Into My Mind

I should not watch romantic comedies. I just shouldn't watch "chick flicks." I just got done watching Sweet Home Alabama and again, like always, when it ended I thought "Damn, I want romance. I want to swept off my feet. I want that ending." What's funny though is that there's nothing wrong with my life. Hey we may not have as much romance as we used too, but hell there was enough for me to marry him (he was able to buy the cow, even when he was getting the milk for free). Plus with us almost being 8 years in, two full time jobs, three kids, who as time for the movie (or I guess storybook) endings?

If you're a woman, you should probably understand this. If you're a woman, you probably understand why depression follows romance novels. If you're a woman, you probably understand being content with what you have but wanting to live in a fantasy every once in awhile.

If you're a man... you're reading the wrong damn blog.

So, I've been having some problems with my speech lately. I either completely mess up the word or when I say something out loud it turns out to be something that is rather comical in a sexual manner. I just can't stop.

Last night - Trying to reconnect the cable cord to the VCR
"Jason, I just can't get it to stay."
"What?"
"Never mind, I was just screwing it wrong."
"Damn, is that how we ended up with three kids? All this time you thought you were preventing it and it turned out that you were just screwing it wrong."


Today - Working on Weff Riddles
The answer to the puzzle was herooftheday to which I exclaim before thinking "He roof the day!?" Jason couldn't stop laughing for about 10 minutes.

I love humor at my expense.

So when the same individual has a role in your dreams 5 nights in a row, should you take it has a sign that maybe you should contact them? What if you haven't spoken with them in roughly a year and haven't seen them in about 2 years? I have no clue why this person is showing up in my dreams now. In these dreams, there are also other individuals present. I can see their faces and full bodies and things seem to be in color, but I have no clue who these people are. I can't remember ever meeting them.

I've lost it and gone crazy!

The holidays were wonderful this year. Christmas Eve was great. During the party the big hit for Aiden seemed to be a Thomas the Train toy that you push around and makes noise, it's also a flashlight. The art easel was also set up for viewing and play between gift giving. The kids had a blast and were a blast to put to bed that night.

Christmas morning started at 4:30am with Nick, Aiden, and me. I was so glad to have that happen. From 4:30 - 5:15am I had to play fishing with Aiden. Aiden got a kit from my sister with the fishing pole and magnetic fish. Nick was already assembling his model car and multi-tasked by opening every box from Christmas Eve expecting instantaneous assembly. Moira has yet to stop walking around with her new chair and blanket.

The big hits from Santa seemed to be The Shell Shocker for Nick, the Kitchen for Moira, and the Basketball net for Aiden. The dart guns seemed to be popular for everyone; although they don't really use the dart board. They'd rather shoot them down the hall or at each other. Don't worry, they're Nerf darts.

I guess that's it. I'm back to being my obsessive compulsive self and worrying about money. Jason's even taken my access to the budget away, but personally I think that's made it worse because I can't even just sit and look at the numbers. Now, I get to imagine everything. He says were fine and I know we are (somewhere in my brain), but I still feel this need to worry. Maybe there's just nothing more important in my life to worry about right now. So, I've chosen to worry about money. No, I worry about other things too; like my mother-in-law moving, my sister, my mother, the kids with school, Jason, but money seems to always win my attention. Dude that sucks! Time to go take my happy pill.

It's Christmas eve, it's Christmas eve! The kids are so excited. Yesterday Nicklaus kept asking me how many more hours until we went to my mom's house. I had to tell him that we weren't going until the afternoon and he said "Well, had I known that I wouldn't have kept asking how much longer till tomorrow." Then, two hours later he asked me how long it was until we were going.

Yesterday, we wrapped all the gifts for the gathering. Nick helped wrap one gift before deciding that video games were more interesting, Moira helped wrap everything, and Aiden had more fun playing with the gifts then wrapping them.

Nick just informed me that he's going to be as nice as possible today because Santa comes tonight. Let's see how that goes, shall we?

meet my new adiction...

Weff Riddles

Yeah, have fun. evil laugh inserted here

Nick may have found the gifts for this year. We're not completely positive about this since all we know is that we busted him in the room where the items are hidden and the rest of the night I was getting questioned about how aren't parents suppose to buy gifts for their kids the same as Santa.

I asked him where that was coming from and he didn't really answer and then I was getting asked to clean out the "hideout." The area under the stairs is where the kids like to play, but quess what...

Nothing has been said yet this morning and I don't think I'm going to pursue it any further. I guess we'll just wrap and lay out the presents like we do every year and if I get questioned, I'll deal with it then.

What's weird though, is that I was actually very depressed last night thinking about whether or not he had found the gifts and whether his belief in the magical was still intact.

I'm done, I'm done. Assembly required I'm done! Now it's up to my sister to figure out how to wrap the damn thing. Hee hee, I worked all night to finish the assembly just so I could get out of the wrapping. Sucka!! Have fun!!

I just noticed that I like exclamation points! I could use them all the time! Aren't they nice?! See, I even used on there!

Sorry I haven't posted more frequently. I never realized how much I would just randomly post during the day when items came to me and now being censored, I can't. Stinkage!

Not a lot is going on. I'm still trying to get ready for Christmas. The only gift left to buy is my Dad's, but I'm still in the process of putting my Mom's gift together. You would think that adult gift wouldn't come "assembly required."

The kids are on cycle break now for the rest of the month. They're loving it. Moira got a bike for Christmas from the Grandparents W and she's been on it quite a bit since then. Nick got the Pirates of the Caribbean Battleship, which he adores. Aiden got a playdoh station and I think that has just rocked the house since all the kids seem to enjoy it. Now, it's time to get ready for the Grandparents S Christmas. That one should be wild since I think it involves around 23 people.

Must go to work now. My life is just one bundle of joy after another. I wish I could shake this mood I'm in because honestly I'm not really in the Christmas spirit anymore and I'm just not up for a big January birthday celebration. I would participate in the birthday celebration, but it is Nick's birthday month too and I would feel like I was depriving him in some way if we didn't go. Oh well, maybe I'll be in a better mood by the time it comes around. We'll see.

Okay, it seems I can't post from work anymore because I'm being filtered for sexual content. I guess I said the word sex too much. Or maybe penis or boobs or maybe it was sex after all. Anyway, this story stems from work but I had to wait to post it now...

Another Bathroom Pet Peeve of Mine (yes, I'm fully aware that I have a lot of issues with the bathroom)

The Squatter

I just have a simple question for the squatters out there. If you are so concerned with hygiene and feel the need to hover above the toilet in order to not catch any funky butt diseases, then why can't you wipe the seat when you're done? I may not appreciate cell phone use in the restroom, but I'll take that over having to wipe someone else's pee off the seat before I can go.

I knew that when I became a mother I'd have to clean up after my children, especially the boys, but I never imagined having to clean up after a grown adult. Instead of squatting, please just take some toilet paper and create a protective barrier for yourself on the seat. Then, you can just flush it all down when you're done.

Thank you.

A Spanish teacher was explaining to her class that in Spanish, unlike English, nouns are designated as either masculine or feminine.
"House" for instance, is feminine: "la casa."
"Pencil," however, is masculine: "el lapiz."
A student asked, "What gender is 'computer'?"
Instead of giving the answer, the teacher split the class into two groups, male and female, and asked them to decide for themselves whether "computer" should be a masculine or a feminine noun.
Each group was asked to give four reasons for its recommendation.

The men's group decided that "computer" should definitely be of the feminine gender ("la computadora") because:
1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic.
2. The native language they use to communicate with other computers is incomprehensible to everyone else.
3. Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long term memory for possible later retrieval; and
4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself spending half your paycheck on accessories for it.

(THIS GETS BETTER!)

The women's group, however, concluded that computers should be masculine ("el computador") because:
1. In order to do anything with them, you have to turn them on.
2. They have a lot of data but still can't think for themselves.
3. They are supposed to help you solve problems, but half the time, the ARE the problem; and
4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that if you had waited a little longer, you could have gotten a better model.

The women won

Have your sound on please!!

I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas

I've been trying to post a video to go along with this story since yesterday, but I can't get it to work. So, screw it and here's the story.

Yesterday the boys came by my work because Jason had to take Nick to the doctor. Aiden ended up needing to use the restroom and I'm the one that took him. He didn't just need to pee though, he had to poop. My children cannot do this duty without singing. And so I was serenaded by the song referenced in this video (which is now not here. The song is called "The Best Day Ever" from Spongebob Square Pants). While in the restroom the following occurred:

Aiden: singing "The Best Day Ever"
Me: "Let me know when you're done okay." (he locked me out of the stall being that he's independent, but with only being three he's still not a pro at the wiping thing)
Someone else enters the restroom...
Aiden: halts singing "Mom, you peeing?"
Me: "No, I'm not peeing."
Aiden: "Oh, someone else is peeing?"
Me: "Yes, someone else is using the bathroom."
Aiden: "Okay, are they pooping like me too?"
Me: Totally embarrassed and tried to hide my face as they emerged from the stall. This woman was trying so hard not to laugh, but she just couldn't control it.
Aiden: "I'm not done yet, okay? Poop is still coming out."
Me: "Okay, just let me know when you're done."

Public restrooms are always so much fun.

We're not sure why, but we do know that the school is closed again. The kids were thrilled and whooped and hollered, but then again what kids wouldn't be thrilled. I still have to go to work though. I think adults should have snow days too.

We're stopping Nick's new meds. We don't like the side effects of the Strattera. He hasn't slept through a solid night since starting it. One thing my kids need is their sleep. I'll just have to call the doctor tomorrow and let them know.

I would like everyone to say a prayer for my sister, if you're the praying type. This Friday on her way home from work and piece of ice fell off the car in front of her and hit her truck. She was lucky enough to see it in enough time to slow, but not enough to move out of the way. The ice took off one headlight, wrecked her bumper, and punctured her air conditioning coils. Hopefully, it won't be too bad to fix but I know it wasn't what she wanted to happen. Who would? My mom and I are thankful though because if she hadn't slowed, who knows what it would have hit?

I guess that's all the news for tonight. Just catching up on the last episode of Survivor.

Our first snow at our first house.

Who ever thought your back stairs could be a slide?
We all wanted to slide down at least once.