
9: I love it when Ryan kisses me on the forehead.
10: I am thankful to have a Best friend who is so much like me, I don't have to say sorry for anything. EVER. And she still loves me.
11: I love to hear gossip, but I rarely ever spill the beans unless someone will get
hurt by not knowing. I am a good secret keeper.
12: If you do tell me something, know that Ryan and Jill will most likely hear it,
but they probably don't know you anyway. And they would NEVER say anything.
13: I really miss my sister Sara in LA.
14: Claire cracks my ass up pretty much every day several times a day.
15: Sometimes I get a little sad thinking about what it was like with just me and
Miles. I miss our alone time.
16: I will pretty much do anything for you within reason and within my time frame.
17: If you are my family I will love you no matter what.
18: I will often dream of John Cusack being my boyfriend. Ryan knows this and thinks it is hilarious because I really don't find John Cusack that attractive.
19: I hate when the cupboards and dishwasher are left open.
20: I always hit my knee on the table no matter where I am. I am clumsy.
21: I have taught (accidentally) my kids to laugh their asses off when someone falls. It sucks when that person is me. Also I have taught them (accidentally again) to point when laughing.
22: I can fold a fitted sheet perfectly rectangular to match the flat sheet and pillow cases. It's a sickness.
23: I love to cook and eat, but I don't feel hungry when I am cooking. And don't
usually like what I have cooked.
24: I feel super old. I miss waking up pain free.
25: I will never blog about this crap again if I can help it.
*****After spending way too much damn time figuring out the spacing I see this is jacked up anyway. Sorry. Suck it. Not fixing it now.*******
Thursday, December 25, 2008
A good Christmas
Today was fun. The kids had a blast with Christmas this year. Santa gifts were a huge hit. I have to say that Miles almost lost his shit today when he opened a gift from MY cousin's family.
It was a box, full to the damn top with Star Wars action figures. I mean.....all the action figures a boy like Miles would want and more. My cousin is late 30's and has 3 kids. He was a huge, I mean HUGE ass fan of Star Wars, or SW as I call it. So he has collections that are amazing. Over the past year or so he has been whittling away his collection and pieces of that collection have been showing up in our mailbox once in a while. Nice! More SW shit. But look at Miles' face! How can I begrudge it? He looks fucking deranged! I could have sworn I saw him go into shock. And he told me what was a collectors item and what wasn't.
Strangely enough ALL packages were opened. Goodbye mint condition! There were some that were from the late 80's and stuff...so whatever. I have no idea about that stuff. Ryan said he always feels weird opening the boxes cause he knows my cousin collected for so long....but he knew what he was doing when he gave them to our kid. Blah blah blah.....
Claire loved her gum ball machine. You can kinda see it. She was rocking back and forth so fast I could only capture the blur of her smile and glee. But she had a mouth full of gumballs within 5 minutes and her fingers and lips were all shades of blue, green and a weird yellow.
Then the obligatory "kids in front of the tree with their good clothes on" photo. At least Miles has his hand in his pocket. He has been into "making sure it's still there". Hilarious at least he is multi-tasking by choking his sister at the same time. I know I know...insert joke here. Merry Christmas!
It's 6 am!!!!
Christmas Day! Santa was here. The kids are up and digging on their treasures. We have to leave at 7:30am to make it to my parents house in time. Oh the day just keeps on a truckin!
Claire can't stop handing out her stinking gum balls. She got a new Ho ho Titty gumball machine from Santa. Miles is investigating his new dvd of the Clone Wars. Ryan is opening all the adult proof packaging.
Merry Christmas again. And Happy New Year.
Increased DWI enforcement this season. I know. I saw it on a billboard last night coming home. Anything on a billboard is true. Didn't you know that?
Claire can't stop handing out her stinking gum balls. She got a new Ho ho Titty gumball machine from Santa. Miles is investigating his new dvd of the Clone Wars. Ryan is opening all the adult proof packaging.
Merry Christmas again. And Happy New Year.
Increased DWI enforcement this season. I know. I saw it on a billboard last night coming home. Anything on a billboard is true. Didn't you know that?
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Sorry Jill
Too dizzy to blog......
Too crabby to care about it.....
Merry Christmas Everyone! May you eat, drink and be merry.
Too crabby to care about it.....
Merry Christmas Everyone! May you eat, drink and be merry.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Being dizzy sucks ass!
Today I have had it. I finally called the doctor and scheduled to go in tomorrow. Now if you follow this blog at all, you know I have been sick for over a month now. Dizzy, nauseated, and tired as all hell. I went to doctors the middle of November and they decided it was "lady trouble". So they put me on the meds hoping it would help.
Not so damn much! So I let it go for several weeks. And now....I can't takes no more!
I have been dizzy everyday for weeks on end. Makes driving almost impossible. Imagine spinning around as fast as you can and then stopping. Remember how that felt? All fun and excitement when you were a kid landing in the grass and laughing your ass off. Not so funny when you are walking down the hall and fall into the bathroom door. No laughing occurs. Not one damn snicker. And I am no kid. Thankfully there is laughing on my kids' part. They think 'sick' mommy is fucking hilarious.
But this dizzy means, canceled plans. I had to cancel seeing a friend who is in town from Miami. Suck! I also canceled plans with another friend to stop over to exchange Christmas gifts. Double Suck! And I can't promise anything for Christmas. If I am lucky I will have to take the meds I took at Thanksgiving and be high off my ass for the whole day. My in-laws LOVED it. *note eye roll* I can't censor anything that comes out my mouth, and I usually do when I'm with them. And with good reason. I can be a sass pot. Yikes.
So I hope this damn doctor finds what the hell is wrong with me so I can get on with my life. Also...Miles is into spinning in a circle until he falls over. Not so much with the helping.
Not so damn much! So I let it go for several weeks. And now....I can't takes no more!
I have been dizzy everyday for weeks on end. Makes driving almost impossible. Imagine spinning around as fast as you can and then stopping. Remember how that felt? All fun and excitement when you were a kid landing in the grass and laughing your ass off. Not so funny when you are walking down the hall and fall into the bathroom door. No laughing occurs. Not one damn snicker. And I am no kid. Thankfully there is laughing on my kids' part. They think 'sick' mommy is fucking hilarious.
But this dizzy means, canceled plans. I had to cancel seeing a friend who is in town from Miami. Suck! I also canceled plans with another friend to stop over to exchange Christmas gifts. Double Suck! And I can't promise anything for Christmas. If I am lucky I will have to take the meds I took at Thanksgiving and be high off my ass for the whole day. My in-laws LOVED it. *note eye roll* I can't censor anything that comes out my mouth, and I usually do when I'm with them. And with good reason. I can be a sass pot. Yikes.
So I hope this damn doctor finds what the hell is wrong with me so I can get on with my life. Also...Miles is into spinning in a circle until he falls over. Not so much with the helping.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
A very Dian Christmas
Last night we had our best friends over to celebrate Christmas. We do it every year. The Saturday before Christmas we get together, eat a big fat meal, open gifts to each other and bake cookies. This year we were without Gage. He sometimes makes it, sometimes doesn't. All depends on if he is here or with his dad.
This year I wasn't sure what to get the kids. I mean...their frickin' parents got them EVERYTHING they asked for. Even the little stuff. It makes for difficult shopping. And as Layla's godparents we like to give a gift that is great or memorable.
So this year......I gave the kids ornaments. They were little blue mittens with a picture space in the middle. In the middle, I put cash. Pretty lame, but it worked out. Layla was more then appreciative for the ornament. That was even before she saw the money. Her parents raised her right. Although I saw the shiny glimmer of Christmas joy fade. She still said..."Thanks! I love it". Then we asked her who the photo was. She told us she didn't know but it would be WAY cuter if there was a photo of her in it. Ha ha. The vanity of an 8 year old. I love it.
My kids got a crazy ton of art materials from their godparents and the sad sad addiction of Webkinz. Miles loves it. He has spent all his money already. I AM NOT GETTING MORE!
We baked cookies and then sent our best friends and god daughter off into the wild blue yonder. Really....we kicked them out into the blizzard. But they made it home ok and they had their driveway plowed out. Nice.
We love the Dian's!
This year I wasn't sure what to get the kids. I mean...their frickin' parents got them EVERYTHING they asked for. Even the little stuff. It makes for difficult shopping. And as Layla's godparents we like to give a gift that is great or memorable.
So this year......I gave the kids ornaments. They were little blue mittens with a picture space in the middle. In the middle, I put cash. Pretty lame, but it worked out. Layla was more then appreciative for the ornament. That was even before she saw the money. Her parents raised her right. Although I saw the shiny glimmer of Christmas joy fade. She still said..."Thanks! I love it". Then we asked her who the photo was. She told us she didn't know but it would be WAY cuter if there was a photo of her in it. Ha ha. The vanity of an 8 year old. I love it.
My kids got a crazy ton of art materials from their godparents and the sad sad addiction of Webkinz. Miles loves it. He has spent all his money already. I AM NOT GETTING MORE!
We baked cookies and then sent our best friends and god daughter off into the wild blue yonder. Really....we kicked them out into the blizzard. But they made it home ok and they had their driveway plowed out. Nice.
We love the Dian's!
Friday, December 19, 2008
Follow Up to making your business bigger
I actually called AMC this morning. Ha ha. I know....but it was easier then sending an email. And I HAD to find out what the hell happened. It was just too weird to let go.
The woman I spoke to was very courteous. She said she knew what I was calling about and that they have received MANY calls and emails regarding the "commercial situation".
Hilarious that she already knew what I was going to tell her about at 7:30 am. She told me that they allow our local cable companies to place their own ads for several of the commercial breaks. And apparently someone dropped the ball.
I told her it was funny, but difficult explaining to my 4 year old what the hell it was all about. I told her about the "socks". She thought it was clever. Yep. That's me....clever.
Anyway....that is the follow up. Nothing special, but now you know I am THAT parent. Not the concerned parent, but the super nosey parent.
I am now dealing with my drunk husband. Holiday party for work. Makes for a very Jolly Ryan.
He owes me.
The woman I spoke to was very courteous. She said she knew what I was calling about and that they have received MANY calls and emails regarding the "commercial situation".
Hilarious that she already knew what I was going to tell her about at 7:30 am. She told me that they allow our local cable companies to place their own ads for several of the commercial breaks. And apparently someone dropped the ball.
I told her it was funny, but difficult explaining to my 4 year old what the hell it was all about. I told her about the "socks". She thought it was clever. Yep. That's me....clever.
Anyway....that is the follow up. Nothing special, but now you know I am THAT parent. Not the concerned parent, but the super nosey parent.
I am now dealing with my drunk husband. Holiday party for work. Makes for a very Jolly Ryan.
He owes me.
ExTenze Male Enhancement
So last night I was watching Willy Wonka with the kids on AMC. It was primetime and the kids were soooooo excited to watch it. They are on a huge Willy Wonka kick. They will watch the old school Willy Wonka or the new Charlie and The Chocolate Factory. That and the Goonies, although Miles is the one watching the Goonies.
Either way....to my dismay and Claire's (she would deep sigh every time), there were commercials. The first being a couple sitting next to each other looking all moonie. They began talking about male enhancement. I mean here is a bit of the conversation,
MAN
"I used to think my friends were crazy"
"I mean...I don't need to be bigger, just better!"
WOMAN
"I don't mind bigger. It sure is more fun"
"Sex is better when his penis is bigger!"
OH MY GAWD!!!!!
Now that isn't verbatim, but I am pretty sure I got the gist of it. And it went on for a really long time.
So Miles looks at me and says, "Mom what are they talking about getting bigger?" I was glad to know he missed the penis part. So I told him it was about bigger SOCKS. Yes sir, I lied to my 4 year old. I am usually very open and honest with him about these types of questions, but I felt this had gone a little too far. And my 2 year old was sitting there. I can just imagine her yelling down to Ryan..."DADDY YOU CAN HAVE A BIG PENIS!" Plus it is something Miles would tell people he saw. Definitely something he would tell his teachers at pre school. Like he had stumbled on the Arc of the Covenant, and had to share his knowledge with everyone so they could all benefit. Because you know...men and women liked this pill.
I wonder if anyone from AMC was fired for placing those ads during family movie night. Or if they did it as a joke. Ha ha. I actually thought it was funny after I was trying to mute the tv every time the damn thing came on tv. And I mean....EVERY TIME. It must have been on 5 or 6 times.
Maybe I should send AMC an angry-but-made-me-laugh letter. The response would be priceless.
Either way....to my dismay and Claire's (she would deep sigh every time), there were commercials. The first being a couple sitting next to each other looking all moonie. They began talking about male enhancement. I mean here is a bit of the conversation,
MAN
"I used to think my friends were crazy"
"I mean...I don't need to be bigger, just better!"
WOMAN
"I don't mind bigger. It sure is more fun"
"Sex is better when his penis is bigger!"
OH MY GAWD!!!!!
Now that isn't verbatim, but I am pretty sure I got the gist of it. And it went on for a really long time.
So Miles looks at me and says, "Mom what are they talking about getting bigger?" I was glad to know he missed the penis part. So I told him it was about bigger SOCKS. Yes sir, I lied to my 4 year old. I am usually very open and honest with him about these types of questions, but I felt this had gone a little too far. And my 2 year old was sitting there. I can just imagine her yelling down to Ryan..."DADDY YOU CAN HAVE A BIG PENIS!" Plus it is something Miles would tell people he saw. Definitely something he would tell his teachers at pre school. Like he had stumbled on the Arc of the Covenant, and had to share his knowledge with everyone so they could all benefit. Because you know...men and women liked this pill.
I wonder if anyone from AMC was fired for placing those ads during family movie night. Or if they did it as a joke. Ha ha. I actually thought it was funny after I was trying to mute the tv every time the damn thing came on tv. And I mean....EVERY TIME. It must have been on 5 or 6 times.
Maybe I should send AMC an angry-but-made-me-laugh letter. The response would be priceless.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
BOOOOO-URNS!
I don't feel like blogging. I am quickly getting sick of being sick. I am crabby that my kids are "bored" all the time, and Claire tells me she is "tired". Meaning whatever we are asking her, her answer is...screw you. Not put so eloquently however.
My husband had a crabby cleaning day. He cleaned, but did it angrily. He hates to have a cluttered house. And we have 2 kids who have been in the house for multiple days. Translation. Shit all over the place. Little shit, big shit, and more shit. All leads to crabby cleaning. Crabby vacuuming, and crabby putting away of said shit. I took a nap. Slept right through it all.
Only to be woken up by Miles telling me...."Claire is doing something." Can't be good that's for sure.
And yes.....Claire WAS doing something. Shredding Styrofoam on the sofa. You know the stuff. Little white pebbles of static electricity charged fluff. It was ALL over the freshly "crabby" vacuumed living room. I am sure if I hadn't cleaned the mess up myself Ryan would have had an aneurysm. Then to find out that Miles played a part as well. He looked very shamed as he and his sister made the walk of shame to their rooms for time out.
To be honest my day started out ok. We took the kids to the MOA with friends and spent the day there. Fun. Less crowded then I thought it would be as the dog from Marley and Me was going to be there. I mean...a celebrity dog. Wow. That is about as exciting as an anal probe I can imagine. But upon arriving home......crabby ensued.
No nap leads to crabby kids. Fun for all to be had. Oh well...the day is almost over. And we can start fresh tomorrow. Any guesses what we will be crabby about tomorrow?
My husband had a crabby cleaning day. He cleaned, but did it angrily. He hates to have a cluttered house. And we have 2 kids who have been in the house for multiple days. Translation. Shit all over the place. Little shit, big shit, and more shit. All leads to crabby cleaning. Crabby vacuuming, and crabby putting away of said shit. I took a nap. Slept right through it all.
Only to be woken up by Miles telling me...."Claire is doing something." Can't be good that's for sure.
And yes.....Claire WAS doing something. Shredding Styrofoam on the sofa. You know the stuff. Little white pebbles of static electricity charged fluff. It was ALL over the freshly "crabby" vacuumed living room. I am sure if I hadn't cleaned the mess up myself Ryan would have had an aneurysm. Then to find out that Miles played a part as well. He looked very shamed as he and his sister made the walk of shame to their rooms for time out.
To be honest my day started out ok. We took the kids to the MOA with friends and spent the day there. Fun. Less crowded then I thought it would be as the dog from Marley and Me was going to be there. I mean...a celebrity dog. Wow. That is about as exciting as an anal probe I can imagine. But upon arriving home......crabby ensued.
No nap leads to crabby kids. Fun for all to be had. Oh well...the day is almost over. And we can start fresh tomorrow. Any guesses what we will be crabby about tomorrow?
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
I am usually right
Claire was standing on a two level step stool tonight investigating the Christmas tree.
She was right in front of it peering through it to see ornaments on the back of the tree. I walked by her and said, "I would like you to get off that chair. You could fall and get hurt." Pretty standard mom speak.
Without hesitation she replied, "I won't mom. I am very careful!" It wasn't like she was reassuring me, she was more or less lecturing me. How DARE I tell her what to do. She KNEW what she was doing.
5 minutes later I hear clang clink jingle. She fell into the tree. Ornaments and Claire came crashing to the ground.
She promptly began bawling like I had thrown her across the room into the tree on purpose, or that me telling her not to do it had jinxed her. Oh well....super dad to the rescue. I just kept making dinner and proceeded to tell her I don't say things like this for my health. I do it because....I am usually right.
Hello. I AM my mother.
She was right in front of it peering through it to see ornaments on the back of the tree. I walked by her and said, "I would like you to get off that chair. You could fall and get hurt." Pretty standard mom speak.
Without hesitation she replied, "I won't mom. I am very careful!" It wasn't like she was reassuring me, she was more or less lecturing me. How DARE I tell her what to do. She KNEW what she was doing.
5 minutes later I hear clang clink jingle. She fell into the tree. Ornaments and Claire came crashing to the ground.
She promptly began bawling like I had thrown her across the room into the tree on purpose, or that me telling her not to do it had jinxed her. Oh well....super dad to the rescue. I just kept making dinner and proceeded to tell her I don't say things like this for my health. I do it because....I am usually right.
Hello. I AM my mother.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Who do I need to know to get my way?
Today is cold. Really cold. And the snow is blowing like mad. Upon arriving home today we noticed our driveway was cleared. Our fabulous neighbor has plowed out our driveway 2 times already this winter.
The last time I was shoveling I was standing out in the driveway with the kids bundled up. I was almost done when sure as shit the city plow came through. Now here is the scene.......2 kids unrecognizable as people other then the fact they are moving around, me with a bright red face shoveling like mad to get back into the house and the plow drives right past with no regard to what is happening in our yard.
The jerk must have plowed snow 4 feet into our driveway and certainly 2 feet deep. I had to run up the drive to NOT get hit with snow, rocks and whatever other kind of debris he scraped up. I was wondering who I talk to to have the plow drive around the driveway and NOT put that crap in my driveway. I think he was waiting for me to be almost done when he plowed too. I swear I saw him sitting on the corner having a cup of coffee. Sadistic bastard! I could definitely see him smile as he drove by while I shook my angry fist. Ensuring that we would have it rough the rest of the winter. JERK!
But today....is another day. Our drive was cleared off. Our neighbor must have waited until the plow went through. Lovely!!!! I owe them chocolate or something. There.....my rant for the day. The end.
The last time I was shoveling I was standing out in the driveway with the kids bundled up. I was almost done when sure as shit the city plow came through. Now here is the scene.......2 kids unrecognizable as people other then the fact they are moving around, me with a bright red face shoveling like mad to get back into the house and the plow drives right past with no regard to what is happening in our yard.
The jerk must have plowed snow 4 feet into our driveway and certainly 2 feet deep. I had to run up the drive to NOT get hit with snow, rocks and whatever other kind of debris he scraped up. I was wondering who I talk to to have the plow drive around the driveway and NOT put that crap in my driveway. I think he was waiting for me to be almost done when he plowed too. I swear I saw him sitting on the corner having a cup of coffee. Sadistic bastard! I could definitely see him smile as he drove by while I shook my angry fist. Ensuring that we would have it rough the rest of the winter. JERK!
But today....is another day. Our drive was cleared off. Our neighbor must have waited until the plow went through. Lovely!!!! I owe them chocolate or something. There.....my rant for the day. The end.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Miles the musical savant and mini pancakes
Miles had his annual pre-school Christmas program today. He did ok. He sang and did the hand motions for the first song. Then it was all down hill from there.
I swear the kid looked bored out of his mind. At some point he was turned all the way around to see what the other kids on the risers where doing. That's when one of his teachers had to step in and tell him to turn the frick around. He looked annoyed that someone was telling him to stop what he was doing. So I think to punish her, he just stood there looking bored as hell. He even went so far as to let out the biggest yawn known to man. Several laughs ensued.
He is one of the smallest kids in the class so he is ALWAYS in the front. Last year we had many parents come up to us and say....."Oh that Miles is such a cutie and what a character!" Yes once in front of an audience shenanigans commence. Courtesy of my kid.
But it was a cute thing to see. Nothing too spectacular occurred. Did I mention Claire slept through the whole thing?
Afterward we went to the in-laws for dessert. It was nice of them to have us over. The kids got to play with their cousins and we had coffee and brownies.
Then we had to high tail it home as the weather was less the desirable. I told the kids they had to be super quiet on the way home so Ryan could concentrate on the road. The only thing uttered was this....."Mom did we get brunch today? Can we have brunch for dinner?" I think brunch escapes my Miles. We skipped brunch today with friends because I was feeling less then stellar. We just don't do it so he has no idea. But as a special request we are having mini pancakes for dinner. A reward for my singing fool!
Thursday, December 11, 2008
MUPPLES
That is the word for the day. Claire informed me she could help her brother lift stuff cause she is strong *flex* and has nipples. I explained to her she had MUSCLES not nipples. Well you know what I mean.
Miles promptly told her she had MUPPLES. Muscle nipples. HUH? Whatever keeps them from fighting with each other.
Miles promptly told her she had MUPPLES. Muscle nipples. HUH? Whatever keeps them from fighting with each other.
I make fun of people like this.
I don't understand when it happened. Have we always been hippies? I mean I cut my hair off and everything. And yet....my daughter still comes into my bed every night and sleeps.
People....we have a *gasp* "family bed".
My sister and her husband have a "family bed". I think just recently their 6 year old started sleeping in a bed of his own. But my sister lives in the Valley with all the REAL hippies in CA and it is totally acceptable for them do such monkey business. I on the other hand would tease her relentlessly. Here is a snippet of the conversations we would have.
"Is Lincoln out of your bed yet?"
"No. He can't sleep alone yet."
"Sara! What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you still breast feed him too?"
Sara would laugh, but not in the "your right" kind of way. More in a "if I laugh at her she won't realize all the other shit I am doing way."
Don't get me wrong. I love my sister and I do like a good hippie, but I do not share my bed with my kids! That has been a rule for ever. It started with my parents. They never let us sleep in their bed. NEVER! Unless we were sick and it was during the day.
Miles never slept in our bed. He would come into our room at night and then sleep on the floor next to us. But never in our bed.
Then Claire. She is up so much and is so bossy. I don't have the strength or energy to get rid of her. And half the time I don't even know she is in bed with me until early in the morning. She is a sneaky little devil too.
But I have become a huge hypocrite. I bet my sister is getting a huge laugh right about now. The only benefit of the "family bed" that I can see is, Claire keeps me a little warmer at night. It is freezing in here.
Seriously though? I used to totally make fun of you hippies who slept with your kids on PURPOSE. And I still might a little. But take solace in the fact, I kind of get it, I'm just rude.
People....we have a *gasp* "family bed".
My sister and her husband have a "family bed". I think just recently their 6 year old started sleeping in a bed of his own. But my sister lives in the Valley with all the REAL hippies in CA and it is totally acceptable for them do such monkey business. I on the other hand would tease her relentlessly. Here is a snippet of the conversations we would have.
"Is Lincoln out of your bed yet?"
"No. He can't sleep alone yet."
"Sara! What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you still breast feed him too?"
Sara would laugh, but not in the "your right" kind of way. More in a "if I laugh at her she won't realize all the other shit I am doing way."
Don't get me wrong. I love my sister and I do like a good hippie, but I do not share my bed with my kids! That has been a rule for ever. It started with my parents. They never let us sleep in their bed. NEVER! Unless we were sick and it was during the day.
Miles never slept in our bed. He would come into our room at night and then sleep on the floor next to us. But never in our bed.
Then Claire. She is up so much and is so bossy. I don't have the strength or energy to get rid of her. And half the time I don't even know she is in bed with me until early in the morning. She is a sneaky little devil too.
But I have become a huge hypocrite. I bet my sister is getting a huge laugh right about now. The only benefit of the "family bed" that I can see is, Claire keeps me a little warmer at night. It is freezing in here.
Seriously though? I used to totally make fun of you hippies who slept with your kids on PURPOSE. And I still might a little. But take solace in the fact, I kind of get it, I'm just rude.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Mustaches and Meatheads
In an attempt to completely get no lovin' from me, Ryan has decided to join two other meatheads and grow a mustache.
One of the guys is going to shave his beard and stuff to make himself a good ol' fashioned handle bar mustache. Hopefully complete with facial wax and his Viking's Zubaz.
Ryan's best friend is going to I don't know what. But I'm sure his wife will think it is AWESOME!!! *major sarcasm*
And Ryan is trying to bring back the skinny mustache. Why for the love of all that is good and holy? John Waters he is not.
My Ryan is a blond Norwegian. He has ceased to shave above his lip now for a week. It is definitely a lame attempt. If you could see him, it looks like there is light colored shit hanging off his face. It is absurd. Sadly he has 2 1/2 weeks of vacation to take here and he will for sure not shave. And I assure you this too....he will only grow a mustache. Nothing else. No goatee no beard. All mustache.
The night of the 'big' event is New Year's Eve. We are going to hang out with friends and there will be, I am sure of it, much talk about mustaches, and stupid stroking of their facial hair. Gaaaaahhhh!!!!
I have always told him...I won't tell him what to do. I won't tell him he can't grow one, but I am not responsible for what happens when he does. Guess he is going to call my bluff. Good luck with that one.
One of the guys is going to shave his beard and stuff to make himself a good ol' fashioned handle bar mustache. Hopefully complete with facial wax and his Viking's Zubaz.
Ryan's best friend is going to I don't know what. But I'm sure his wife will think it is AWESOME!!! *major sarcasm*
And Ryan is trying to bring back the skinny mustache. Why for the love of all that is good and holy? John Waters he is not.
My Ryan is a blond Norwegian. He has ceased to shave above his lip now for a week. It is definitely a lame attempt. If you could see him, it looks like there is light colored shit hanging off his face. It is absurd. Sadly he has 2 1/2 weeks of vacation to take here and he will for sure not shave. And I assure you this too....he will only grow a mustache. Nothing else. No goatee no beard. All mustache.
The night of the 'big' event is New Year's Eve. We are going to hang out with friends and there will be, I am sure of it, much talk about mustaches, and stupid stroking of their facial hair. Gaaaaahhhh!!!!
I have always told him...I won't tell him what to do. I won't tell him he can't grow one, but I am not responsible for what happens when he does. Guess he is going to call my bluff. Good luck with that one.
For Miles and the geeks in my life
A friend posted this on her facebook page. I couldn't help myself. With all the Star Wars crap I have to put up with in this house, she has far and above surpassed me with Star Wars overload. You win Teresa!
Carn-found-it! Ratz-a-fratza!
God!!!!!! What the hell does a girl have to do to get a full night's sleep? Seriously!!!!!
Claire was up at 2:45am. Yep....AM. First Ryan left the room again. After Claire talked to me for 30 min, blabbing about who the hell knows what, cause I was doing my best to block her out without screaming, she announced, "I wanna go to my bed!"
GOOD. GO. And make sure you give daddy a big hug when you get there.
Then I hear very loud whispering. "Claire go to sleep!" I look into her room and she is in the corner of her bed. Smashed up into the wall of stuffed animals. And to my surprise, Ryan is smashed right next to her. Imagine a full grown man, a 2 year old and about 45 stuffed animals all in a twin sized bed. Love it. I felt less annoyed that he tried to sleep alone. Karma. It's a bitch.
Anyway....Ryan finally came to bed and Claire stayed in her room. Singing to herself. Loudly. Something about how she is happy and then she is sad and then she is mad. She likes to make up songs. It puts her to sleep so....whatever works.
Although it is kinda creepy like horror movie creepy to hear a little girl's voice sing in the middle of the night. Especially when you are half asleep. I wasn't sure at some point whether I should laugh at her singing or run for my life. Hell yeah I would leave the kids. They have been taught to fight for themselves. What do you think all that UFC Ryan watches is good for?
But all went quite around 4:30 or so. Then I woke up at 7 with Miles standing next to my head. No talking just "felt" him standing there.
Creepy kids is what I have. Very creepy.
Claire was up at 2:45am. Yep....AM. First Ryan left the room again. After Claire talked to me for 30 min, blabbing about who the hell knows what, cause I was doing my best to block her out without screaming, she announced, "I wanna go to my bed!"
GOOD. GO. And make sure you give daddy a big hug when you get there.
Then I hear very loud whispering. "Claire go to sleep!" I look into her room and she is in the corner of her bed. Smashed up into the wall of stuffed animals. And to my surprise, Ryan is smashed right next to her. Imagine a full grown man, a 2 year old and about 45 stuffed animals all in a twin sized bed. Love it. I felt less annoyed that he tried to sleep alone. Karma. It's a bitch.
Anyway....Ryan finally came to bed and Claire stayed in her room. Singing to herself. Loudly. Something about how she is happy and then she is sad and then she is mad. She likes to make up songs. It puts her to sleep so....whatever works.
Although it is kinda creepy like horror movie creepy to hear a little girl's voice sing in the middle of the night. Especially when you are half asleep. I wasn't sure at some point whether I should laugh at her singing or run for my life. Hell yeah I would leave the kids. They have been taught to fight for themselves. What do you think all that UFC Ryan watches is good for?
But all went quite around 4:30 or so. Then I woke up at 7 with Miles standing next to my head. No talking just "felt" him standing there.
Creepy kids is what I have. Very creepy.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Freakin' Party Pizzas
My kids love to eat crap. There I said it. I am not ashamed to admit it.
Ryan and I usually eat organic business because of his aversion to Partially Hydrogenated Oils or PHO. No not the Asian noodle bowls, but you know...the stuff in every processed food known to man.
There are some things that I love to eat with the kids. Any kind of chip with bright orange powder. Those always have PHO. And McDonald's. I don't know why I like it. Just something that satisfies my need for fat and grease. And it is pure deliciousness.
Then there are the party pizzas. My son won't eat any other kind of pizza. My daughter will eat anything really. Her favorite is salad, but she won't eat the party pizza. What is a mom to do?
My resolve has been to make a separate lunch for Claire and eat half of the stupid pizza with Miles.
God damn if it doesn't make me feel sick afterward. But party pizza y'all. Yum.
Ryan and I usually eat organic business because of his aversion to Partially Hydrogenated Oils or PHO. No not the Asian noodle bowls, but you know...the stuff in every processed food known to man.
There are some things that I love to eat with the kids. Any kind of chip with bright orange powder. Those always have PHO. And McDonald's. I don't know why I like it. Just something that satisfies my need for fat and grease. And it is pure deliciousness.
Then there are the party pizzas. My son won't eat any other kind of pizza. My daughter will eat anything really. Her favorite is salad, but she won't eat the party pizza. What is a mom to do?
My resolve has been to make a separate lunch for Claire and eat half of the stupid pizza with Miles.
God damn if it doesn't make me feel sick afterward. But party pizza y'all. Yum.
What the hell did I eat?
Last night I had by far the most disturbing/gut busting hilarious dream ever.
Miles was in the driveway looking at an inch worm. No biggie. I thought it was going to be one of those regular everyday, day residue dreams. Not so much.
All of the sudden the inch worm started jumping. Then dancing. Then singing. A la the WB frog. Then Miles, Claire and my mother hooked arms with said inch worm and started a high kick line.
(I know that was from Layla's dance recital.) What the fuck you ask? Me too.
I can't quite remember what they were singing, but I am positive it had something to do with Star Wars and Hello Kitty. * ho ho titty for those who miss that*
Anyway.....just thought I would share for those of you who think I am normal. Must have been all the wine in the gravy last night.
Miles was in the driveway looking at an inch worm. No biggie. I thought it was going to be one of those regular everyday, day residue dreams. Not so much.
All of the sudden the inch worm started jumping. Then dancing. Then singing. A la the WB frog. Then Miles, Claire and my mother hooked arms with said inch worm and started a high kick line.
(I know that was from Layla's dance recital.) What the fuck you ask? Me too.
I can't quite remember what they were singing, but I am positive it had something to do with Star Wars and Hello Kitty. * ho ho titty for those who miss that*
Anyway.....just thought I would share for those of you who think I am normal. Must have been all the wine in the gravy last night.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Miles the party animal
Last night we were at a friends birthday party. Claire's little buddy Ella, turned 2. Miles and Claire had so much fun.
Miles loves a good party. To be honest he loves ANY party. When the neighbors had a party a few weeks ago he was so excited to go. Granted it was a bunch of adults geeking out (see previous post) but he loved being part of it.
I am not sure what it is. Maybe all the people, the food, the music, or just the atmosphere. But he LOVES LOVES LOVES parties.
Anyway, he played with kids last night. There were 3 two year old girls, a 5 year old boy and a 7 year old girl. He was in pure heaven. The party was held at my friends parents house. It is huge. Perfect for allowing kids to run around and monkey about. Miles loved the food too. He was a fan of the brownie sundaes that were doled out.
On the way home he sang "happy birthday" to us. Why? I'm not quite sure, but he did. At least it kept him from falling asleep on the drive home. That would have been a bummer since it was only 6:30pm.
Let's hope he gets it out of his system now. What a downer that would be to see our house trashed from a teen party cause he can't help his damn self. I mean.....I guess it would be justice for my formative years, but really, I don't think Ryan could handle that.
Miles loves a good party. To be honest he loves ANY party. When the neighbors had a party a few weeks ago he was so excited to go. Granted it was a bunch of adults geeking out (see previous post) but he loved being part of it.
I am not sure what it is. Maybe all the people, the food, the music, or just the atmosphere. But he LOVES LOVES LOVES parties.
Anyway, he played with kids last night. There were 3 two year old girls, a 5 year old boy and a 7 year old girl. He was in pure heaven. The party was held at my friends parents house. It is huge. Perfect for allowing kids to run around and monkey about. Miles loved the food too. He was a fan of the brownie sundaes that were doled out.
On the way home he sang "happy birthday" to us. Why? I'm not quite sure, but he did. At least it kept him from falling asleep on the drive home. That would have been a bummer since it was only 6:30pm.
Let's hope he gets it out of his system now. What a downer that would be to see our house trashed from a teen party cause he can't help his damn self. I mean.....I guess it would be justice for my formative years, but really, I don't think Ryan could handle that.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
High kicks and sore asses
Our god daughter had her first dance recital today. She is 8. I loved it! So did Ryan. *serious sarcasm here* The best part was seeing my little god daughter who used to be painfully shy, kick ass in her high kick line. She was a rock star. The song was...."we rock" or something like that.
She was so damn cute I got a little teary. To stave off the pouring eyes and red face, which incidentally happens to all Asians in very flattering fluorescent light, I had to avert my eyes to the less then slim girls who were NOT kicking ass. It helped a little, but then I realized my ass hurt. 2 hours sitting in the White Bear Lake Senior High gym on bleachers sucks.
I certainly don't have the ass of a 16 year old anymore. But that is neither here nor there. It basically sucked sitting here. 2 kids who didn't really want to sit still and a husband who was appalled the TEACHERS did their own dancing. Solo. Was enough to make anyone uncomfortable.
I do have to say....no matter how torturous it was, I will go in a heart beat to see my god daughter dance her little legs off again. I just love her.
She was so damn cute I got a little teary. To stave off the pouring eyes and red face, which incidentally happens to all Asians in very flattering fluorescent light, I had to avert my eyes to the less then slim girls who were NOT kicking ass. It helped a little, but then I realized my ass hurt. 2 hours sitting in the White Bear Lake Senior High gym on bleachers sucks.
I certainly don't have the ass of a 16 year old anymore. But that is neither here nor there. It basically sucked sitting here. 2 kids who didn't really want to sit still and a husband who was appalled the TEACHERS did their own dancing. Solo. Was enough to make anyone uncomfortable.
I do have to say....no matter how torturous it was, I will go in a heart beat to see my god daughter dance her little legs off again. I just love her.
Friday, December 5, 2008
Oh the sass
Today I was at Jill's. She was telling me about the things her 13 year old says to her when he is crabby/sassy. I swear it sounds like my 2 year old.
The "I don't want to's" flow freely at these ages. I really DO feel bad for Ryan. He is going to have the hardest time with all the sass. For me, I was the queen of drama and I have a sharp tongue when it comes to being rude. So I can relate to my daughter. But Ryan.....not so much.
I guess only time will tell. My BFF says her mom used to ask why there wasn't a thing called "puberty island". This of course being said when she was a teenager. And....I guess I get it. I wonder if there is a toddler island. I keep telling Jill that once my kids hit puberty, they are going to our own personal "puberty island". Being their house. I mean at that point they would have already gone through it. Twice. What is two more? They will be pros.
Thanks Dian's in advance. Claire will be SO SO FUN!!!!!!
The "I don't want to's" flow freely at these ages. I really DO feel bad for Ryan. He is going to have the hardest time with all the sass. For me, I was the queen of drama and I have a sharp tongue when it comes to being rude. So I can relate to my daughter. But Ryan.....not so much.
I guess only time will tell. My BFF says her mom used to ask why there wasn't a thing called "puberty island". This of course being said when she was a teenager. And....I guess I get it. I wonder if there is a toddler island. I keep telling Jill that once my kids hit puberty, they are going to our own personal "puberty island". Being their house. I mean at that point they would have already gone through it. Twice. What is two more? They will be pros.
Thanks Dian's in advance. Claire will be SO SO FUN!!!!!!
Thursday, December 4, 2008
WHY?
Why does Claire insist on putting her fork or spoon in her drink? She stirs and stirs until it spills.
Why don't I stop her before said spill?
Another question for the kid gods.
Why don't I stop her before said spill?
Another question for the kid gods.
Happy Anniversary Dians
Happy Anniversary to a couple who is just like me and mine.
9 years is a long time. Or is it 8? Nick? No wait Layla is 8. Hee hee.
We love you guys. You are a wonderful couple full of fun and love. Congrats on not killing each other.
9 years is a long time. Or is it 8? Nick? No wait Layla is 8. Hee hee.
We love you guys. You are a wonderful couple full of fun and love. Congrats on not killing each other.
GAHHHH!!!
So last night was a rough one. Claire was up just about 2 hours after I fell asleep. Frick! Then of course per usual, Ryan left the room to "give us more room". He goes to sleep with Miles who is out cold and not tossing around.
Then it started.
"Mommy are you sleeping?"
"Mommy what are the boys doing?"
"Can I watch cartoons?"
"Look mommy there is a snake in your bed!"
(this got my attention and didn't warrant my usual "go back to sleep" answer)
"Mommy there are free (three) snakes in your bed. A green one a yellow one and a red and blue one"
"Silly me it is four snakes in your bed."
"Don't worry mommy they are tend (pretend) snakes. They not real."
Oh My Jesus! I tell you the conversation went on for hours. The girl did not fall back to sleep until around 4:30. She just talked to me all night whilst I tried to ignore the blathering. I must have said to her multiple times, "Claire if you don't go to sleep, mommy will be VERY crabby tomorrow!" She did not care. At some point I think she tried to sing me to sleep, but it was kind of a disturbing song about snakes and whatnot.
Finally while Ryan was getting up for work I was getting back to sleep. Then....Miles was up. At 6 am blowing his honkin' nose right next to his sister in my bed for God's sake. OH MY DAMN!
That is why I am blogging at 6:30 am when it is my day to sleep past 7. Look out people. It is going to be a rough one today.
Then it started.
"Mommy are you sleeping?"
"Mommy what are the boys doing?"
"Can I watch cartoons?"
"Look mommy there is a snake in your bed!"
(this got my attention and didn't warrant my usual "go back to sleep" answer)
"Mommy there are free (three) snakes in your bed. A green one a yellow one and a red and blue one"
"Silly me it is four snakes in your bed."
"Don't worry mommy they are tend (pretend) snakes. They not real."
Oh My Jesus! I tell you the conversation went on for hours. The girl did not fall back to sleep until around 4:30. She just talked to me all night whilst I tried to ignore the blathering. I must have said to her multiple times, "Claire if you don't go to sleep, mommy will be VERY crabby tomorrow!" She did not care. At some point I think she tried to sing me to sleep, but it was kind of a disturbing song about snakes and whatnot.
Finally while Ryan was getting up for work I was getting back to sleep. Then....Miles was up. At 6 am blowing his honkin' nose right next to his sister in my bed for God's sake. OH MY DAMN!
That is why I am blogging at 6:30 am when it is my day to sleep past 7. Look out people. It is going to be a rough one today.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Leftover breakfast dishes
I came home today and witnessed something truly disturbing.
In a hurry to leave this morning I didn't clean up the breakfast dishes. I walked into the kitchen and Claire's plate had mandarin oranges and cocoa puffs on it.
Cocoa puffs when wet and sitting for hours look like rabbit turds.
Gross.
In a hurry to leave this morning I didn't clean up the breakfast dishes. I walked into the kitchen and Claire's plate had mandarin oranges and cocoa puffs on it.
Cocoa puffs when wet and sitting for hours look like rabbit turds.
Gross.
Monday, December 1, 2008
I did it!
So I missed the big get together with graduates from my high school the other night. I was sad to miss it. But I was able to see some photos on facebook. My sister allowed me to use her account. I basically hijacked it.
I saw some of the photos. Some of the guys were adorable as usual. (Most of my friends were male in school. Wonder why?) Pretty much everyone looked the same. Can't say the same for myself, but I wasn't there. Hee hee.
Then I got hooked. I started looking at other peoples pages. So interesting. Now I know what all the hype is about. I am addicted to it. Fascinating stuff. Who married who. Most have married others from our high school. Weird huh? But they all look great.
Then I looked for other people I might know. And found them. Strange. Very strange.
Just call me cyber stalker.
I saw some of the photos. Some of the guys were adorable as usual. (Most of my friends were male in school. Wonder why?) Pretty much everyone looked the same. Can't say the same for myself, but I wasn't there. Hee hee.
Then I got hooked. I started looking at other peoples pages. So interesting. Now I know what all the hype is about. I am addicted to it. Fascinating stuff. Who married who. Most have married others from our high school. Weird huh? But they all look great.
Then I looked for other people I might know. And found them. Strange. Very strange.
Just call me cyber stalker.
*deep sigh*
Claire is getting really sassy. She is yelling at me and Ryan all the time about everything, and when she doesn't get her way she pouts with her lower lip stuck way out. Then she storms off to her room if the lights are on and slams the door.
Thank god for mild mannered Miles. He makes me feel like I just may make it through the teen years. Unless he goes with Ryan on those monthly camping trips. Then I am alone with the she devil. Serves me right according to my parents.
Thank god for mild mannered Miles. He makes me feel like I just may make it through the teen years. Unless he goes with Ryan on those monthly camping trips. Then I am alone with the she devil. Serves me right according to my parents.
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