Into My Mind

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I hope you enjoy the gloves you bought yourself.
Oh, I'm sure I will, I usually enjoy my own thoughtfulness.

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Well, the problem is you can't fight off an army of blood-thirsty Vikings with a shenai, it's illogical.

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That there is one damn fine coat you're wearin'.

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When it comes to reassuring a traumatized 19-year-old, I'm about as expert as a palsy victim doing brain surgery with a pipe wrench.

Last night my sister came over for the evening and we drove my older two kids over to their paternal grandparents' house to spend the night. During the drive, we hear Nick say "Yes, I believe in Jesus, God, and Santie Claus." We thought that to be a rather strange portion of a conversation, but hey they're kids. Then, Moira proved that I am truly raising my children properly with this gem...

"I believe in Jesus, God, and Santa Claus too, but Santa Claus is probably my favorite. Yeah, I think I like Santa best because he brings us lots of stuff."

Cha-ching!!!! My kids will also tell you if your hair is graying or your fat. I should definitely win that parenting award this year I know it.

I just took this picture and have absolutely fallen in love with my kids again. I know that doesn't seem possible because as a parent you always love them, but this just makes my heart melt the way it did when they were born. I totally, immediately emailed it to J too.

God we miss him so much and I just had to share this right away. They all insisted on wearing his shirts as pajamas tonight. Don't tell Aiden, but I'm the only one that has ever worn the pumpkin shirt. He thinks it's his dad's and that's all that matters!

Jason said that Moira looks like me, but I still don't see it. I must be blind.

Last night after getting home from the ER (totally a different story) Aiden was munching on some chocolate covered sunflower seeds that I had. I'm in the kitchen finishing some stuff up before bed and Nick comes running in "MOM, MOM I NEED YOUR HELP! IT'S STUCK!"

Me: "It's stuck? Oh God what did Aiden do?"
Nick: "Not Aiden, me. I got it stuck up my nose."
Me: "You got what stuck up your nose?"
Nick: "One of those candies."
Me: "Nick that is totally not funny, you did not stuck a sunflower seed up your nose. Did you?"
Nick: "I got a white one stuck. Just look, it's stuck."
Me: "Your joking." I say this as I look up his nostril. "Oh my God, you really did stick a sunflower seed up your nose. What were you thinking? Okay, we'll it doesn't look too stuck, just grab a tissue and try to blow it out. I bet it will come right out."

Nick starts to leave the kitchen, stops, closes his left nostril, and blows. The next thing I know I've got a white sunflower seed shooting across the kitchen.

Me: "Nick, I told you to get a tissue."
Nick is laughing hysterically at this point and I'm starting to cry from laughing so hard.
Me: "What possessed you to stick that up your nose?"
Nick: "I don't know, I just wanted to see what would happen."

Even at age 8, they still have gathered all the wisdom of the world.

Well, we're in. The kids and I are now living at the house and our fish have successfully been moved to their new home. I think I'm enjoying this, but the bills have already started to roll in and the kids have discovered that there are no neighbors to hear them when they scream. So the noise has definitely remained a factor. I have yet to get things unpacked and really have no desire to do so. You'd think I'd be excited and all ready to tackle the bags and boxes, but really I'm just tired.

I go tomorrow to get my eyes checked for the first time in about three years and I'm starting to wonder if that isn't part of the cause for headaches and tiredness. I'm sure my prescription has change quite a bit. It has always changed in the past and now when I take my glasses off, I'm lucky if I can make out the outline of whatever it is I'm looking at. FORGET ANY LETTERS OR NUMBERS!

I inherited an exercise machine from my mom. I've only used it once since getting it two night ago, but the kids absolutely think it's a junglegym. I think I'm just babbling now because my fingers keep typing but I'm really not thinking about what's coming out.

so tired!

I have found yet another site that I love. I feel that every child deserves a shirt that says "Binky, Boobie, or Blankie" "Nobody Rides for Free"! My kids probably deserve the "My Parents are Big Gay Liberals" shirt. There are so many to choose from. I think I may pick one for my brother and his new arrival due in June; maybe the "Made From Recycled Genetic Material" tee.

So in love with the site!!

Baby Wit

We're all moved in now and have slept in our own house for two nights. Freaky, but GREAT feeling. The kids seem to like the house and have already laid claim to their respective areas and have mastered the digital cable remote, etc. I've taken more pictures, but have been too lazy to finish hooking up all the computer accessories. So, I'll try to get them downloaded tonight, but no promises.

I get the new fish tank today!...or at least I hope they remember to bring it today. Now my only concern is that our two monstrous fish survived for it. Here's the story...
I had to move the two fish back into one 10 gallon tank because since I'm adopting three little fish they needed somewhere to go (that tank is now set-up on the boys dresser). So, the two big fish are sharing 10 gallons and you'd think that'd be bad enough but no the morning of the move Aiden had some fun. Since we were getting ready to move furniture, I moved the tank to the floor. Ready access for Aiden who decided the fish looked hungry and dumped their entire container of food in the tank. Well, I didn't have time to clean it up right that moment b/c the move had begun so it had to wait. When I got there yesterday morning, I did a massive water change (two times) and removed about half the gravel. There were still remnants of food in the tank, but it's the best I could do. We'll see if they survived tonight.

This wasn't Aiden's only fishing adventure though considering last week he thought that Dora needed some footwear and dropped his shoe in her tank. Two year olds rock!

Better go now and leave for the day ahead. I promise pictures will follow soon.

The boys' room at the house is now ready for furniture. They are very happy with the outcome. Nick and Moira worked really hard to make it turn out this way and Aiden helped alittle, but was rather grumpy.

It's been like 4 hours since my plea for fish salvation and people I was heard. Praise be, glorious voices, I was heard.

I was searching "Craig's List" for an aquarium (thanks for the introduction my dear Missy) and found a 55 gallon for $100. I called on it and it was still available. Just at moment I was overheard and it led to a discussion of how I was inflicting fish genocide at my house and they were like "Hey I've got a 30 gallon tank. Do you want it?" and I was like "Oh yeah, mamacita. I'll pay you too."

So, my fish will be getting a new home on Monday and I will be adopting three new fish in the process.

To anyone out there that would hate to see the poor creatures die:

I am setting up a savings jar in hopes of getting a 40 gallon fish tank. My poor huge goldfish are suffering being trapped in 10 gallon tanks. There is not enough room for the water to circulate out their ammonia emissions and franking with one flick of the tail they're at the opposite end of their respective tanks (meaning not much movement).

In short (as a house warming idea hint, hint), if you know me and we all chip in I can get that tank and not kill my fish. I almost gave them away, but the kids and my husband believe or not, about freaked out on me.

Just for your information: depending on where I can get one, tanks of this size are around $200 and I even have a table that it can sit on because those also cost around $100-200.

See that's not that much to get together, right?

Here's a picture of the house we bought. I'll post more pictures once I get them.
This is a three bedroom split level with unfinished basement. It's really nice and in the midst of being painted; well the bedrooms at least.

So its been about a week again since my last post. It's what I get for complaining about not having an exciting life, everything happens at once. So, here's a rundown on this past week.

Monday - Go to work. Took the boys to the doctor only to find out that they both have a cold and sinus infection (which later I get). Pick up Jason from the airport. YEA he's home!!!!

Tuesday - Don't go to work. Go with Jason and buy a house.

Wednesday - Go to work. Jason's still home.

Thursday - Go to work. Jason's still home.

Friday - Don't go to work; too sick. Did go to the movies with Jason. We saw Underworld Evolution (our type of movie).

Saturday - Jason gets back on an airplane and heads to Louisiana...again. I cry like a baby. I'm getting so sick of putting him on planes. I can't wait for him to come home for good or until the end of the next hurricane season.