Into My Mind

This is the reason why, even when blogging, you should pay attention to your kids. While I was writing the post about our day earlier this evening, I heard Big A in the fridge. I am now referring to him as Big A, because he really is a solid kid. He may only be 22 months old, but he can knock down his older siblings. Anyway, so I hear him in the fridge which is typical because the boy thinks that if he's hungry he might as well help himself to some cheese or a hot dog.

Since this is such a common occurrence now, I just remind here at the computer typing and hollered "Get Out of the Fridge!" I actually had to yell twice, but then he came bouncing into the family room to join the rest of us. I ended my post and went into the kitchen to add the peppers to the "Peppered Steak and Rice" and Big A follows me in; of course hoping that something may drop that he can eat. I add the peppers, turn around and see him grinning by the fridge. I take a step forward, inquiring about what he may want, and look down to find that he was not getting cheese a few moments back, he was breaking eggs on my floor. Oh, was he proud of himself.

I only had three eggs left in the carton, so I placed the one remaining egg on the fridge shelf and disposed of the container and the crack eggs and egg juice all over my floor. I call my mom, ask a cooking question, notice J just got home and turn around to see Big A in the fridge again. This time he wants his drink refilled. As I approach to fill the drink I notice Big A heading away from the fridge. Big A threw away the remaining egg. He was so happy and I can only imagine what he was thinking. It had to go something like this...

"Mom, you are such a crazy fool. You threw away the other eggs, but you forgot this one. I guess I'll just fix your screw-up." - - Plop the pretty, intact egg goes in the trash.

I love my kids; they are such helpful little boogers.

The first day of vacation has come to a close. I understand it's just a little after six, but dinner is being cooked and no more adventures are planned.

Today we went to IHOP for breakfast and then to the Science Center and then to the park. Oh yeah, between the Science Center and the park we made a field trip to take J a milk shake. IHOP was about unbearable, but quickly improved once the food was served. Children are so much more fun with their mouths full. The Science Center was just crazy. Have you ever tried following three children at once? Yes, there was two of us (my mother-in-law and I), but that still "one child left behind" and I believe the policy is "no child left behind". The park was probably the best activity of the day, but at that point I think we adults were too tired to really care what the kids were doing.

Now, I must finish cooking dinner because that just brings us one step closer to bedtime.

16 minutes till 6 days of vacation!!! Hallelujah, hallelujah...

I can't even write those words (hallelujah) without that song going through my head and I can't even have that song going through my head without thinking of that scene in "Face Off" where Nicolas Cage is dressed up as the priest and the choir is singing the song as he starts to feel up one of the girls.

Lord, I need a vacation!

I am a horrible wife. This should have been posted Saturday, September 24th, the day the world changed 31 years ago. We were busy installing the washer and dryer in the a.m. and busy doing nothing in the p.m. So, I just didn't get off my ass to post.

To the One I Love

Happy Birthday to the man I love.
You may be getting old, but I've never told.
You may be getting gray, but I will forever stay;
pointing and mocking each and every day.
You may have the smarts, the brains, and the looks,
but where would you be without me as your cook?
Happy Birthday to the man I love.

J turned 31 this weekend. He has now stumbled over one of the bumps on the way to being over the hill. hee hee

As of 7pm last night, I washed, dried, folded, and put away the first load of clothes washed in my house; in my new washer and drier!!

This is one of the best clips I've seen in awhile.

George Bush Hates Muppets

Hello, if you would like to see my right breast today, just walk by my left side. I am wearing the "pucker" shirt and didn't realize it would pucker until I was already over half way to work. One would think that you would know this in advance, but it's the first time I've ever worn this shirt. It was one of many contributions from my sister.

Oh on a side note, one should not give away pants that are missing the entire crotch. One should not give said pants to the sister that dresses in such a rush heading out the door that she will not notice the missing crotch until after visiting the laundry mat, Mills mall, and grocery store. The missing crotch is realized upon sitting down on the family room floor to watch TV and having one's husband say, "hey did you realize you have a huge hole in those?"

Back to the original topic of pucker. Although J quite enjoys the pucker shirt, it is annoying the ever-living crap out of me. I have never touched my chest so much, and not in a sexual manner either, in a goddamn stay shut already. Luckily, I have found a position in which to sit that no one else has noticed the pucker. (damn breasts)

No fight broke out last night, so I don't have much to report. Most people were in a cordial mood, although I was not. I've been peeved lately, but you know what I give up. Keep on living your lives people and I'll keep on living mine. BUT... this goes out to those particular few (and you know who you are) if I choose to take any actions in my life that you choose not to agree with; keep your mouths shut. I have been biting my tongue for long enough that if I get a "better than thou" speech, an "I think you should do this" speech, or any such berating; all hell will break loose. I will become the biggest, most vicious, bitch you have ever met.

On a happy note... I GET A WASHER AND DRYER SOON!!!! Plus Saturday is my husband's birthday and if I can get someone to take my kids, I will remain naked the entire day for his viewing pleasure. HA! That was so funny, actually I'm just looking for a babysitter so we can go to dinner and a movie.

I felt it was time for a little sprucing up around here. I did like my previous background, but sometimes you just need a change of scenery. Also, with the change of scenery comes a change in perspective. I have decided to become less judgmental and cynical. No, just joking I'll probably remain just as judgmental as before. This time though, I may share more of my views. I'm tired of sugar coating my views for the public. Family or not, I'm going to start sharing my views (opinions) on certain topics and everyone can just take it as it is...just another asshole; everyone's got one and some stink worse than others.

I have no major views to share at this time. I did have a very fulfilling pro-life vs pro-choice discussion with someone yesterday, but other than that not much else has come up. I do need to catch up on my Robert's questioning though. I would like to have a better view of who may become our next supreme justice. I have my hesitations, he seems swell enough but that is what kinda worries me.

I guess that's it for now. I must attend a birthday party this evening, I doubt much posting will come of it unless a fight breaks out.

I've decided blogging is for angry people. They have so much more to write. You can only read so much about what goes on in the bellies of my family and me before getting utterly bored. Plus, without having something to be irate about it's kinda hard to come up with something to post.

I'm not an angry person; neurotic, anal, sometimes compulsive, but not so much angry. I try to think of myself more of a laugh line person, not a scowled forehead person. I will try harder Internets, I promise. I know I can find something political, economical, or the like to be pissed about and share my rant with you. Until then, you're just going to have to get used to me talking about the idle happenings of my life.

Now, I must try to track people down for a night out on the town. I fear it's a little late notice, but sometimes you're lucky enough to find another person as desperate as you.

Seriously screwed-up, pot smokin', crack takin', hallucinogenic dream. Here is my dream from last night (very real sensation by the way).

Decided to get my tubes tied. J and I didn't want any more children and this seemed like a permanent, yet not permanent fix. Then, find out female friend could not have a child. Female friend requests I be the "carrier" and they would pay for the procedure. I agree.

Go through procedure, only to change one's mind. I no longer wanted to be the "carrier" because I wasn't too keen on the father. Female friend informs me that it's too late to change my mind. I express how I do not want said father present at appointments or delivery. Female friend pretty much says screw you, he's the father.

Move to scene of doctor's appointment with both female friend and male figure present (one on each side of my head).

Move to scene of delivery. Me with legs in stir-ups, female friend, and male figure present. Me crying saying I don't want father figure present in the room looking at my nether regions. Female friend informing to get over it it's his child he can look. Me getting very irate saying it may be his child but it's my crotch.

I wake up!

Seriously screwed-up, pot smokin', crack takin', hallucinogenic dream. Here is my dream from last night (very real sensation by the way).

I love it when J comes down from putting A to bed and has a story to tell.
Last night the story went as follows:

While sitting in the rocker watching Stargate, A twists himself into a squirmy sideways position and lets a nice, long, vibrating fart out. Then, twists back into the normal sitting position, smiles graciously at his dad, and says "Butt!" To which daddy replies "Yeah, stinking butt." The boy then nestles in and falls asleep for the night.

Kids are so great sometimes!!

This is just a quick line to let everyone know that the party went well on Friday.

We made cards for the hurricane relief workers. These cards let the kids know that anyone can be a hero and it was their way of thanking all those helping at this time of difficulty.

We played our gift "unwrapping" game and the kids had fun. I wrapped a gift for each child anywhere from 2 - 5 times. This kids sat in a circle and took turns unwrapping the gifts one layer at a time. They each liked their gift and I only had 2 children that didn't understand the concept of only one gift per child.

I have now been nominated to plan the Christmas party and probably every party from here on out this year. For the winter party, the parents that helped Friday agreed that we should meet ahead of time to plan the party and then meet again if there is any preparation needed. I think the Hero party was rough just because I had one week to put it together and had never done it before.

I guess that's it. The weekend sucked and part of me is glad to be returning to work.

Okay, I don't have much to say at this time.

I know that I still have not commented on the tragedies of the past 10 days and I'm choosing not to comment at this time. Partially, I am not commenting because I have a feeling some of my readers actually like George W Bush and honestly I don't. I didn't like his father either if that helps settle the issue. Partially, I am not commenting because until I get the final word I'm waiting for, I could not say anything that has not already been said by countless others.

I am currently in the midst of planning a party for N's class on Friday. I've decided that I'm not actually "planning" this event because I've discovered that other parents don't wait for calls. They just decide what they think would be good for this type of party (Hero is the theme) and go buy a bunch of crap. I'm just here for them to call and let me know what they're sending. I put a smile in my voice and say "Oh my goodness, what a great idea. Thanks and I'm sure the kids will love it." I guess I am being a little snotty. I said above that I'm tired and overwhelmed...excuse enough.

That's pretty much it for now. If we get any response for the news we're waiting on, I'll post later. If we don't hear back today, I'll post when I have details to share. No sense is discussing things that haven't come to fruition yet.

Isn't this one of the most handsome men you have ever seen? This is a photo of my dad at age 17.

Dad,

I love you and thank you for serving your country as a Marine.
Semper Fi! and HooRah!