Happy Monday. I hope this finds you all smiling. Isn't that funny - I'm suggesting that you all be happy and smiling and you all should know by now I'm as grumpy as they come. It's called "Mumbles" for goodness sake. Let's get started.
1. I decided to keep myself too busy on Sunday to get home in time to do a weekend recap. So here goes: Friday - Till went to his mother's mother's house. We stayed home and hung out. I played a board game with TO. Saturday - We had T-ball in the morning and we played a coach who was VERY competitive. His kids could catch and were consistently getting our little ones out. We pretended not to notice and let them run the bases anyway. That's what the rules say! After T-ball, we went home, had lunch, and TO and OJ napped. Then Mama napped. It was Heavenly. After the three of us were up, Hubs napped. Then Hubs left to hang out with some cousins of his and watch that UFC crap. I like nearly all sports, even boxing, but the UFC stuff is too "street fight breaking out" scenario for me. Gives me the creeps. Sunday - We got up early and headed to my college town where my grandparents live. I dropped Hubs, TO, and OJ off with them and my sisters, my best girl friend and running partner met me there, and off we went on our six miler. Ouch. We stayed and visited, and then picked up Till in the neighboring town on our way home. We also detoured to my dad's house to say hi (Really? I just wanted to grab a coke from his fridge.) before heading home.
2. I typically have no problems with handicap situations. I'm comfortable around nearly everyone I encounter, from physical to mental retardation, to just plain stupidity. However, I tend to crinkle my nose in confusion when radio commercials have someone with a lisp advertising something that uses the "S" sound. A LOT. I heard one this morning and it just didn't make the mattress he was trying to sell sound appealing. He kept repeating words like "sleep", "Sealy", "Simmons", "mattreSS", and "sale". Maybe I'm lisp-phobic. I don't know. Why couldn't they hire that guy to sell a radio and couch, or something?
3. During the usual DROP (TO), DROP (OJ), and RETURN (to TO) at daycare, the before school teacher said to me, "He is the sweetest boy!" Apparently TO and his friend Lauren were going to play Connect Four. He immediately asked what color she wanted to be. I guess the other kids always choose their color first. This wasn't at all surprising to me, however. I know TO is special. It's just nice to see others see it in him as well. I think he was blushing.
4. Speaking of TO, the kindergarten teacher was there this morning and she stated that they evaluated them on Friday. She said he knew his ABCs (uhh, yeah), his numbers (uhh, yeah), recognize sounds (uhh, yeah), and could recognize sight words (uhh, yeah). She determined that he would be bumped to 1st grade reading. That made me smile. Uhh, yeah.
5. Last week for the 1/2 marathon training, we had to run 4-2-4 on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday. We don't run these runs together because we live too far away to meet up each evening. After I'd run the 4 miler on Thursday, I was lounging in my bed and received a text from previously mentioned running partner. It simply read, "Suck." I giggled.
6. I've mentioned before that a hearty wave of thanks when you're let into traffic can go a long way, and can sometimes make or break a person's morning. If they were on the verge of getting grumpy and someone appeared ungrateful, that just might push them to the "Grinch" side of the scale. I just wanted to state here that I let someone into the turn/merge lane when she was inches away from having to go straight instead of right. I got a wave. And now I'm on the "Santa" side of the scale. Well, okay, let's be honest. I'm more in the middle, but it could have tipped me to Grinch if she didn't give that little gesture. I'm sensitive like that.
7. I admit, I have another issue. There is an Irish Fest in town this weekend or next. I love that people take pride in heritage and that there are festivals to support and celebrate them. HOWEVER...and I preface this by saying I am part Irish.....I am having a difficult time taking the Fest seriously in the "celebration of heritage" capacity. Maybe it's the silly accent, the Rs at the end of words, the dancing, the drinking, the term lad or lass that gets abused. Or maybe it's just the image of the tiny dancing leotarded leprechauns. I don't know.
8. Quik Trip has a billboard posted on my drive into work. It reads, "Paninis are for weenies." Maybe you've seen this slogan. I had to giggle. Why? I think I agree.
9. Speaking of lunch, I brought a bag of Doritos to eat with my sandwiches this week. It took all I had this weekend not to open the bag and eat them. They are now sitting up in my work cupboard calling out my name. Oh, to taste the cool ranch.....
10. Saturday night while Hubs was out, I treated TO to a bomb pop. And I made myself some brownies. I strategically gave him the bomb pop as I was prepared to lick the batter bowl. He saw the bowl and requested a lick. I said, "You can have one, but that's it. I don't want you to get sick from the egg and oil in here." He takes his lick and grins at me. He says, "I only get one lick because this is my treat (holding up the bomb pop) and that is YOUR treat (pointing to the bowl). Right, Mama?" Hmm. "Well, yes, but it's ALSO because I don't want you to get sick." He smiles and turns back to his cartoon. He knows me too well.
Monday, August 31, 2009
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Friday, August 28, 2009
The Kids Said WHAT?
My blogfriend Cammie over at The House of No Sleep has started a trend. She's got kids. Her kids say things that make you cock your head to the side and go....WHAT? I think we all have those experiences. I had a couple WHAT? moments I wanted to share with you, and thought this would be a FABulous time to link up Cammie. Happy Friday!
1. TO has been in kindergarten for a week now, including today. Yesterday morning on the way to school, I started up a conversation with him. I said, "Well you've had school for three days now. What do you think you like best so far?" I was expecting him to say playing with friends, or singing songs. You know, regular kindergarten *stuff*. He responded straight faced, "I like going home." Alrighty then.
2. TO had his birthday last week, as you all know. The morning of his birthday he received a new bike and a couple of presents from his brothers. I reminded him to tell Daddy thanks for the bike before he left for work, so he did. Daddy reminded him, as he ran back to the kitchen, to tell Mama thanks too. He didn't hear him. No big deal, right? Later that evening after dinner, we are in the living room playing his new board game from Till when my sister called to wish him happy birthday and ask what he'd received. He stated that he got a game from Till, a basketball from OJ, and a bike from Dad. My sister responded, "Well what did Mama get you?" She was sure that I didn't just neglect my beloved on his fifth birthday. He responded, "Mama didn't get me anything. Maybe she didn't have any money?" Thanks, kid.
3. Obviously OJ isn't exactly full of words yet. He's 16 months old. But he's learning about poo-poo in his diaper. He points to it and sometimes makes the "poo" sound, sometimes he grunts. The other day he grunted/poo'd and pointed to his bottom. We rushed him to his toilet, peeled off the diaper, and POOP he went into the bowl! We were so excited. Okay, I was really excited and I clapped and cheered and he clapped and cheered with me. Not exactly a kids said WHAT? moment, but I figured we couldn't leave OJ out of the mix.
Happy Friday, everyone. Feel free to link back to Cammie if you have a Kids said WHAT? moment to share!
1. TO has been in kindergarten for a week now, including today. Yesterday morning on the way to school, I started up a conversation with him. I said, "Well you've had school for three days now. What do you think you like best so far?" I was expecting him to say playing with friends, or singing songs. You know, regular kindergarten *stuff*. He responded straight faced, "I like going home." Alrighty then.2. TO had his birthday last week, as you all know. The morning of his birthday he received a new bike and a couple of presents from his brothers. I reminded him to tell Daddy thanks for the bike before he left for work, so he did. Daddy reminded him, as he ran back to the kitchen, to tell Mama thanks too. He didn't hear him. No big deal, right? Later that evening after dinner, we are in the living room playing his new board game from Till when my sister called to wish him happy birthday and ask what he'd received. He stated that he got a game from Till, a basketball from OJ, and a bike from Dad. My sister responded, "Well what did Mama get you?" She was sure that I didn't just neglect my beloved on his fifth birthday. He responded, "Mama didn't get me anything. Maybe she didn't have any money?" Thanks, kid.
3. Obviously OJ isn't exactly full of words yet. He's 16 months old. But he's learning about poo-poo in his diaper. He points to it and sometimes makes the "poo" sound, sometimes he grunts. The other day he grunted/poo'd and pointed to his bottom. We rushed him to his toilet, peeled off the diaper, and POOP he went into the bowl! We were so excited. Okay, I was really excited and I clapped and cheered and he clapped and cheered with me. Not exactly a kids said WHAT? moment, but I figured we couldn't leave OJ out of the mix.
Happy Friday, everyone. Feel free to link back to Cammie if you have a Kids said WHAT? moment to share!
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Quality Time: TO OJ
No matter if we're talking about becoming a new mom, starting a new job, or moving into a new place, we all set expectations for ourselves. We all have high hopes that we will maintain a level of "whatever it is" that is needed to qualify as "_______ of the year". We vow to never allow downtime to be our trap for slouching on the job. We vow that our new home will remain dirty dish-free and the toilets will be scrubbed every Saturday morning. We vow that the new car gets vacuumed each week and detailed every two.
As new moms, we tend to set a large number of expectations, some that are feasible, some that are not. They end up taking a number on the priority list, and may get forgotten as the child ages. But what I'm learning is that I MUST force myself to maintain some of these expectations and not allow myself the luxury of relaxing.
My parents didn't relax. The only image that keeps replaying in my mind is my mother, cleaning. I see my dad outside mowing and I see my mom cleaning the bathrooms, the closets, dusting. I see myself huffing and puffing that she'd even THINK to ask me to help. I wasn't the best helper and she was so determined to get it all done, she almost always did it herself. I envy her, but I'm also sorry that I didn't learn this habit for myself back then.
There have been things that have started to slip in the TOOJ house. First, quality time. Second, reading at bedtime. *GASP* the horror, right? Third, quiet time with Hubs.
What can I do about these? Well, thanks for asking. I've started and here is my plan: Do NOT sit down when I get home until all kids are in bed. Sounds simple, right? But it isn't. And I'm sitting here now with all three kids tucked in and I'm exhausted. What's worse is that this is technically 30 minutes before Till's bedtime. But it has to be done, at least for a little while. At least until my sister comes to her senses, drops out of law school, and becomes my live-in nanny (free of pay, mind you).
Tonight, however, I got all things accomplished. I arrived home, and I had to get in my two miles. I decided to get in quality time with TO right then. He got out his bike (with training wheels-he's so adorable) and off we went. I went slower than usual, but we made it with only a few mishaps and tip overs. Back at home, I cooked dinner and spent some quality time with OJ while it cooked, kissing and tickling him. They ate and into the bath went TO and OJ. Some more QT for me while I washed them up and smelled them all over. Mmmmm. TO and Till hung for a bit while I cuddled OJ, and while we watched Wipeout as a family (sans Hubs who got alone time with the computer) I put OJ to sleep, which is a rarity. I typically make him put himself to sleep in his bed. I couldn't resist cuddling tonight.
With him fast asleep and Wipeout over, TO and I brushed his teeth and into his bed we went. He read to me and then I tucked him in. Next came Till and his nightly homework check. After all was well with him, he showered and went off to bed. Nightly homework check with him will get progressively longer, so I relish these short "good job" checks.
Hubs just went out and got me a Coke. He's sweet like that. Now I need to get in some quality time with him...if we can manage to NOT talk about hot topics - money, where time is spent, who does what and how it equals out - you know, all the marital silliness that keeps us from the true, relaxed state of just BEING together.
This will be my night, every night of the week, for the foreseeable future. Soon, TO will start bringing me homework as well. This is where I cannot fathom working a job so far away that doesn't get me in my driveway until 5:30-5:45 every night. It's just not possible unless someone adds hours to the clock. People often wonder why some women would prefer to be at home, but when you look at all the hours we log away from our children, and all the quality time we miss out on....it's really a very easy thing to understand. These years are the base for learning, loving, and shaping. Who wouldn't want to be there?
As new moms, we tend to set a large number of expectations, some that are feasible, some that are not. They end up taking a number on the priority list, and may get forgotten as the child ages. But what I'm learning is that I MUST force myself to maintain some of these expectations and not allow myself the luxury of relaxing.
My parents didn't relax. The only image that keeps replaying in my mind is my mother, cleaning. I see my dad outside mowing and I see my mom cleaning the bathrooms, the closets, dusting. I see myself huffing and puffing that she'd even THINK to ask me to help. I wasn't the best helper and she was so determined to get it all done, she almost always did it herself. I envy her, but I'm also sorry that I didn't learn this habit for myself back then.
There have been things that have started to slip in the TOOJ house. First, quality time. Second, reading at bedtime. *GASP* the horror, right? Third, quiet time with Hubs.
What can I do about these? Well, thanks for asking. I've started and here is my plan: Do NOT sit down when I get home until all kids are in bed. Sounds simple, right? But it isn't. And I'm sitting here now with all three kids tucked in and I'm exhausted. What's worse is that this is technically 30 minutes before Till's bedtime. But it has to be done, at least for a little while. At least until my sister comes to her senses, drops out of law school, and becomes my live-in nanny (free of pay, mind you).
Tonight, however, I got all things accomplished. I arrived home, and I had to get in my two miles. I decided to get in quality time with TO right then. He got out his bike (with training wheels-he's so adorable) and off we went. I went slower than usual, but we made it with only a few mishaps and tip overs. Back at home, I cooked dinner and spent some quality time with OJ while it cooked, kissing and tickling him. They ate and into the bath went TO and OJ. Some more QT for me while I washed them up and smelled them all over. Mmmmm. TO and Till hung for a bit while I cuddled OJ, and while we watched Wipeout as a family (sans Hubs who got alone time with the computer) I put OJ to sleep, which is a rarity. I typically make him put himself to sleep in his bed. I couldn't resist cuddling tonight.
With him fast asleep and Wipeout over, TO and I brushed his teeth and into his bed we went. He read to me and then I tucked him in. Next came Till and his nightly homework check. After all was well with him, he showered and went off to bed. Nightly homework check with him will get progressively longer, so I relish these short "good job" checks.
Hubs just went out and got me a Coke. He's sweet like that. Now I need to get in some quality time with him...if we can manage to NOT talk about hot topics - money, where time is spent, who does what and how it equals out - you know, all the marital silliness that keeps us from the true, relaxed state of just BEING together.
This will be my night, every night of the week, for the foreseeable future. Soon, TO will start bringing me homework as well. This is where I cannot fathom working a job so far away that doesn't get me in my driveway until 5:30-5:45 every night. It's just not possible unless someone adds hours to the clock. People often wonder why some women would prefer to be at home, but when you look at all the hours we log away from our children, and all the quality time we miss out on....it's really a very easy thing to understand. These years are the base for learning, loving, and shaping. Who wouldn't want to be there?
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
It Does NOT Clear Your Mind
Some people claim that running clears their minds. These people must have NOTHING going on in their lives. I can't "clear my mind" at any point in the day. There are too many things happening - work, kids, Hubs, errands, bills, kids, hair falling out, pimples, kids.....the list is endless. How does ANYONE run and NOT think about something?
This morning I ran four miles. It was 5:15am, dark, and cool enough I didn't die. As I ran past street lights, my shadow would be there with me, slightly taunting when stretched out, but encouraging as I watched my arms swing back and forth. I ran a mile and a half along the city highway, on its broad shoulders and under the watchful eye of the street lamps. As I approached a lamp, the shadow shrunk...and I swear she was talking to me. This isn't the first time, mind you. I've had conversations with my shadow several times over the past few weeks.
"Swing your arms, woman! I'm not gonna make it up this hill!"
"Leave me alone, seriously. You're about to get a re-charge once we pass this light and you'll be tall again. I'll still be right here, panting like an overweight wiener dog."
I passed the light and out stretched the shadow....long and lean again...in step with me.
"Could you PLEASE stand up a little taller when you run? Do you SEE how your hips are swishing side to side? This isn't a catwalk, lady."
I glanced down, and sure enough my hips were swishing too much, exerting more energy than necessary. I tightened up my form and stopped stooping into my step.
"Your fists are getting too high....lower your arms. I don't feel like getting cramps in my neck and shoulders, THANK YOU very much."
I take a deep breath and relax my arms, taking a moment to realize that I have had no side cramp at all this morning.
"At least there isn't a cramp this morning. We won't have to hunker over and try to alleviate it. This run is going great, don't you think, Shadow?"
"Do you SEE that my legs are now approximately two feet tall....one foot...aahhh!"
I pass another light post and watch the shadow disappear briefly, take a deep breath and watch it reappear, tall once more.
"Hey, what am I doing out here in the street? Wait a second....what happened to our boobs? Our butt? Hubs is gonna be ticked at you...all this running with me is taking all the fun stuff away from him! Ha ha ha!"
I breathe a sigh of relief as a car runs over the shadow and I get a moment's peace. All this running has forced me to realize that all the voices I hear in the house, driving me crazy each day and night, just might be my own.
This morning I ran four miles. It was 5:15am, dark, and cool enough I didn't die. As I ran past street lights, my shadow would be there with me, slightly taunting when stretched out, but encouraging as I watched my arms swing back and forth. I ran a mile and a half along the city highway, on its broad shoulders and under the watchful eye of the street lamps. As I approached a lamp, the shadow shrunk...and I swear she was talking to me. This isn't the first time, mind you. I've had conversations with my shadow several times over the past few weeks.
"Swing your arms, woman! I'm not gonna make it up this hill!"
"Leave me alone, seriously. You're about to get a re-charge once we pass this light and you'll be tall again. I'll still be right here, panting like an overweight wiener dog."
I passed the light and out stretched the shadow....long and lean again...in step with me.
"Could you PLEASE stand up a little taller when you run? Do you SEE how your hips are swishing side to side? This isn't a catwalk, lady."
I glanced down, and sure enough my hips were swishing too much, exerting more energy than necessary. I tightened up my form and stopped stooping into my step.
"Your fists are getting too high....lower your arms. I don't feel like getting cramps in my neck and shoulders, THANK YOU very much."
I take a deep breath and relax my arms, taking a moment to realize that I have had no side cramp at all this morning.
"At least there isn't a cramp this morning. We won't have to hunker over and try to alleviate it. This run is going great, don't you think, Shadow?"
"Do you SEE that my legs are now approximately two feet tall....one foot...aahhh!"
I pass another light post and watch the shadow disappear briefly, take a deep breath and watch it reappear, tall once more.
"Hey, what am I doing out here in the street? Wait a second....what happened to our boobs? Our butt? Hubs is gonna be ticked at you...all this running with me is taking all the fun stuff away from him! Ha ha ha!"
I breathe a sigh of relief as a car runs over the shadow and I get a moment's peace. All this running has forced me to realize that all the voices I hear in the house, driving me crazy each day and night, just might be my own.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Monday Mumbles
Good morning to you. Yes, you. Oh, and you....and you....hello there. It's bright, it's sunny, I'm happy about that. My butt hurts and my calf is tender (see the "Weekend Update" if you don't know why), but other than that, life is wonderful. Sound too cheery? I'm sure something will go wrong, don't you worry. In the meantime, here's some mumbles for you.
1. Today is TO's first official day of kindergarten, and like a good mother I forgot to get the camera out and have him pose with his backpack in his classroom doorway. So we'll do it tomorrow and in the scrapbook we'll conveniently forget it's NOT the first day. And frankly, the most important part of the "moment" is that his backpack has a Jayhawk on it. And the Jayhawk will still be there tomorrow.
2. I realized after I wrongly assumed a woman was driving the car behind me that I gender-type cars. If I see a VW Bug and a man is driving...I feel confused. The same goes when I see a woman driving a pick-up truck. Today I gender-typed a Pontiac Grand Prix. That car seems harmless enough, but maybe it was the shiny silver of it? I just assumed it was a woman, but it wasn't. Or maybe I assumed it was a woman the way they tailgated and then fell off...tailgated, then fell off....as if she were applying make-up or something. Just a man, being typically inconsistent. Should have known.
3. I just want to sent out a big "thank you" to all the people who are NICE enough to supply extra bass for the music in my car, from your car. Before 8am. I really like how it provides an extra "step" in the song that I didn't realize existed. AND...here's the highlight....that booming bass? It made me realize I had to pee!! Thank you SO much.
4. Is it awful that when I see cops shooting radar during rush hour I just want to veer my car over to the shoulder and yell at them? I want to tell them their services would actually be better served solving the crimes that happened last night...which, by the way, in my neck of the woods included a man shot five times in the stomach, a teen shot in the head, two men shot in a trailer park, and a man shot on his porch. But pulling radar on those of us LATE for WORK looks good on the department finances, I understand.
5. There is a billboard that I see each day when I drive to work, and another when I return home. It's for a catering company. It offers 100 hot meals catered to your office in three hours. WHY do I want to order it and see if it's possible? Maybe because the company is called 1-800-Granny-8. Granny 8 catering. Does Granny have 8 grandchildren? Does the food taste like a Granny's would? I have a Granny? Would it taste like HERS? I have no need for 100 meals (obviously), but I want to order and I don't know why.
6. I mentioned last week that I had the opportunity to purchase football tickets (at face value) through my company. They have season tickets and offer them to associates who get plucked out of the drawing, and I was lucky enough to get plucked. Unfortunately we budgeted and decided it would be in our BEST interest to NOT purchase them. I was sad sending the decline email, HOWEVER...I feel oddly at ease now. As if I might get lucky a second time and be offered tickets for that same game....for a lesser price. I never feel lucky, but I feel lucky about THIS. I'll keep you in the loop. Who else would I tell these neurotic thoughts to?
7. Hubs...my kids...my sisters.....my brother.....my mom.....my girlfriends......FINE. YES. I share a lot of neurotic thoughts with a LOT of people.
8. I meant to snap a few pictures for you of before and after with OJ's room. Just to give you a glimpse into our lives outside of our kitchen. Most pictures I post are taken in our kitchen, I realized. At least you know who gets the most action in our house. The fridge. What was I saying? Oh, yes, before and after shots. I'll see what I can do about that. I think I took before shots and they're somewhere in my picture files on the computer.
9. Sandals that make flip flop noises. How do you feel about them? In the work place that allows heel-less shoes? I'm torn. I have a couple pair of heels that are flippy floppy, but sometimes when others have them on...I get annoyed. Double standard, I know. I just can't get passed it. Past it? I think it's past.
10. It's about lunch time for me. Guess what I have? Peanut butter and jelly. Gotta go conservative for a bit. Self-imposed, but necessary at the same time. I like PB&J. I just get sad when I eat it knowing that TO will never get to experience the heaven of peanut butter. And Reese's cups. Oh, the horror. Poor boy.
Happy Monday!
1. Today is TO's first official day of kindergarten, and like a good mother I forgot to get the camera out and have him pose with his backpack in his classroom doorway. So we'll do it tomorrow and in the scrapbook we'll conveniently forget it's NOT the first day. And frankly, the most important part of the "moment" is that his backpack has a Jayhawk on it. And the Jayhawk will still be there tomorrow.
2. I realized after I wrongly assumed a woman was driving the car behind me that I gender-type cars. If I see a VW Bug and a man is driving...I feel confused. The same goes when I see a woman driving a pick-up truck. Today I gender-typed a Pontiac Grand Prix. That car seems harmless enough, but maybe it was the shiny silver of it? I just assumed it was a woman, but it wasn't. Or maybe I assumed it was a woman the way they tailgated and then fell off...tailgated, then fell off....as if she were applying make-up or something. Just a man, being typically inconsistent. Should have known.
3. I just want to sent out a big "thank you" to all the people who are NICE enough to supply extra bass for the music in my car, from your car. Before 8am. I really like how it provides an extra "step" in the song that I didn't realize existed. AND...here's the highlight....that booming bass? It made me realize I had to pee!! Thank you SO much.
4. Is it awful that when I see cops shooting radar during rush hour I just want to veer my car over to the shoulder and yell at them? I want to tell them their services would actually be better served solving the crimes that happened last night...which, by the way, in my neck of the woods included a man shot five times in the stomach, a teen shot in the head, two men shot in a trailer park, and a man shot on his porch. But pulling radar on those of us LATE for WORK looks good on the department finances, I understand.
5. There is a billboard that I see each day when I drive to work, and another when I return home. It's for a catering company. It offers 100 hot meals catered to your office in three hours. WHY do I want to order it and see if it's possible? Maybe because the company is called 1-800-Granny-8. Granny 8 catering. Does Granny have 8 grandchildren? Does the food taste like a Granny's would? I have a Granny? Would it taste like HERS? I have no need for 100 meals (obviously), but I want to order and I don't know why.
6. I mentioned last week that I had the opportunity to purchase football tickets (at face value) through my company. They have season tickets and offer them to associates who get plucked out of the drawing, and I was lucky enough to get plucked. Unfortunately we budgeted and decided it would be in our BEST interest to NOT purchase them. I was sad sending the decline email, HOWEVER...I feel oddly at ease now. As if I might get lucky a second time and be offered tickets for that same game....for a lesser price. I never feel lucky, but I feel lucky about THIS. I'll keep you in the loop. Who else would I tell these neurotic thoughts to?
7. Hubs...my kids...my sisters.....my brother.....my mom.....my girlfriends......FINE. YES. I share a lot of neurotic thoughts with a LOT of people.
8. I meant to snap a few pictures for you of before and after with OJ's room. Just to give you a glimpse into our lives outside of our kitchen. Most pictures I post are taken in our kitchen, I realized. At least you know who gets the most action in our house. The fridge. What was I saying? Oh, yes, before and after shots. I'll see what I can do about that. I think I took before shots and they're somewhere in my picture files on the computer.
9. Sandals that make flip flop noises. How do you feel about them? In the work place that allows heel-less shoes? I'm torn. I have a couple pair of heels that are flippy floppy, but sometimes when others have them on...I get annoyed. Double standard, I know. I just can't get passed it. Past it? I think it's past.
10. It's about lunch time for me. Guess what I have? Peanut butter and jelly. Gotta go conservative for a bit. Self-imposed, but necessary at the same time. I like PB&J. I just get sad when I eat it knowing that TO will never get to experience the heaven of peanut butter. And Reese's cups. Oh, the horror. Poor boy.
Happy Monday!
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Weekend Update
Hello friends. I hope this Sunday evening post finds you all either very happy or asleep. I know that is where I want to be. Asleep. Soon enough...but I must make record of our lovely weekend in a photo recap. Please enjoy as I know that we did.
This was actually taken a week ago at my dad's house. I just loved it enough to post here.
TO's pancake breakfast. OJ has learned about the camera and to pose and "cheese". He's getting good. At least he's not whining or crying for at least TEN seconds.
Underwear man gets a bike for his birthday.
TO takes a cake to school on Wednesday for his actual birthday celebration. He loved this Wal-Mart cake so much, we got a Wal-Mart cake for the actual party on Saturday.
To and Till doing some weird tribal underwear dance before bed Wednesday night. The run in place and jump and....maybe they grunt? I don't ask.
On Saturday, we had TO's party at a putt putt / bumper boat / game room facility. OJ found joy in the skeeballs. He'd roll them up....and then put his hands out and wait for their return. REPEAT.
Part of the birthday clan - my dad, Till, OJ with my mom in the background, my brother's body, my sister leaning in for the photo, Hubs, and then TO and two friends on the right side of the table.
When it came time for putt putt, the kids went one way and the adults who didn't birth any of the children went another...with the exception of Till. He was allowed to play with my sister, brother, dad, friend and her boyfriend.
The kid group posing after their 18 holes.
Bumper boats rules forced the children to have to ride with someone. That made it easier on our pocketbook! My dad rode with my sister, my mom took TO and OJ (he's too little to actually see), my brother took TO's male friend while Till took TO's female friend. They had a blast on the boats!
TO received a Bubble Rocket as a gift and it was promptly opened when we arrived home. While the back patio was used for a game of PIG (see my brother shooting in the background?), TO and OJ played around with the Rocket.
My brother thought he could dunk. On a short goal. My dad and sister also dunked. On the short goal. I did not attempt and Hubs of course is banned from any type of physical activity.
I did, however participate in PIG and then in a little two on two. My sister and I took on my dad and brother in a friendly game of pretend guarding basketball. One time, I decided to actually try and stop my brother's move to the goal. Bad move. He crashed into me. I called charge on him, the rest of the family called block on ME. Either way, I yelled out through my laughing, "I DON'T MOVE THAT FAST!!" I ended up on my arse with my entire right calf scraped. This is my leg. It hurts. Still.
Sunday resulted in a short power outage so we took the kids for a drive to downtown and back. OJ was nearly asleep in this photo, but then again....he always looks like that.
This was actually taken a week ago at my dad's house. I just loved it enough to post here.
TO's pancake breakfast. OJ has learned about the camera and to pose and "cheese". He's getting good. At least he's not whining or crying for at least TEN seconds.
Underwear man gets a bike for his birthday.
TO takes a cake to school on Wednesday for his actual birthday celebration. He loved this Wal-Mart cake so much, we got a Wal-Mart cake for the actual party on Saturday.
To and Till doing some weird tribal underwear dance before bed Wednesday night. The run in place and jump and....maybe they grunt? I don't ask.
On Saturday, we had TO's party at a putt putt / bumper boat / game room facility. OJ found joy in the skeeballs. He'd roll them up....and then put his hands out and wait for their return. REPEAT.
Part of the birthday clan - my dad, Till, OJ with my mom in the background, my brother's body, my sister leaning in for the photo, Hubs, and then TO and two friends on the right side of the table.
When it came time for putt putt, the kids went one way and the adults who didn't birth any of the children went another...with the exception of Till. He was allowed to play with my sister, brother, dad, friend and her boyfriend.
The kid group posing after their 18 holes.
Bumper boats rules forced the children to have to ride with someone. That made it easier on our pocketbook! My dad rode with my sister, my mom took TO and OJ (he's too little to actually see), my brother took TO's male friend while Till took TO's female friend. They had a blast on the boats!
TO received a Bubble Rocket as a gift and it was promptly opened when we arrived home. While the back patio was used for a game of PIG (see my brother shooting in the background?), TO and OJ played around with the Rocket.
My brother thought he could dunk. On a short goal. My dad and sister also dunked. On the short goal. I did not attempt and Hubs of course is banned from any type of physical activity.
I did, however participate in PIG and then in a little two on two. My sister and I took on my dad and brother in a friendly game of pretend guarding basketball. One time, I decided to actually try and stop my brother's move to the goal. Bad move. He crashed into me. I called charge on him, the rest of the family called block on ME. Either way, I yelled out through my laughing, "I DON'T MOVE THAT FAST!!" I ended up on my arse with my entire right calf scraped. This is my leg. It hurts. Still.
Sunday resulted in a short power outage so we took the kids for a drive to downtown and back. OJ was nearly asleep in this photo, but then again....he always looks like that. 
Sunday left us with a tiny bit of cake left over and dinner sans tee shirts. We officially put OJ's highchair away and he'll now sit boosted for a bit at the table. Here he is on his cushy chair at the table. He thought this was a GREAT thing. Do you like our placemats? Chiefs / Raiders. We had a rivalry wedding shower and received these as gifts. They work wonderfully for the kids. Happy Sunday.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Little Things
People always say that, right? It's the little things. And when we stop and think about "moments"....it can definitely be the little things that make or break our days. But I think it's the big things that break them. Some days I think that having a great day of little things can be smashed to crap in one moment of a BIG, bad thing. And I detest those big, bad things.
But today I won't dwell on a big, bad thing. There have been some here and there over the last week or two that have smashed my days. And part of them are Hubs' fault. I won't lie. I won't beat around the bush. I'll point the finger. Hubs made me mad.
This morning, however, I arrived at work with a red light on my phone indicating a voicemail message. Out of habit (as the Catholic Lady (who has found the Square Table via FB-hi CL! We can think of a better title for you while we pretend to work.) and I have discussed it's a strange habit. Why not just listen to the message?), I checked my missed call list before I called into my messages. It showed my home number. Weird, I thought. Oh, probably the boys calling last night in between me leaving the desk and walking to my car. That happens occasionally. But no...I glanced at the time of the missed call and it showed nearly 10pm. Okay, Hubs must have called the wrong number while he was out last night before dialing my cell. Wait, I'd have had to be out if he was trying to reach ME from the house. And I wasn't out. Weird.
I listened to the message and it was Hubs. I was already asleep at the time of the call. He called and thanked me for getting dinner last night even though I'd asked him to do so. He told me he appreciated all that I did, and that I was a good mom and wife. And that he loves me.
How am I supposed to remain firm and grumpy with a message like that? If all holds true to form though, some big, bad thing will come out of his mouth and completely ruin the nice moment we're sharing...separately...while at work. Men just can't help themselves. In the meantime, I'll love him too. Just for today.
But today I won't dwell on a big, bad thing. There have been some here and there over the last week or two that have smashed my days. And part of them are Hubs' fault. I won't lie. I won't beat around the bush. I'll point the finger. Hubs made me mad.
This morning, however, I arrived at work with a red light on my phone indicating a voicemail message. Out of habit (as the Catholic Lady (who has found the Square Table via FB-hi CL! We can think of a better title for you while we pretend to work.) and I have discussed it's a strange habit. Why not just listen to the message?), I checked my missed call list before I called into my messages. It showed my home number. Weird, I thought. Oh, probably the boys calling last night in between me leaving the desk and walking to my car. That happens occasionally. But no...I glanced at the time of the missed call and it showed nearly 10pm. Okay, Hubs must have called the wrong number while he was out last night before dialing my cell. Wait, I'd have had to be out if he was trying to reach ME from the house. And I wasn't out. Weird.
I listened to the message and it was Hubs. I was already asleep at the time of the call. He called and thanked me for getting dinner last night even though I'd asked him to do so. He told me he appreciated all that I did, and that I was a good mom and wife. And that he loves me.
How am I supposed to remain firm and grumpy with a message like that? If all holds true to form though, some big, bad thing will come out of his mouth and completely ruin the nice moment we're sharing...separately...while at work. Men just can't help themselves. In the meantime, I'll love him too. Just for today.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
What I Learned: Cross Country
Lately I've had a lot of time on my hands to think. Well, attempt to breathe...and think. Running gives that time to you. And anymore, it feels that we just go and go and go and never stop and just - THINK. What is most amusing, to me, is that of all the things keeping me busy during the days, and all the possibilities to ponder...I find myself thinking ABOUT running.
I think about my history with running. The beginning stages. The middle stages. The adult stages. I think about how I used to feel when I ran, how I feel now, how I'd like to feel. I think about what it is, exactly, that I get from running. As with anything else, I find it unnecessary to have things in my life if it doesn't serve a purpose. That might sound like I always NEED. That's not the case. I just find little use for things, people, or activities if I can't explain to myself and anyone who might ask..."what IS it about _________ that you enjoy so much?"
There will be a new addition to the blog called "What I Learned:" And today I feature running.
It was the first true sport where I believe your teammates were essential. Funny how that is considering running (and we're speaking distance / cross country) is widely considered an individual sport. It is, but it's also a team sport. And on those days when we did workouts on the golf course or mileage runs on the dirt roads....having our friends and teammates by our side pushed us. We pushed one another to continue to TRY, to continue to WANT to do well. And it was pure heart, running was.....we weren't encouraging one another because we wanted the ball passed to us or because we needed a defender to shield us. We simply wanted one another to complete what they started. It built lasting friendships and the desire to see others succeed.
Running gives me an acknowledgement of my body that I wouldn't otherwise have. I've learned about limits and pushing through them, and I've learned when to listen and slow down. I wish I would have learned this lesson long before I did, but my body wasn't ready. Physically, my beginning stages of running were in high school where I started at 4'10" and 75 lbs and left at 5'2" and 95 lbs. I didn't know my body then, and didn't know its limits. I sometimes wish that I did, and wish that I would have gone on to compete after high school. I wasn't ready though, and that was my body telling me so. I am now 5'7" (and a half!) and I've had the fortune to stick with running and become reacquainted with my body and find new form and strengths that I never knew I had. A fully mature body has made me a better, mentally tough runner. I love the feeling that I am still pushing the envelope and getting the most out of what I am given.
Friendship has been THE mainstay for me with regard to running. I met my best girlfriend on the dirt roads, the bus rides, the stretching drills, the bathroom breaks before long runs. Yes, I knew her before, but we became who we are in each other's lives on those runs. Not only did I gain her, but a group of people who are uniquely runners, and those who run...know exactly what I am talking about. There is an inherent goodness about runners and running. Running has the ability to feel untouched by anything else, any outside influences, and it's all you. But even when you run...you feel as if you're part of something larger. It's apparently unexplainable because I'm fumbling for the right description.
Lastly, running gave me interest in a man who otherwise probably wouldn't catch my attention. Most women who run and have been single when doing so KNOW that men like to claim "they run too!" when they want your attention. It happened to me when I was single, and I liked to challenge those who said it to a run. Not a race, but a friendly "we should go jogging" invite. Hubs took me up on it. His best pal had been running him through a workout GRIND that spring and summer, and he made him start running. He accepted my invite and off we went....and he kept up. I was impressed. And he continued to run with me. And I stayed impressed. As my best girlfriend and I embarked on the marathon training six, nearly seven, years ago, he dropped out. But he had me by then. And he's run exactly zero times since then.
Damn trap. That's what he set.
I think about my history with running. The beginning stages. The middle stages. The adult stages. I think about how I used to feel when I ran, how I feel now, how I'd like to feel. I think about what it is, exactly, that I get from running. As with anything else, I find it unnecessary to have things in my life if it doesn't serve a purpose. That might sound like I always NEED. That's not the case. I just find little use for things, people, or activities if I can't explain to myself and anyone who might ask..."what IS it about _________ that you enjoy so much?"
There will be a new addition to the blog called "What I Learned:" And today I feature running.
It was the first true sport where I believe your teammates were essential. Funny how that is considering running (and we're speaking distance / cross country) is widely considered an individual sport. It is, but it's also a team sport. And on those days when we did workouts on the golf course or mileage runs on the dirt roads....having our friends and teammates by our side pushed us. We pushed one another to continue to TRY, to continue to WANT to do well. And it was pure heart, running was.....we weren't encouraging one another because we wanted the ball passed to us or because we needed a defender to shield us. We simply wanted one another to complete what they started. It built lasting friendships and the desire to see others succeed.
Running gives me an acknowledgement of my body that I wouldn't otherwise have. I've learned about limits and pushing through them, and I've learned when to listen and slow down. I wish I would have learned this lesson long before I did, but my body wasn't ready. Physically, my beginning stages of running were in high school where I started at 4'10" and 75 lbs and left at 5'2" and 95 lbs. I didn't know my body then, and didn't know its limits. I sometimes wish that I did, and wish that I would have gone on to compete after high school. I wasn't ready though, and that was my body telling me so. I am now 5'7" (and a half!) and I've had the fortune to stick with running and become reacquainted with my body and find new form and strengths that I never knew I had. A fully mature body has made me a better, mentally tough runner. I love the feeling that I am still pushing the envelope and getting the most out of what I am given.
Friendship has been THE mainstay for me with regard to running. I met my best girlfriend on the dirt roads, the bus rides, the stretching drills, the bathroom breaks before long runs. Yes, I knew her before, but we became who we are in each other's lives on those runs. Not only did I gain her, but a group of people who are uniquely runners, and those who run...know exactly what I am talking about. There is an inherent goodness about runners and running. Running has the ability to feel untouched by anything else, any outside influences, and it's all you. But even when you run...you feel as if you're part of something larger. It's apparently unexplainable because I'm fumbling for the right description.
Lastly, running gave me interest in a man who otherwise probably wouldn't catch my attention. Most women who run and have been single when doing so KNOW that men like to claim "they run too!" when they want your attention. It happened to me when I was single, and I liked to challenge those who said it to a run. Not a race, but a friendly "we should go jogging" invite. Hubs took me up on it. His best pal had been running him through a workout GRIND that spring and summer, and he made him start running. He accepted my invite and off we went....and he kept up. I was impressed. And he continued to run with me. And I stayed impressed. As my best girlfriend and I embarked on the marathon training six, nearly seven, years ago, he dropped out. But he had me by then. And he's run exactly zero times since then.
Damn trap. That's what he set.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Happy Birthday TO
Dear TO,
My sweet-hearted child, I love you. I hope that your fifth birthday is enjoyable and filled with laughter. We will do our best to make it so this evening. I'm sorry that you ate too many pancakes that you no longer wanted the requested scrambled eggs. How about tomorrow?
Love,
Mama
p.s. I know that OJ was difficult this morning and cried during your morning celebration, but we'll try and make tonight SO fun that he won't think about crying at all! How does that sound?
My sweet-hearted child, I love you. I hope that your fifth birthday is enjoyable and filled with laughter. We will do our best to make it so this evening. I'm sorry that you ate too many pancakes that you no longer wanted the requested scrambled eggs. How about tomorrow?
Love,
Mama
p.s. I know that OJ was difficult this morning and cried during your morning celebration, but we'll try and make tonight SO fun that he won't think about crying at all! How does that sound?
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Information Overload
I had a nice, fluffy piece for you today. It was going to be about football and how I won the rights to buy a couple of tickets to see MY team versus Hubs' team here in our hometown. Keep in mind, however, Hubs' team is just the local team that he chooses to support. He isn't "really" a fan. He didn't even like the NFL until I graced his life. So yes, I have the rights to the tickets, I just have to decide if I want to buy them within 48 hours. Not a hard a decision, right? Except....I've been on a "we need to conserve and get these medical bills paid off! no splurging!"...so if I splurge on something I want...that looks bad. Right? Ugh. Decisions.
I'd like to take a moment to show you a couple of posts I've been catching up on. I just read this one today and it's more on the serious side. If you think you can handle it without getting your pants in a tizzy, please go read it. I just love the fact that she actually puts in there "can suck it". Fabulous work.
I'd like to take a moment to show you a couple of posts I've been catching up on. I just read this one today and it's more on the serious side. If you think you can handle it without getting your pants in a tizzy, please go read it. I just love the fact that she actually puts in there "can suck it". Fabulous work.
Now I'd like to direct you to a more light-hearted post right here. Pen Pal has been giving away some great stuff this summer, and I've been privy to two wins. Yes, two. I will take pictures and post for you later. In the meantime, enter to win this one if you have kids, baby-sit kids, want kids and already buy stuff for them...you get the picture. I hope you can still enter. I might be slow on this, but I do think she says the winner won't be picked until Wednesday. Hurry!
Monday, August 17, 2009
Monday Mumbles
Good Monday morning to you all. Lots of random stuff to report on because...well...you know, I'm random and so are my days. I hope you're reading this as your week starts off right. Because left would just be wrong.
1. I've written somewhere before about TO and I having "missions". He's a big Dora and Diego fan, so the first time we were driving and saw a turtle in the middle of the road, we "went on a mission" to save it. That turtle was a little thing, easily picked up and taken to the closest yard. The second time was the same as the first, but we were getting confident in our mission capabilities. On Sunday we experienced our third mission. At the beginning we thought it'd be similar to the first two, but I quickly realized that no...it wouldn't. Driving along in Grandpa's town, I saw the car ahead of me swerve around something and continue on. As I approached the "something", I realized it was a large turtle. Larger than the little "fit in my hand" victims we'd stumbled on before. I parked and approached this turtle and realized he was, from head to tail, two feet, at least. And he snapped. Oh yes, he snapped. Mr. Snapping Turtle didn't want me to pick him up, so I contemplated how to get him out of the middle of the brick road. Yes, the town still has brick roads, and no, they aren't yellow. An older gentleman came up and parked. He'd obviously driven by himself and knew to find a stick and bait the turtle into snapping down on it in hopes of dragging him to safety. Mr. Snapping Turtle did NOT want to bite down, so the gentleman prodded, rolled, and pushed him to the curb and helped him up on it. There was a deep ditch and creek that he must have ventured out from, and the gentleman helped him find his way back. So it was a mission for us since we saw it from beginning to end, but we were only part of the solution. Today's lesson? Teamwork. Oh, and older gentlemen who know more than this city mom.
2. That was really long. Here's a short mumble for you. I dearly love Coca~Cola. I savor the one that I have everyday. I love hot cocoa nearly as much.
3. I have won TWO prizes this summer from a certain blogger who's been giving away great things. This certain blogger needs to help me out with something. Certain blogger, where in the world are you posting who wins the give aways???? Am I just blind? I never see it announced on your blog!! You know I'm half-witted when it comes to this stuff, so shoot me an email and tell me in private. I don't want to appear completely inept. Of course announcing my ignorance here doesn't help my cause much. In the meantime - I LOVE THE BOXED PACKAGE I JUST RECEIVED on Saturday!!! More to come on that later.
4. This running/training for the 1/2 marathon has my poor feet getting callouses and a couple of blisters. I think we've made it past the blister part, but the callouses are hideous. Any suggestions? I just clipped off a LOT of dead skin. Appetizing, I know.
5. This week TO turns five. Is it just me, or do parents always feel as if their kids have been around forever? Obviously there were nearly 27 years of TOOJ without the tooj, but I can't really recall what she was like. If I try hard enough, I can see her.....but then TO's face instantly pops in the way. I think I like that distraction. :) Most days.
6. OJ had a relatively decent weekend. And we're talking two days worth of almost decent. He had a few moments of falling out, but they were short-lived. I am very thankful for that and might have to make it known tonight.
7. I want to thank all of you who commented on my sister's guest post. I don't know how many of you happened to catch that the other sister commented as well, but she did. I will have it known NOW - these two girls/women are very, very different. They are very nearly inseparable, they are twins after all, but are very different in their approach to politics and sometimes life. I find it very, very interesting to have such varying opinions in sisters who are obviously so close. They each have valid arguments when it gets to that point, but for peace and harmony, we tend to avoid these discussions much of the time.
8. I mentioned when I first started this Differin for "adult on-set acne" that surfaced with the pregnancy of OJ I thought it was helping. Well, then I decided it wasn't. But I continued it because they said 8-10 weeks before it'll be clear. I don't know what week I'm in, five or six...and I FINALLY am starting to feel semi-confident. What a pain it is to be female and have hormones.
9. OJ likes to tell me that he has poop in his diaper. Now we just need him to tell me it's about to come out...and I will feel confident starting potty training. Maybe he'll be trained early like TO....? Before he turns 2? I can only hope!
10. I had to move the computer out of the kitchen/main room because it was too distracting. This is partly why I've slacked these last few days on blogging and reading/commenting. I had to take it away from my sight so that I'll focus more on the things that need to get done before the kids go to bed. I'd been pretty good about not blogging before they went to bed, but I started checking email and Facebook, which wasn't much better. So here's to hoping I can make enough time for blogging between kids in bed and Hubs trying to get frisky. MEN.
1. I've written somewhere before about TO and I having "missions". He's a big Dora and Diego fan, so the first time we were driving and saw a turtle in the middle of the road, we "went on a mission" to save it. That turtle was a little thing, easily picked up and taken to the closest yard. The second time was the same as the first, but we were getting confident in our mission capabilities. On Sunday we experienced our third mission. At the beginning we thought it'd be similar to the first two, but I quickly realized that no...it wouldn't. Driving along in Grandpa's town, I saw the car ahead of me swerve around something and continue on. As I approached the "something", I realized it was a large turtle. Larger than the little "fit in my hand" victims we'd stumbled on before. I parked and approached this turtle and realized he was, from head to tail, two feet, at least. And he snapped. Oh yes, he snapped. Mr. Snapping Turtle didn't want me to pick him up, so I contemplated how to get him out of the middle of the brick road. Yes, the town still has brick roads, and no, they aren't yellow. An older gentleman came up and parked. He'd obviously driven by himself and knew to find a stick and bait the turtle into snapping down on it in hopes of dragging him to safety. Mr. Snapping Turtle did NOT want to bite down, so the gentleman prodded, rolled, and pushed him to the curb and helped him up on it. There was a deep ditch and creek that he must have ventured out from, and the gentleman helped him find his way back. So it was a mission for us since we saw it from beginning to end, but we were only part of the solution. Today's lesson? Teamwork. Oh, and older gentlemen who know more than this city mom.
2. That was really long. Here's a short mumble for you. I dearly love Coca~Cola. I savor the one that I have everyday. I love hot cocoa nearly as much.
3. I have won TWO prizes this summer from a certain blogger who's been giving away great things. This certain blogger needs to help me out with something. Certain blogger, where in the world are you posting who wins the give aways???? Am I just blind? I never see it announced on your blog!! You know I'm half-witted when it comes to this stuff, so shoot me an email and tell me in private. I don't want to appear completely inept. Of course announcing my ignorance here doesn't help my cause much. In the meantime - I LOVE THE BOXED PACKAGE I JUST RECEIVED on Saturday!!! More to come on that later.
4. This running/training for the 1/2 marathon has my poor feet getting callouses and a couple of blisters. I think we've made it past the blister part, but the callouses are hideous. Any suggestions? I just clipped off a LOT of dead skin. Appetizing, I know.
5. This week TO turns five. Is it just me, or do parents always feel as if their kids have been around forever? Obviously there were nearly 27 years of TOOJ without the tooj, but I can't really recall what she was like. If I try hard enough, I can see her.....but then TO's face instantly pops in the way. I think I like that distraction. :) Most days.
6. OJ had a relatively decent weekend. And we're talking two days worth of almost decent. He had a few moments of falling out, but they were short-lived. I am very thankful for that and might have to make it known tonight.
7. I want to thank all of you who commented on my sister's guest post. I don't know how many of you happened to catch that the other sister commented as well, but she did. I will have it known NOW - these two girls/women are very, very different. They are very nearly inseparable, they are twins after all, but are very different in their approach to politics and sometimes life. I find it very, very interesting to have such varying opinions in sisters who are obviously so close. They each have valid arguments when it gets to that point, but for peace and harmony, we tend to avoid these discussions much of the time.
8. I mentioned when I first started this Differin for "adult on-set acne" that surfaced with the pregnancy of OJ I thought it was helping. Well, then I decided it wasn't. But I continued it because they said 8-10 weeks before it'll be clear. I don't know what week I'm in, five or six...and I FINALLY am starting to feel semi-confident. What a pain it is to be female and have hormones.
9. OJ likes to tell me that he has poop in his diaper. Now we just need him to tell me it's about to come out...and I will feel confident starting potty training. Maybe he'll be trained early like TO....? Before he turns 2? I can only hope!
10. I had to move the computer out of the kitchen/main room because it was too distracting. This is partly why I've slacked these last few days on blogging and reading/commenting. I had to take it away from my sight so that I'll focus more on the things that need to get done before the kids go to bed. I'd been pretty good about not blogging before they went to bed, but I started checking email and Facebook, which wasn't much better. So here's to hoping I can make enough time for blogging between kids in bed and Hubs trying to get frisky. MEN.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Weekend Update
I hope you all had a wonderful weekend. Very short recap without photos. I failed to pull out the camera this weekend. I don't know what I was thinking.
T-Ball: The first game went off without a hitch. I thought it was as organized and informative as you can make t-ball for 3-5 year olds. I think next time I plan on being a bit louder. I think little kids need to be able to release the nerves and excitement they might be feeling, and yelling always seems to help that out. Right?
Grandpa's: Grandpa came up to watch the first game and also was assigned "OJ Duty". We're hoping to schedule a different extended family member for each ball game so that OJ will have someone to occupy him and keep him OFF the ball field. After the game, Grandpa went home and I piddled around the house doing odds and ends. Late into the afternoon, the three boys and I headed down to Grandpa's house to stay overnight.
Old friend: I had made plans last weekend to meet up with an old friend THIS weekend. I got the kids settled at my dad's and dressed for bed before heading into the neighboring city. I picked her up and we headed for coffee (hot cocoa for me, please) and four hours worth of chatting and catching up. I can't believe it'd been nearly...well, dang...I can't even recall exactly how long it's been. I do believe TO was very young. Maybe walking but I'm not sure? Either way, it was a lovely catch-up and I plan on contacting her again very soon.
Bomb pops: I bought the kids bomb pops from the ice cream truck last week. Early last week. And we kept forgetting to eat them after dinner. They'd get sidetracked and I would forget....but tonight, TO was prepared. He reminded me all day long, actually, and they're outside eating them now. I am sitting inside because the RAIDAHS are playing pre-season football. Man, I love football season.
See you all on the flip side. I plan on shutting the door and reading blogs all night. Wish me luck!
T-Ball: The first game went off without a hitch. I thought it was as organized and informative as you can make t-ball for 3-5 year olds. I think next time I plan on being a bit louder. I think little kids need to be able to release the nerves and excitement they might be feeling, and yelling always seems to help that out. Right?
Grandpa's: Grandpa came up to watch the first game and also was assigned "OJ Duty". We're hoping to schedule a different extended family member for each ball game so that OJ will have someone to occupy him and keep him OFF the ball field. After the game, Grandpa went home and I piddled around the house doing odds and ends. Late into the afternoon, the three boys and I headed down to Grandpa's house to stay overnight.
Old friend: I had made plans last weekend to meet up with an old friend THIS weekend. I got the kids settled at my dad's and dressed for bed before heading into the neighboring city. I picked her up and we headed for coffee (hot cocoa for me, please) and four hours worth of chatting and catching up. I can't believe it'd been nearly...well, dang...I can't even recall exactly how long it's been. I do believe TO was very young. Maybe walking but I'm not sure? Either way, it was a lovely catch-up and I plan on contacting her again very soon.
Bomb pops: I bought the kids bomb pops from the ice cream truck last week. Early last week. And we kept forgetting to eat them after dinner. They'd get sidetracked and I would forget....but tonight, TO was prepared. He reminded me all day long, actually, and they're outside eating them now. I am sitting inside because the RAIDAHS are playing pre-season football. Man, I love football season.
See you all on the flip side. I plan on shutting the door and reading blogs all night. Wish me luck!
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Keeping Busy
I apologize profusely for my absence from here and your blog post comments. I would like to say I've been busy doing ___________ and ___________ and _____________, but when I stopped to think about WHAT activities I'd use to fill in those blanks, I couldn't really come up with anything. Here's a jumble of my past days.
I've been busy keeping the kitchen in order. It's summertime and bugs like to nest and hatch and for some reason, Dorkys blames the bananas, "fruit flies" (no idea what they truly are) have invaded. I've hidden the bananas and it actually seemed to help.
A couple of weeks ago I started working on OJ's room - finding room for the massive pile of toys and rearranging. I have nearly completed the transformation between yesterday and this morning. Our house is tiny, the amount of toys and clothes is huge, and I'm confused as to where it all should go. Parting with baby and kid stuff when it's not permanent there wouldn't BE anymore babies is difficult to do. I don't want to be stranded feeling shocked AND unprepared.
We had two school functions to attend this week. 11 year old who will officially take the blog title "Till" is starting 6th grade this year. He gets a locker, homeroom, will switch classrooms every period, band.....We picked up his schedule and completed enrollment on Tuesday and then attended a meet and greet with the teachers Thursday. Next week we'll do similar functions for TO's kindergarten.
In between "stuff" I managed to run 3.5 miles Tuesday, 2 miles Wednesday, and 3.5 miles Thursday. I am supposed to cross train today for 40 minutes and then run 5 miles tomorrow. I plan on sharing that "joy" with my best girlfriend in the morning.
I have a LOT of other projects that need to get started or completed. That list includes filing, laundry, arranging our bedroom, Till and TO's bedroom, the basement, cleaning my car, painting the bathroom....phew. I'm tired. I think I need a nap just thinking about it.
Sweet dreams, until Weekend Update tomorrow. Enjoy your Saturday!!!
I've been busy keeping the kitchen in order. It's summertime and bugs like to nest and hatch and for some reason, Dorkys blames the bananas, "fruit flies" (no idea what they truly are) have invaded. I've hidden the bananas and it actually seemed to help.
A couple of weeks ago I started working on OJ's room - finding room for the massive pile of toys and rearranging. I have nearly completed the transformation between yesterday and this morning. Our house is tiny, the amount of toys and clothes is huge, and I'm confused as to where it all should go. Parting with baby and kid stuff when it's not permanent there wouldn't BE anymore babies is difficult to do. I don't want to be stranded feeling shocked AND unprepared.
We had two school functions to attend this week. 11 year old who will officially take the blog title "Till" is starting 6th grade this year. He gets a locker, homeroom, will switch classrooms every period, band.....We picked up his schedule and completed enrollment on Tuesday and then attended a meet and greet with the teachers Thursday. Next week we'll do similar functions for TO's kindergarten.
In between "stuff" I managed to run 3.5 miles Tuesday, 2 miles Wednesday, and 3.5 miles Thursday. I am supposed to cross train today for 40 minutes and then run 5 miles tomorrow. I plan on sharing that "joy" with my best girlfriend in the morning.
I have a LOT of other projects that need to get started or completed. That list includes filing, laundry, arranging our bedroom, Till and TO's bedroom, the basement, cleaning my car, painting the bathroom....phew. I'm tired. I think I need a nap just thinking about it.
Sweet dreams, until Weekend Update tomorrow. Enjoy your Saturday!!!
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Special Event - It's All Relative with Guests
Typically I like to bless you blogland friends with some sappy Wednesday weakness. Today, however, it will be put on hold. When I've been away on vacation - Florida and Chicago - I offered my friends and my siblings the chance to be guest bloggers. No one bit. I was beginning to think that they all thought my blogging addiction was very silly even if they did read it everyday. But I've forged ahead, as you well know, and today I was pleasantly surprised with a phone call from my younger sister. She wanted to guest post. HOW EXCITING! I have no reason to HAVE guest bloggers except that I've wanted one for so long I'm scheduling her for TODAY. To protect her identity, I'll only tell you she's one of the two in the photo below.
I've always enjoyed how blogging allows you the opportunity to get off your chest whatever is WEIGHING on your chest. I am hoping that by writing this post, she feels that way. Don't think, though, that this is a one time "I'm getting it out of my system" type of rant. If I know her, she's only tipping her iceberg on this topic. It's scary sometimes, how so alike we can be. I now present my sister and her guest post. Please enjoy and show her some love.
Who Cares? I Do….
So we live in the supposedly greatest country on this planet. Every child has a dream and they are told if they make the right choices and work hard, their dream can be realized. Yet, the people who have not or are not living the “American Dream” are forgotten about and left behind. People have lost their jobs, health care and can barely afford an education for their children. But we call those people lazy or say they don’t care because maybe along the way they made a different choice than you or I would? But what if they faced different choices than you and I faced? They had a choice on whether or not they feed their kids or go back to school in hopes of finding the “American Dream.”
We are living in a tough economic time, where jobs are being slashed left and right and ordinary Americans are making tough choices on how they raise their families yet nobody seems to care. Citizens in this country call out other nations on their treatment of their citizens, yet when it comes to helping our own, we shy away. We don’t want to sacrifice the extra ten dollars of taxes so somebody can keep their job. I may struggle to have the money to afford the ten dollars, but if it keeps one job, why not? If my sacrifice saves one life so somebody can have health care and gets the proper treatment, why not?
Citizens in this country have a mindset “Survival of the Fittest.” But how does one get to be the fittest when they don’t have a job or are always worrying that if they have a bad medical break, they may not afford treatment. They say people have choices, but what choices? Depending whose shoes you are walking in, those choices can be limited. To let one of the largest industries fail because we do not want to spend the extra ten dollars to bail them out so that a worker on an assembly can keep their job that their grandfather and father had 40 years ago is not compassion. To let somebody who needs health care, not only for them, but their children, get denied by a doctor is not compassion. To do nothing is not compassion. The more people we can help, the better off everybody is.
People just don’t care about other people anymore. We don’t care if 1.3 million people would lose their jobs if an industry fails. We don’t care that people are sick and need proper care. We don’t care enough to say hello to our neighbors or anyone walking the halls of their business. We don’t care to lend a hand to people who could use one. We say no to people because we believe the choices they have made for themselves have been to their detriment. Is it easy? No. But that’s not a good reason to forget about them. We would rather help out citizens of the world because their leader doesn’t care about them, yet when we have a leader who cares whether or not you or your children have health care, we turn away in fear that our ten dollars are being wasted on people who have made the wrong choices in life.
Forget about the economics of a federal bailout of the banking and auto industry and step inside the shoes of the workers on the assembly line. How does it look to the world to say that citizens of this nation are too arrogant give up some of their extra money to lend a hand? Why does caring about one another correlate to sacrificing our own dreams? I believe the more we help others, the more we help ourselves. We can say to the world that we care about one another and we’re not going to leave anybody behind. I just want more people to care. Less people are living the “American Dream,” but nobody wants to help because we are too busy trying to achieve the dream ourselves. When I walk into my job everyday, I am a human being. When I leave my job, I am still a human being. A little caring can go a long ways in this world, perhaps that’s why we are where we are today in the United States of America.
I've always enjoyed how blogging allows you the opportunity to get off your chest whatever is WEIGHING on your chest. I am hoping that by writing this post, she feels that way. Don't think, though, that this is a one time "I'm getting it out of my system" type of rant. If I know her, she's only tipping her iceberg on this topic. It's scary sometimes, how so alike we can be. I now present my sister and her guest post. Please enjoy and show her some love.Who Cares? I Do….
So we live in the supposedly greatest country on this planet. Every child has a dream and they are told if they make the right choices and work hard, their dream can be realized. Yet, the people who have not or are not living the “American Dream” are forgotten about and left behind. People have lost their jobs, health care and can barely afford an education for their children. But we call those people lazy or say they don’t care because maybe along the way they made a different choice than you or I would? But what if they faced different choices than you and I faced? They had a choice on whether or not they feed their kids or go back to school in hopes of finding the “American Dream.”
We are living in a tough economic time, where jobs are being slashed left and right and ordinary Americans are making tough choices on how they raise their families yet nobody seems to care. Citizens in this country call out other nations on their treatment of their citizens, yet when it comes to helping our own, we shy away. We don’t want to sacrifice the extra ten dollars of taxes so somebody can keep their job. I may struggle to have the money to afford the ten dollars, but if it keeps one job, why not? If my sacrifice saves one life so somebody can have health care and gets the proper treatment, why not?
Citizens in this country have a mindset “Survival of the Fittest.” But how does one get to be the fittest when they don’t have a job or are always worrying that if they have a bad medical break, they may not afford treatment. They say people have choices, but what choices? Depending whose shoes you are walking in, those choices can be limited. To let one of the largest industries fail because we do not want to spend the extra ten dollars to bail them out so that a worker on an assembly can keep their job that their grandfather and father had 40 years ago is not compassion. To let somebody who needs health care, not only for them, but their children, get denied by a doctor is not compassion. To do nothing is not compassion. The more people we can help, the better off everybody is.
People just don’t care about other people anymore. We don’t care if 1.3 million people would lose their jobs if an industry fails. We don’t care that people are sick and need proper care. We don’t care enough to say hello to our neighbors or anyone walking the halls of their business. We don’t care to lend a hand to people who could use one. We say no to people because we believe the choices they have made for themselves have been to their detriment. Is it easy? No. But that’s not a good reason to forget about them. We would rather help out citizens of the world because their leader doesn’t care about them, yet when we have a leader who cares whether or not you or your children have health care, we turn away in fear that our ten dollars are being wasted on people who have made the wrong choices in life.
Forget about the economics of a federal bailout of the banking and auto industry and step inside the shoes of the workers on the assembly line. How does it look to the world to say that citizens of this nation are too arrogant give up some of their extra money to lend a hand? Why does caring about one another correlate to sacrificing our own dreams? I believe the more we help others, the more we help ourselves. We can say to the world that we care about one another and we’re not going to leave anybody behind. I just want more people to care. Less people are living the “American Dream,” but nobody wants to help because we are too busy trying to achieve the dream ourselves. When I walk into my job everyday, I am a human being. When I leave my job, I am still a human being. A little caring can go a long ways in this world, perhaps that’s why we are where we are today in the United States of America.
Monday, August 10, 2009
You Won't Find That Here
I was doing really well today at work. I had made it to lunch and avoided checking my blog or reading any other blogs. I was occupying myself with nothing, mind you, but I wasn't blogging. Successful Monday was about to be notched.
And then....
I get on CNN.com and find this article. How can I read about blogging, BlogHer, mommy blogs, and NOT want to go check my very own blog? My readers' comments just sitting there...unattended...unread....unpublished. I caved. But only to read and publish comments. I did NOT read any of your blog posts while at work. Okay, that may not make you feel better, but it made me feel semi-successful.
What I want to make clear to my lovely readers, the government, BlogHer counsel, and Federal Trade Commission is that MY BLOG...Circling the Square Table....will NOT be an ethical concern for you. Let me list the reasons because - well frankly - I like lists. And I don't know how to make bullets on my blog.
1. "With book deals, TV appearances and thousands of readers" - This is quoted in the article. I will concern myself with none of these ethical violations. I have no books in the making (although I could certainly provide one if you wanted it, publishing company) and my hair isn't ready for TV. I also don't have thousands of readers who are willing to announce they read me. Yet. I think they like to pretend we both enjoy the anonymity.
2. "'mommy bloggers" even draw the attention of companies that send them free product samples'" - Okay, yeah no....this isn't happening either. I don't get free things sent to me with the exception of three lovely prizes I've won. No, four. I've won four prizes. And I "might" have peed my pants when I received them, so getting free stuff all the time from companies? I'd run out of underwear. Fast.
3. "After a spring and early summer of polarizing debates about blogger compensation, sponsored posts and product reviews, an alarming increase in ethical lapses and idea theft, and a growing backlash against poor blogger relations practices, we believed it was time to refocus on integrity," - Somebody help me understand this, please. Last time I checked, if you were reading along in a blog and they had content that you found annoying or 'outside' your interest spectrum, you just clicked the red X, right? Or clicked "next blog"....right? It doesn't seem so much an ethical issue to me as it does others are just pissed off that mommies are taking advantage and not just blogging about dirty diapers and dinner recipes. Dildos, anyone?
4. "She believes mommy bloggers often feel overwhelmed by PR pitches and don't know how to say no." - Are they joking?? This is certainly NOT an issue you'll find here. Saying NO is my forte (with the tilde over the "e" that I don't know how to do). Just ask Hubs. Do you wanna mess around? No. Do you want to watch this movie? No. Will you make my plate for me? No. Do you want another baby? No. Or you can ask the kids. Can I stay up late? No. Can I have a piece of candy? No. Can I share your chocolate bar? No. Easy as pie, friends, easy as pie.
So ease your minds and put away your fears. I'm the real deal, blogfriends. I'm a poor, boring mommy blogger who really does discuss dirty diapers, intimate times with Hubs, cleaning the house, and a tiny bit of what else makes me up BESIDES being mom and wife. I hope this doesn't disappoint those of you in search of reviews and ethical dilemmas. I'm just here for life and love, and loving life.
And then....
I get on CNN.com and find this article. How can I read about blogging, BlogHer, mommy blogs, and NOT want to go check my very own blog? My readers' comments just sitting there...unattended...unread....unpublished. I caved. But only to read and publish comments. I did NOT read any of your blog posts while at work. Okay, that may not make you feel better, but it made me feel semi-successful.
What I want to make clear to my lovely readers, the government, BlogHer counsel, and Federal Trade Commission is that MY BLOG...Circling the Square Table....will NOT be an ethical concern for you. Let me list the reasons because - well frankly - I like lists. And I don't know how to make bullets on my blog.
1. "With book deals, TV appearances and thousands of readers" - This is quoted in the article. I will concern myself with none of these ethical violations. I have no books in the making (although I could certainly provide one if you wanted it, publishing company) and my hair isn't ready for TV. I also don't have thousands of readers who are willing to announce they read me. Yet. I think they like to pretend we both enjoy the anonymity.
2. "'mommy bloggers" even draw the attention of companies that send them free product samples'" - Okay, yeah no....this isn't happening either. I don't get free things sent to me with the exception of three lovely prizes I've won. No, four. I've won four prizes. And I "might" have peed my pants when I received them, so getting free stuff all the time from companies? I'd run out of underwear. Fast.
3. "After a spring and early summer of polarizing debates about blogger compensation, sponsored posts and product reviews, an alarming increase in ethical lapses and idea theft, and a growing backlash against poor blogger relations practices, we believed it was time to refocus on integrity," - Somebody help me understand this, please. Last time I checked, if you were reading along in a blog and they had content that you found annoying or 'outside' your interest spectrum, you just clicked the red X, right? Or clicked "next blog"....right? It doesn't seem so much an ethical issue to me as it does others are just pissed off that mommies are taking advantage and not just blogging about dirty diapers and dinner recipes. Dildos, anyone?
4. "She believes mommy bloggers often feel overwhelmed by PR pitches and don't know how to say no." - Are they joking?? This is certainly NOT an issue you'll find here. Saying NO is my forte (with the tilde over the "e" that I don't know how to do). Just ask Hubs. Do you wanna mess around? No. Do you want to watch this movie? No. Will you make my plate for me? No. Do you want another baby? No. Or you can ask the kids. Can I stay up late? No. Can I have a piece of candy? No. Can I share your chocolate bar? No. Easy as pie, friends, easy as pie.
So ease your minds and put away your fears. I'm the real deal, blogfriends. I'm a poor, boring mommy blogger who really does discuss dirty diapers, intimate times with Hubs, cleaning the house, and a tiny bit of what else makes me up BESIDES being mom and wife. I hope this doesn't disappoint those of you in search of reviews and ethical dilemmas. I'm just here for life and love, and loving life.
Monday Mumbles
It's that time already? I don't know about you, but I feel as if this weekend just FLEW by. I barely touched my computer all weekend, so I suppose that is a success in the eyes of Hubs. The "sun" on my shoulders and face tell me that it was a success as well. Cheers to good weekends and the fact that we still have a job to wake up to on Mondays. I guess......
1. Hubs isn't a huge fan of technology. I think I've made that point perfectly clear. He also never seems to see a need for a cell phone, but has had one periodically during our 7+ years together. He's had one more than he hasn't, but when he was laid off for all of 2008, he ceased service. Once he returned to the work force this past February, he didn't JUMP at the chance to have himself made available to me 24/7. I can't imagine why not. On Friday, I pulled into the driveway at home and forced him, TO and OJ into the car, and I drove them to the cell phone store. I received a new phone for adding a second line to my existing account and Hubs got my older but perfectly capable cell phone. We both got new numbers, too. And guess who's happy to call his friends without asking for "White Girl Mobile" privileges? Yup, that's right.
2. T-ball coaching went surprisingly well. I wasn't sure how I'd do speaking in front of the parents or rounding up the children. I do so much better when I'm NOT being watched. I always like to think I'd be great in a boardroom setting or speaking in front of crowds, and maybe I would after a few trial runs under my belt. But this was my first "public speaking" as a parent to other parents, and I admit I was a wee bit nervous. I think my greatest fear is not being taken seriously. Isn't that anyone's? But my concern stems from the fact that my husband and I look relatively young and are told by people that we don't look old enough to have three children. If they don't think we look old enough to have these children, then they won't see us as equal or "on their level", in any capacity. I think we got a few of those glances on Saturday, but overall the organization of the practice and the fact that I willingly looked silly running and yelling with the children helped my cause.
3. I decided a couple weeks ago that all three bedrooms in our small but loved-in home needed to be re-arranged and made more accommodating. I started in OJ's room and have it 98% complete. After T-ball Saturday I started in Hubs' and my room while 11 year old continued what he had started on Friday in his room. I have to admit what I did between Saturday and Sunday, our room is really feeling comfy for the first time in five years. The room is tiny and we have too much "stuff", but I've arranged it well enough that it doesn't feel like we're living UNDER our "stuff" anymore.
4. Did I mention that the Catholic lady at work mentioned doing the local 1/2 marathon in October? I think I did because Trish and Erin both commented, I believe. So we just finished week 2 of the training, which required a 4 mile run on Sunday. The family stayed at my dad's Saturday night after swimming at my Granny's, so I woke up and ran with my best gal pal who also decided to join the "train for the 1/2 even if we don't do it" group. We survived and decided to give ourselves one more week at this training thing before we decide if we're too old to do it.
5a. I just asked Hubs to remind me of things that happened this weekend so that I'd have good mumbles for you. His response? "I'm going to start a twitter account to see how many fans I can get. I'm gonna show this body and have the girls saying 'Oooooo' and the gay guys saying 'Ohhhhhh'." He then leaned over the chair next to me to see my reaction and states, "OH. You burned your face. OH. OH!" and he walked away. WTF?
5b. Speaking of gay men and Hubs, he apparently got offered a "lift" up the stairs at a bar he visited Saturday night. He told the friend he went with he wasn't sure he could go up the stairs (with his knee surgery and all) and a 'gentle'man behind him offered his services, very kindly I am told.
6. I served TO and OJ and Hubs zucchini squash for the first time ever last week. If you know us at all, we're very "meat and potatoes, corn, green beans, peas" kinda folk. Okay, I'M that kinda folk and since I cook, that's what they eat. Hubs and 11 year old would eat seafood and Chinese every other day if they had their choice. They don't. Anyhow....I sauteed (if that's what you call warming up and sizzling in butter) sliced zucchini, carrots, and green peppers to complement pasta with chicken. And everyone ate it. I was happy. Now I need to branch and try some other healthier options. We can't do mac-n-cheese and hot dogs forever.
7. My dad has a dog. She's old. I think he's just waiting on her to pass so that he can be pet-free for once in his life. My dad is CERTAINLY not a cat person. I had to "give" my dad my cat once, long story, and it ended with the cat "finding" a home on a farm. My dad's neighbor/landlady has a cat named Muffin. Muffin is old like dad's dog. But Muffin still has her groove apparently because she just had three kitties. Muffin decided to move these three kitties to dad's house and plopped a squat in his bushes and underneath the ledge in his backyard. They are ADORABLE. He's REALLY thrilled that they're there. TO wants the orange one.
8. I heard a "click...click...click..." and went to investigate. It was Hubs in the bedroom but he wouldn't answer me when I asked what the noise was because he was on the phone (like a woman, again). I mooned him. We're mature like that.
9. Speaking of mature, Mom, did you tipsy text me Saturday night or were you just getting your sisters intoxicated? Just wondering. :) How'd you feel on Sunday?
10. Sunday night kicked off the NFL season. At least for us die-hards. Pre-season football started, and I am EXCITED. I love football season. I'll leave you with a picture on this beautiful Monday Mumbles date. Here is TO around 21 months, just 5 months older than what OJ is now. Go Raiders!
1. Hubs isn't a huge fan of technology. I think I've made that point perfectly clear. He also never seems to see a need for a cell phone, but has had one periodically during our 7+ years together. He's had one more than he hasn't, but when he was laid off for all of 2008, he ceased service. Once he returned to the work force this past February, he didn't JUMP at the chance to have himself made available to me 24/7. I can't imagine why not. On Friday, I pulled into the driveway at home and forced him, TO and OJ into the car, and I drove them to the cell phone store. I received a new phone for adding a second line to my existing account and Hubs got my older but perfectly capable cell phone. We both got new numbers, too. And guess who's happy to call his friends without asking for "White Girl Mobile" privileges? Yup, that's right.
2. T-ball coaching went surprisingly well. I wasn't sure how I'd do speaking in front of the parents or rounding up the children. I do so much better when I'm NOT being watched. I always like to think I'd be great in a boardroom setting or speaking in front of crowds, and maybe I would after a few trial runs under my belt. But this was my first "public speaking" as a parent to other parents, and I admit I was a wee bit nervous. I think my greatest fear is not being taken seriously. Isn't that anyone's? But my concern stems from the fact that my husband and I look relatively young and are told by people that we don't look old enough to have three children. If they don't think we look old enough to have these children, then they won't see us as equal or "on their level", in any capacity. I think we got a few of those glances on Saturday, but overall the organization of the practice and the fact that I willingly looked silly running and yelling with the children helped my cause.
3. I decided a couple weeks ago that all three bedrooms in our small but loved-in home needed to be re-arranged and made more accommodating. I started in OJ's room and have it 98% complete. After T-ball Saturday I started in Hubs' and my room while 11 year old continued what he had started on Friday in his room. I have to admit what I did between Saturday and Sunday, our room is really feeling comfy for the first time in five years. The room is tiny and we have too much "stuff", but I've arranged it well enough that it doesn't feel like we're living UNDER our "stuff" anymore.
4. Did I mention that the Catholic lady at work mentioned doing the local 1/2 marathon in October? I think I did because Trish and Erin both commented, I believe. So we just finished week 2 of the training, which required a 4 mile run on Sunday. The family stayed at my dad's Saturday night after swimming at my Granny's, so I woke up and ran with my best gal pal who also decided to join the "train for the 1/2 even if we don't do it" group. We survived and decided to give ourselves one more week at this training thing before we decide if we're too old to do it.
5a. I just asked Hubs to remind me of things that happened this weekend so that I'd have good mumbles for you. His response? "I'm going to start a twitter account to see how many fans I can get. I'm gonna show this body and have the girls saying 'Oooooo' and the gay guys saying 'Ohhhhhh'." He then leaned over the chair next to me to see my reaction and states, "OH. You burned your face. OH. OH!" and he walked away. WTF?
5b. Speaking of gay men and Hubs, he apparently got offered a "lift" up the stairs at a bar he visited Saturday night. He told the friend he went with he wasn't sure he could go up the stairs (with his knee surgery and all) and a 'gentle'man behind him offered his services, very kindly I am told.
6. I served TO and OJ and Hubs zucchini squash for the first time ever last week. If you know us at all, we're very "meat and potatoes, corn, green beans, peas" kinda folk. Okay, I'M that kinda folk and since I cook, that's what they eat. Hubs and 11 year old would eat seafood and Chinese every other day if they had their choice. They don't. Anyhow....I sauteed (if that's what you call warming up and sizzling in butter) sliced zucchini, carrots, and green peppers to complement pasta with chicken. And everyone ate it. I was happy. Now I need to branch and try some other healthier options. We can't do mac-n-cheese and hot dogs forever.
7. My dad has a dog. She's old. I think he's just waiting on her to pass so that he can be pet-free for once in his life. My dad is CERTAINLY not a cat person. I had to "give" my dad my cat once, long story, and it ended with the cat "finding" a home on a farm. My dad's neighbor/landlady has a cat named Muffin. Muffin is old like dad's dog. But Muffin still has her groove apparently because she just had three kitties. Muffin decided to move these three kitties to dad's house and plopped a squat in his bushes and underneath the ledge in his backyard. They are ADORABLE. He's REALLY thrilled that they're there. TO wants the orange one.
8. I heard a "click...click...click..." and went to investigate. It was Hubs in the bedroom but he wouldn't answer me when I asked what the noise was because he was on the phone (like a woman, again). I mooned him. We're mature like that.
9. Speaking of mature, Mom, did you tipsy text me Saturday night or were you just getting your sisters intoxicated? Just wondering. :) How'd you feel on Sunday?
10. Sunday night kicked off the NFL season. At least for us die-hards. Pre-season football started, and I am EXCITED. I love football season. I'll leave you with a picture on this beautiful Monday Mumbles date. Here is TO around 21 months, just 5 months older than what OJ is now. Go Raiders!
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Weekend Update
It appears that my blogging reads actually BLOGGED this weekend. HOW DARE THEY. I have a LOT of catching up to do, and I should post you up some weekend updates, but here's what's going to happen instead:
1. Update: T-ball, we coached. I started the rearranging of my bedroom. I stopped midway and we went swimming at my Granny's. We stayed the night at my dad's, I went running Sunday morning, and then we went swimming again today. We got home and I nearly completed my room. Just a few odds and ends are left to rummage through and find homes for. I took pictures but forgot to empty the SD card with our Chicago pictures. Oops.
2. No blogging at work: I really am going to adhere to this tomorrow. I need to. I need to try and find something to do and not get fired. Unless any of you are willing to find me something to do from states away...I gotta keep this gig. But really, if any of you need someone to work from states away, I'm your chick. I learn fast and am willing to do most anything that doesn't involve sliding on a pole and posting it on the internet.
3. Rub-down: We spent a LOT of time in the sun Saturday and Sunday and I need lotion applied to my back, shoulders, and neck. Hubs is willing to apply it in the hopes that he'll get something special in return. I love tricking him.
4. BED!
5. Read blogs: I will completely catch up Monday night, even if I have to stay up late. Well, I won't stay up late because I have to get up early and run 3.5 miles Tuesday for this crazy 1/2 marathon training. But I will catch up!!
Happy Sunday.
1. Update: T-ball, we coached. I started the rearranging of my bedroom. I stopped midway and we went swimming at my Granny's. We stayed the night at my dad's, I went running Sunday morning, and then we went swimming again today. We got home and I nearly completed my room. Just a few odds and ends are left to rummage through and find homes for. I took pictures but forgot to empty the SD card with our Chicago pictures. Oops.
2. No blogging at work: I really am going to adhere to this tomorrow. I need to. I need to try and find something to do and not get fired. Unless any of you are willing to find me something to do from states away...I gotta keep this gig. But really, if any of you need someone to work from states away, I'm your chick. I learn fast and am willing to do most anything that doesn't involve sliding on a pole and posting it on the internet.
3. Rub-down: We spent a LOT of time in the sun Saturday and Sunday and I need lotion applied to my back, shoulders, and neck. Hubs is willing to apply it in the hopes that he'll get something special in return. I love tricking him.
4. BED!
5. Read blogs: I will completely catch up Monday night, even if I have to stay up late. Well, I won't stay up late because I have to get up early and run 3.5 miles Tuesday for this crazy 1/2 marathon training. But I will catch up!!
Happy Sunday.
Friday, August 7, 2009
Let me Share
Hubs tends to pace the house and sing. Sometimes he'll be at the computer and randomly play songs from youtube. Other times he's just singing off the top of his head. The words are usually wrong or completely made up but simply in tune with some popular hit. The past two days he's been singing a particular song that I thought was made up, but found out tonight that it's actually a youtube link that he heard on the Jim Rome sports talk radio show.
I want you all to feel my pain. And maybe giggle at the absurdity of this video. He claims that it's going to be TO and OJ when they grow up and aren't riding with ME. Pssshhh.
Hubs just keeps repeating "hot sauce in my bag".......over and over and over.....
I want you all to feel my pain. And maybe giggle at the absurdity of this video. He claims that it's going to be TO and OJ when they grow up and aren't riding with ME. Pssshhh.
Hubs just keeps repeating "hot sauce in my bag".......over and over and over.....
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Comment Consideration
Hey everyone. From time to time, as most of you know, I like to highlight some comments. Here are a few from more recent posts since it's been nearly two months since the last CC. Oops.
1. Intense Guy said...
Something tells me a 3d pack of oatmeal and some Chocolate Milk doesn't mix well. *Blows you a kiss for #2* :) How's the Hubby doing? You mentioned he was back to work?
The particular vomit day, he only had the oatmeal, no chocolate milk. It was also the day after our trip, and I think he was extremely tired and the sleepiness mixed with oatmeal mixed with morning exercises in class all boiled into *BLLLLEEECH*. And Hubs is back at work, thanks for asking. He's doing okay,
2. ~Trish~ said...
I totally enjoy your blog :)I am a single parent but have joint custody. My ex was laid off and just got a new job with wayyyy weird hours which means I am going to have my kids on a lot of the days he normally would, including a 3 week straight time frame when he has to travel for work. I'm kinda freaking out cuz while I've always done it on my own, I've also had my free days for ME time, those are all going to be gone for awhile and I'm nervous about becoming a full time single parent...YIKES!!
Trish, I wish you MUCH luck. I do know what you mean about being a "single parent" but having the other "single parent" there. Having those few days to yourself makes me wonder why we always try and promote marriage? Seriously. Having Hubs here in the house because we're married doesn't give me a few days of rest if we were divorced and the kids had to go visit him elsewhere. Just because he's "watching" them doesn't mean I'm alone. Let me rethink this whole marriage thing.......
3. Woman Interrupted said...
If we could just get them to contribute AND do it OUR way...now that would be something!
All I got is "AMEN". Is it so hard to see that our way is the RIGHT way?
**I interrupt this post to let you know that I can hear OJ snoring on the baby monitor.**
4. Dorkys Ramos said...
Sorry OJ was such a pain, but hey, I bet it went better than expected. Maybe? Either way you guys are adorable and makes me want to get my rear in gear and plan a quick getaway to somewhere, anywhere. I STILL have 2 weeks vacay for the year.S o when's the next trip?
Being in Chicago itself was fine...so yes, better than expected there. I really didn't think he could cry for five hours straight, but he certainly tried on Saturday's drive home/to mom's house. :) And next trip? For me? Your place. For you? My place.
5. sjean28 said...
You guys are crazy and I am crazy in love with the post. I almost feel like I went with you! Say some car travel prayer for us tomorrow. We are leaving SE Minnesota and heading to the Twin Cities for a wedding. The 5 year old, the 25 day old and a giant canine. Fun, I know.
Next time you SHOULD go with us! Breast pump and all. I can't wait to hear how your little trip went. Post up stuff on the blog for me? Please? I hope it's okay that I'm always commenting on there, by the way. I can't help myself.
**I interrupt this post to let you know that OJ just uttered a complete sentence of jibberish....in his sleep. I heard it on the baby monitor.**
6. Danica said...
Happy Monday!!!I hope you're successful at not blogging at work. I'm failing miserably.
Dear Danica. Everything you've been reading on my blog has essentially been done at work. Minus the picture postings. :) So I'm failing. Big time. Goooooooo work!
7. {april kennedy} said...
Birthday party suggestion....water party in the yard. Slip and slides, water guns, water balloon toss, we even found a water hop scotch! Good luck planning. And you vacation looked fabulous!
THIS is a great idea. I think I had decided that we'd just do the party here at our house and make it work. Setting up "water stations" in the yard is a really good idea. I'll start planning that at work tomorrow. Because you know I do all my good thinking in the workplace. Gooooooooo work!
8. joanofalltrades said...
I always wonder if your coworkers read your blog. I'm with her on the deer, but poor little birdies. Deer don't like me. I hope you enjoyed you wine and OJ gets better real soon.
Okay, "JOAN"....thanks for making me paranoid that all the ladies I blog about are reading this!! I love you ladies! Really. Smooches. No, really. It's not sarcasm. Promise.
9. Teresha and Damon said...
Sorry to hear that. Maybe this will cheer you up...I nominated you for the Project Mommyhood Mommy Blog of the Year Contest: http://projectmommyhood.blogspot.com/2009/06/introducing-project-mommyhood-mommy.html
Teresha....sincerely, thank you. :) I've been waiting to post this and realized, "What am I waiting for?" AFTER I called my baby a horrible whiny mess and that he made me a horrible whiny mess you still left this comment! Do I need to rake up votes now? People - VOTE! Follow her link and vote for me. :) Unless you're nominated too, then I suppose you're off the hook. Sort of. I'll hold a grudge, but only for a day or two. (It's not too late to vote for me, is it Teresha? Or do people even have to vote? I'm so confused.)
10. African American Mom said...
LOL!! I love it!
I posted about my kid being awful and how he made me feel awful. Everyone else said "sorry" and "hope it gets better". You? You laughed. And I thank you.
11. Cammie said...
Happy Monday.Some chick at the water park had on the SAME suit as me last weekend. I looked better though. which is not saying much for her
Cammie, I believe I snorted my soda when I read this comment. LOL You, my friend, are funny. Even if you DO hate geese.
12. Mommy said...
Funny about the feet. I always tease my husband about his nasty feet. His second toe is easily an inch longer than his big toe. We call it "Miller toe" because many of the Miller's have it! Buddy better not get it!!
Be prepared. Buddy just MIGHT get it. Start helping him cope now. I've heard toe-inducing depression is a serious thing.
Angry Post Rehash
I remembered I had a free personal pan pizza from "The Hut" since I've already purchased five. I went and got a pepperoni pizza for lunch. For free.
I feel a bit better now.
I feel a bit better now.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Weak on Wednesday
Morning, people. I just want you to know I'm making headway on my blog reading catch-up. I've gotten halfway through my list of "regular blogs to visit". Maybe today I'll break away from my "no blogging at work" rule and keep tackling them. Oh wait, I never STARTED that no blogging at work rule. Dang. I really should. Oh well. Here are a few weaknesses I have today.
1. Chocolate Milk
I've blogged about loving milk before. And I know that some of you passionately agreed while others were vomiting on their keyboards. It's okay if you don't like milk. Leaves more for me. And this morning I chose to get myself a bottle of chocolate milk. Yummmmmmmmmmm. (speaking of vomiting, did I mention that TO decided to do just that Monday morning at school during "stretching and exercise" time? Yup. Back from vacation, at work for an hour, and straight back home. we decided that he just over-ate and shouldn't have had that third pack of oatmeal.)
2. Readers
A quick shout-out to all my readers and blogfriends. You know I enjoy your blogs, you know I enjoy your comments. I just wanted to tell you so. You make this story-telling experience something worthwhile and it helps keep my day to day life active and REAL. Days fly by so quickly that it's a joy to share the little and big experiences here. Comment Consideration to come very soon!
3. Blown Kisses
And what's nutty is I usually get them from OJ as I leave his daycare room...that is, if he's not screaming and trying to jump to his death from the teacher's arms. But today, I received them from one of OJ's little girlfriends. Whatever I do to OJ, ALL the kids repeat back to me. They say bye bye, they wave, they smile, they blow kisses. It's really endearing, actually. OJ just grinned and turned his head. Oh well. TO? He always blows kisses. Literally, always. He's such a mama pleaser.
4. My Husband
I'm not usually the sappy type, as most of you know. And I wasn't last night either. In fact, I might have been downright rude to my husband. I was irritated at something that I really shouldn't have been bothered by at all. But I let it get to me, and I took it out on Hubs. And then this morning I read a snippet about J&K+8 (which I do NOT watch or read about, ever) and there was a quote referencing single parenthood and that some women really don't realize how nice it is to have that extra someone around to help out. I took it a step further in my mind and realized that some women sometimes feel as if they do everything anyway, and the man is really just in the way. I know women like this, and I've been guilty of this thought myself from time to time. And then I realize that he DOES contribute, and he DOES help. No, it's not always in the most productive manner for ME, but it is productive for the children. And for that, I am grateful.
1. Chocolate Milk
I've blogged about loving milk before. And I know that some of you passionately agreed while others were vomiting on their keyboards. It's okay if you don't like milk. Leaves more for me. And this morning I chose to get myself a bottle of chocolate milk. Yummmmmmmmmmm. (speaking of vomiting, did I mention that TO decided to do just that Monday morning at school during "stretching and exercise" time? Yup. Back from vacation, at work for an hour, and straight back home. we decided that he just over-ate and shouldn't have had that third pack of oatmeal.)
2. Readers
A quick shout-out to all my readers and blogfriends. You know I enjoy your blogs, you know I enjoy your comments. I just wanted to tell you so. You make this story-telling experience something worthwhile and it helps keep my day to day life active and REAL. Days fly by so quickly that it's a joy to share the little and big experiences here. Comment Consideration to come very soon!
3. Blown Kisses
And what's nutty is I usually get them from OJ as I leave his daycare room...that is, if he's not screaming and trying to jump to his death from the teacher's arms. But today, I received them from one of OJ's little girlfriends. Whatever I do to OJ, ALL the kids repeat back to me. They say bye bye, they wave, they smile, they blow kisses. It's really endearing, actually. OJ just grinned and turned his head. Oh well. TO? He always blows kisses. Literally, always. He's such a mama pleaser.
4. My Husband
I'm not usually the sappy type, as most of you know. And I wasn't last night either. In fact, I might have been downright rude to my husband. I was irritated at something that I really shouldn't have been bothered by at all. But I let it get to me, and I took it out on Hubs. And then this morning I read a snippet about J&K+8 (which I do NOT watch or read about, ever) and there was a quote referencing single parenthood and that some women really don't realize how nice it is to have that extra someone around to help out. I took it a step further in my mind and realized that some women sometimes feel as if they do everything anyway, and the man is really just in the way. I know women like this, and I've been guilty of this thought myself from time to time. And then I realize that he DOES contribute, and he DOES help. No, it's not always in the most productive manner for ME, but it is productive for the children. And for that, I am grateful.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Trip - Part Two
Here's part two of the trip. Enjoy.
All this picture really represents is this ONE single thought: "I cannot wait until OJ decides he's ready to sleep in like the big boys." This was taken before 7am, of that I am certain.
Aaaahhhh, right? In the background, to our right (your left), is the Shedd Aquarium. To our left (your right) is The Field Museum. We only ventured into Shedd. That was enough walking and viewing for the boys on a Friday morning.
Before we went in, Hubs and I were smart enough to bring and dish out Capri Sun drinks. No $4 purchases in the Aquarium for us! I did indulge in slushies while we watched the dolphin show from the under the water.
After Shedd, we walked back to the hotel and rested. We ordered pizza and then ventured out again to Willis Tower, formerly known as the Sears Tower for all of you as behind as Hubs.
While walking down Michigan Avenue, we were accosted by the balloon man, working for tips. We asked for two, tipped him $5, and he gave us a third balloon for free. Our lucky day! Two Spidermen and a fishing pole that caught Nemo.
As we were walking around, we made our way to the Art Institute. It happened to be offering FREE admission in the evenings, so we went in. This was my favorite piece. Do you think the multiple heads say something about ME??? I wonder.
Saturday morning was check-out day. Before we got started, we went ahead and puffed up TO to be safe. We knew we were headed to the Children's Museum back on the Pier, and he might be running around. Safe rather than sorry! Here, they're making silly faces while we wait.
At the museum, they played in the ambulance.
Here, Hubs helps OJ dig for dinosaur bones. Or fossils, I suppose.
TO decides to climb on some large climbable flowers in the "backyard" portion of the museum.
The shadow screens were a lot of fun. Hubs was holding OJ here, and the blue "raindrops" were falling and piling on OJ's head.
On the ride to and fro, 11 year old and TO sat in the third row together, watching movies and playing on 11 year old's computer.
The one and only time that OJ smiled on the way home, I think.
After we made the decision to stop at my mom's house on our drive home Saturday, I felt relief. Pulling into her driveway and having OJ be HAPPY to be out of the car felt like having bricks lifted. We stayed overnight and mom and her hubby filled up the pool for the boys. We didn't leave her place until after 3:00 and made it home after 6pm. The extra time spent away from home was made up for by being at mom's. Those feet are mine, by the way.
All this picture really represents is this ONE single thought: "I cannot wait until OJ decides he's ready to sleep in like the big boys." This was taken before 7am, of that I am certain.
Aaaahhhh, right? In the background, to our right (your left), is the Shedd Aquarium. To our left (your right) is The Field Museum. We only ventured into Shedd. That was enough walking and viewing for the boys on a Friday morning.
Before we went in, Hubs and I were smart enough to bring and dish out Capri Sun drinks. No $4 purchases in the Aquarium for us! I did indulge in slushies while we watched the dolphin show from the under the water.
After Shedd, we walked back to the hotel and rested. We ordered pizza and then ventured out again to Willis Tower, formerly known as the Sears Tower for all of you as behind as Hubs.
While walking down Michigan Avenue, we were accosted by the balloon man, working for tips. We asked for two, tipped him $5, and he gave us a third balloon for free. Our lucky day! Two Spidermen and a fishing pole that caught Nemo.
As we were walking around, we made our way to the Art Institute. It happened to be offering FREE admission in the evenings, so we went in. This was my favorite piece. Do you think the multiple heads say something about ME??? I wonder.
Saturday morning was check-out day. Before we got started, we went ahead and puffed up TO to be safe. We knew we were headed to the Children's Museum back on the Pier, and he might be running around. Safe rather than sorry! Here, they're making silly faces while we wait.
At the museum, they played in the ambulance.
Here, Hubs helps OJ dig for dinosaur bones. Or fossils, I suppose.
TO decides to climb on some large climbable flowers in the "backyard" portion of the museum.
The shadow screens were a lot of fun. Hubs was holding OJ here, and the blue "raindrops" were falling and piling on OJ's head.
On the ride to and fro, 11 year old and TO sat in the third row together, watching movies and playing on 11 year old's computer.
The one and only time that OJ smiled on the way home, I think.
After we made the decision to stop at my mom's house on our drive home Saturday, I felt relief. Pulling into her driveway and having OJ be HAPPY to be out of the car felt like having bricks lifted. We stayed overnight and mom and her hubby filled up the pool for the boys. We didn't leave her place until after 3:00 and made it home after 6pm. The extra time spent away from home was made up for by being at mom's. Those feet are mine, by the way. Monday, August 3, 2009
Trip - Part One
I didn't actually spend much time at work today at all. TO decided to vomit during "morning exercises" and so I left work after one hour and picked him up. Today was Hubs' first day back at work from his short term disability/knee surgery recovery period, funny enough. TO has had an entire month to get sick, but he chooses the day I'll have to take off work. He must really love me.
I have MUCHO READING to catch up on. Bear with me, please. I'll make my rounds. In the meantime, I will give you picture time from our trip to keep you entertained....because, well, you know....the TOOJ fam is soooo entertaining. In all reality, you wouldn't be getting this much if "Dating in the Dark" had been a new episode. :) I'm addicted. Sorry.
OJ and Hubs hanging in the room after the Navy Pier, before we went out for a walk and dinner.
This is the view from our room. We stayed on the 12th floor and it was LOVELY. Grant Park was directly out in front of us, the Pier to the left/North, and the Field Museum and Shedd Aquarium to the right/South.
Here is the fountain we visited each day, in Grant Park. It was surrounded by a HUGE expanse of a bricked circular path. The boys were able to run freely and not get in the way. Well, the purposely got in the way of the poor pigeons until I put a stop to it.
I have MUCHO READING to catch up on. Bear with me, please. I'll make my rounds. In the meantime, I will give you picture time from our trip to keep you entertained....because, well, you know....the TOOJ fam is soooo entertaining. In all reality, you wouldn't be getting this much if "Dating in the Dark" had been a new episode. :) I'm addicted. Sorry.
The car ride begins with OJ being....well, OJ. :) If you enlarge, you'll see his true joy in being in the carseat, captured on film. Well, not film, actually.
We really thought it'd be best to ignore him and any noises he chose to make. We made a "parents only" room in the car.
We arrived in Chicago before we could check in. We decided to drive around downtown and find our way to an attraction we wanted to see. We then decided on the Navy Pier. I've been there but really have no recollection of it, which is odd I think, since I was nearly 17 when I was there. But my long-term memory is NOT great. Here's the ferris wheel that 11 year old, TO, and I rode. It's BIG.
The FunHouse had the great mirrors. 11 year old's best shot.
Hubs and TO's best shot.
Family photo at the pier with downtown in the background.
Here is our hotel. We stayed right on Michigan Avenue, within walking distance to a few of the places we wanted to visit. It was an old, quaint place that was unfortunately being picketed by its local union. I need to look up why they're picketing. I feel poorly for whatever they're upset about, and for the hotel having the demonstration. I also felt poorly that we had to re-route to the side exit just to avoid the awkwardness. The hotel stay itself was pleasant enough for us.
OJ and Hubs hanging in the room after the Navy Pier, before we went out for a walk and dinner.This is the view from our room. We stayed on the 12th floor and it was LOVELY. Grant Park was directly out in front of us, the Pier to the left/North, and the Field Museum and Shedd Aquarium to the right/South.
Here is the fountain we visited each day, in Grant Park. It was surrounded by a HUGE expanse of a bricked circular path. The boys were able to run freely and not get in the way. Well, the purposely got in the way of the poor pigeons until I put a stop to it.Monday Mumbles
Top ten random things floating around on a Sunday night...after a very, very long Sunday day.
1. We had to split up our return trip because OJ acted SO BAD. I'm not exaggerating. My mother was there to witness my fall-out. We stopped after the 5th hour and stayed overnight at her place. And then we spent a good portion of Sunday at her place. The remaining 3 hours of the drive home were more tolerable.
2. There will be a weekend update with pictures, but it obviously didn't come on the regular Sunday episode. I will get them updated and published throughout the week. The trip? Chicago. The cost? Too much. The fun? Big.
3. We signed TO up for baseball. Guess what? No one wanted to coach and guess who is now the coach? Yup. Hubs and I. We failed to figure in who would be watching OJ during this time. Oops. My solution? Hubs is already gimpy, he'll be the cheerleader coach on the sidelines, holding OJ and answering questions. I'll be the coach on the pitcher's moundcussing out the parents directing mild chaos.
4. Holy crap, I'm tired from these past four days.
5. I need to figure out what we're going to do for TO's birthday. It's coming up. We've always done one of those "kids places" with fun stuff, party rooms, whatnot. I'm thinking this year we'll tame it down but we always come back to the same dilemma that prompted us to pick a neutral "kids place" in the first place. Our house is too small, my parents are divorced so one of their houses is out of the question, it's the middle of August which means really, really HOT days most likely....what to do...what to do.
6. The sister who wanted to borrow our shop vac got tired of waiting on us to loan it and decided to borrow our aunt's apparently. The amount of dog hair she collected was absolutely disgusting.
7. Speaking of dogs, I think I love my mom's cuddle bug dog, the Ewok. He likes me too. Mom says he'll cuddle and sit with anyone who will allow him to cuddle, but I prefer to think he likes ME.
8. My mom lives in the boondocks of Missouri with few employable opportunities around her, but I must admit....I was awfully fond her her 4 acres and yard yet again today. And the lot next to her is for sale. The size? 5 acres. The possibilities? Huge. The chances of getting Hubs to move there? Zero.
9. I just suggested to Hubs that we could have a full size basketball court, pool, and tennis court on the lot. His response? And who would you play with? No one would come to see you. He sucks.
10. I haven't eaten dinner yet. It's almost 9:30. I need to eat. And go to bed. I have to work tomorrow. No, really, I get to cover someone's desk and actually DO WORK. It's shocking. Wish me luck.
1. We had to split up our return trip because OJ acted SO BAD. I'm not exaggerating. My mother was there to witness my fall-out. We stopped after the 5th hour and stayed overnight at her place. And then we spent a good portion of Sunday at her place. The remaining 3 hours of the drive home were more tolerable.
2. There will be a weekend update with pictures, but it obviously didn't come on the regular Sunday episode. I will get them updated and published throughout the week. The trip? Chicago. The cost? Too much. The fun? Big.
3. We signed TO up for baseball. Guess what? No one wanted to coach and guess who is now the coach? Yup. Hubs and I. We failed to figure in who would be watching OJ during this time. Oops. My solution? Hubs is already gimpy, he'll be the cheerleader coach on the sidelines, holding OJ and answering questions. I'll be the coach on the pitcher's mound
4. Holy crap, I'm tired from these past four days.
5. I need to figure out what we're going to do for TO's birthday. It's coming up. We've always done one of those "kids places" with fun stuff, party rooms, whatnot. I'm thinking this year we'll tame it down but we always come back to the same dilemma that prompted us to pick a neutral "kids place" in the first place. Our house is too small, my parents are divorced so one of their houses is out of the question, it's the middle of August which means really, really HOT days most likely....what to do...what to do.
6. The sister who wanted to borrow our shop vac got tired of waiting on us to loan it and decided to borrow our aunt's apparently. The amount of dog hair she collected was absolutely disgusting.
7. Speaking of dogs, I think I love my mom's cuddle bug dog, the Ewok. He likes me too. Mom says he'll cuddle and sit with anyone who will allow him to cuddle, but I prefer to think he likes ME.
8. My mom lives in the boondocks of Missouri with few employable opportunities around her, but I must admit....I was awfully fond her her 4 acres and yard yet again today. And the lot next to her is for sale. The size? 5 acres. The possibilities? Huge. The chances of getting Hubs to move there? Zero.
9. I just suggested to Hubs that we could have a full size basketball court, pool, and tennis court on the lot. His response? And who would you play with? No one would come to see you. He sucks.
10. I haven't eaten dinner yet. It's almost 9:30. I need to eat. And go to bed. I have to work tomorrow. No, really, I get to cover someone's desk and actually DO WORK. It's shocking. Wish me luck.
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