Monday, December 7, 2009
2. I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.
3. There is a great need for sarcasm font.
4. Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the heck was going on when I first saw it.
5. How the heck are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?
6. I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.
7. I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.
8. The only time I look forward to a red light is when I'm trying to finish a text.
9. Was learning to write in cursive really necessary?
10. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.
11. How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear what they said?
12. I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars teams up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front.. Stay strong, brothers & sisters !
13. MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.
14. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.
15. Bad decisions make good stories.
16. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you've made up your mind that you just aren't doing anything productive for the rest of the day.
17. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don't want to have to restart my collection.
18. I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.
19. I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? D@mnit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What'd you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?
20. I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.
21. It should probably be called Unplanned Parenthood.
22. I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.
23. Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I'd bet everyone can find and push the Snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time every time...
24. It really ticks me off when I want to read a story on CNNcom and the link takes me to a video instead of text.
25. I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lites than Kay..
SMILE ---- it makes people wonder.......
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Dora The Explorer was backpackin'.
Cinderella and her prince were dancing in the streets.
Edward Cullen winked at The Teenager a couple times!
I know, these are the things you dream of!
Chucky from Child's Play was lunging at people with a knife as they walked past.
The Teenagers went running as fast as possible and The Boy was worried the whole way home that 'that little boy is going to get lost".
Elmo wanted to pose for a picture(for a tip of course)
but when we told him we didn't have a camera,
he gave us a lecture for being in Hollywood without a camera.
(Yes, I'm still without a camera!!)
And to top off our awesome adventure, the movie was in 3D.
I obviously have never seen the commercials because I had no idea!
I don't think anyone else had any idea how scary this movie would be for the kiddies either.
You've been warned!
Kids will cry.
But you WILL look cool!
“Wow, your hair is/ nails are so long.”
This is not a compliment people. It’s a statement. A fact.
How do you respond? Yes, they are long, thanks for noticing.
“Oh, you cut your hair.”
Yes, another statement.
Unless it is followed by a “it looks great”, that is not a compliment.
“Did you lose weight? I almost didn’t recongnize you!”
Really? Did you mean that as a compliment because it makes me feel like I must’ve looked pretty bad before. I know I was chubby, but seriously unrecognizable?
1. Why is that when you are desperate for a red light because 1. you’re trying to finish putting on your makeup or 2. something’s fallen to the floor and rolled as far to the passenger side as possible you get nothing but green lights.
Then when you’re in a hurry you only catch red lights.
2. You’re ready to go shopping, have some money to spend and know exactly what you want, but get to the store and find absolutely nothing that you like or anything that fits.
You go back to the store when you’re flat broke and there everything is- bright and shiny, calling your name with sale tags to top it off!
3. Your teenager begs and begs you to take her to the nail shop. You finally take her but she doesn’t like any of the colors so she says she will just do them at home herself.
Oh well, just means Mama can get a mani and a pedi!
You’re in line buying alcohol for an upcoming party, only alcohol in your shopping cart.
Everyone else in line only has milk in their carts.
Did I look like a Lush?
When your Boy meets a complete stranger he tells stories in complete detail of when he got in trouble and punished.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
May your turkey be plump,
May your potatoes and gravy
have never a lump.
May your yams be delicious
and your pies take the prize,
and may your Thanksgiving dinner
stay off your thighs!
Happy Thanksgiving from our house to yours!
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
(while some of them appear to be true surprises,
I think some of those women are just plain -in denial)
The Boy is just as fascinated by this show as I am.
So much so that he asked if we could have another baby as soon as the show ended.
“Mom, I want a baby” he asked so politely.
“NO way son” I quickly replied.
“You don’t want another baby?”
“Uh uh, no way, Mama’s done!” I demanded.
“Well you better not eat a lot of food then.” He began to explain.
“Your belly will grow until it explodes.” (obviously that’s how babies are born)
“Ok son, I won’t.” I promised.
The next night as we’re eating dinner I began to lift the fork to my mouth
But I could feel the piercing eyes of this little guy glaring at me.
“Mom, remember what I told you!”
“You better not eat a lot of food,
You don’t wanna get pregnant?!”
Monday, November 23, 2009
–Johann Wolfgang Goethe
Whoever said “it gets easier” obviously never had 2 teenager daughters, an adventurous 4 yr old boy, a blended family, and a grandma all thrown into their mix.
Life has been busy.
But who’s isn’t, right?
(Psst…if yours isn’t, please send me your secrets!)
Teen 1 was experiencing lots of stress and anxiety,
which in turn made me stressed and anxious.
Grandma’s unannounced 5 day stay had now turned into a month and a half stay.
Birthday season was steady upon us.
5 birthdays within 10 days in November.
4 birthdays within 12 days in December.
It is so easy to get caught up in life’s daily routine.
Life’s daily trials and tribulations.
Each person dealing with their own problems.
Walls of protection go up.
We were getting to a breaking point,
I was getting to a breaking point.
It was time to take a step back and reevaluate the situation.
We had to make a change.
We had to get back to the basics.
Communication, love, and respect.
about the bigger problems
Which once spoken about weren’t as big as they were thought to be.
Hugs and kisses.
They’re so easy to pick up,
to smother with kisses when they’re babies.
We forget that when they’re teenagers and rejecting it,
that’s when they need it the most.
No matter how big,
or how small
Everyone deserves it.
Whew…easier said then done
Much resistance, but it’s a guaranteed stress reliever.
They complain, but I know they like it!
It’s amazing how these things that are so basic are easily lost in our daily routine.
But we’ve found them, and we’re working on keeping them in plain sight where we can always see them.
Of course, life’s not all snowflakes and hot cocoa, but we’re enjoying the sleighride.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Since it was a Friday...
she was turning 13...
and the house was already decorated for Halloween
It was a Freaky Friday the 13th Birthday party
brain dip (aka guacamole)
a vat of witches brew for those whose thirst needed to be quenched
bat wings and bloody red soup to munch on for energy
a little bit of luck(y) charm treats
and a preserved brain as decor
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
He frequently asks to go shopping
Knows the swap meets by name and location
And can even quote the mileage to you
(how he knows, I’m not sure)
If he finds something he likes while shopping,
He’ll hand it to me, and ask
“Mom how much dollars does this cost?”
“Is that a lot of dollars, is that spensive?”
Of course, my usual answer is yes.
He knows spensive = No, you’re not getting that!!
So naturally when we leave to go trick or treating,
He grabs his skull pail in one hand
And his spider man post it notes in the other.
“I’m gonna give them receipts” he says.
My boy was giving receipts to people that gave him candy.
Of course our neighbors were a bit confused by the transaction,
Hubby couldn’t figure what to make it,
but it brought a tear to Mama’s eye!
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
I think maybe I should change these segments to Obsessions of a shopaholic
I do become obsessed quite easily.
I find something that I adore.
And will stalk that particular item on the internet.
My mind will race thinking of which stores may carry this particular item.
Then I have to make sure that I'm making the right choice.
If I find an actual name of an item (for instance JLo’s wedge sandal-Janelle)
Then that item has no chance to escape my clenches.
I will search coupon engines for coupons to the websites with the best prices.
And just to ensure that I’m getting the best price,
I will then actually drive from store to store, to store, to store just in case there’s a sale that’s not posted online.
Too bad boots don't have a sweet little bunny to boil.
Unless they're boots with the fur! (as The Boy would sing)
Ahem, excuse me.
Fall is upon us.
Wind is kicking up.
And it’s getting ch ch chilllly!
Which means Mama needs some new boots!
Yes, I do NEED new boots.
I currently have 2 pairs of black boots, however since they are pointy, the points are rubbing off.
And Mama’s tired of wearing them.
I NEED new boots.
So in my quest, I will lay out the requirements.
1. MUST be within my price range. (Which I haven’t quite figured that out yet, but with 3 kids and a motorcycle accessory lovin’ husband, it’s not high.)
The Dr. says the high heel screws up my sciatica, but hey, a girl’s gotta make sacraficies.
I first begin by window shopping.
Check out these beauties…
I know the peep toe bootie is in this year, but not sure if I really want my toes out all winter. I mean this is the time of year that I get to save on pedicures. But they are gorgeous!!
I did have a pair of Nine West like these sassy things (without the buckles) They are so comfy.
I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE these cowboy boots. Jessica Simpson Abilene $197.95
If you're experiencing sticker shock, remember I said, I BEGIN by window shopping.
I’m also contemplating a pair of rain boots. Being that we probably live in one of the driest parts of the US, it’s probably not a practical buy, but oh how I do desperately want a pair of these. Are these not the most fabulous rain boots you’ve ever seen?!!
I’ve also found an amazing website http://www.shopstyle.com/
All you have to do is type in whatever your little heart desires,
let’s just say “Black patent boots” and viola, everything on all of the internet pops up.
It searches all the sites for you, so you don’t have to go from store to store like I do. (hmmm…then why do I do that, duh?!!)
You can even filter your search by your size, color, store, price range, etc.
I did find some great deals that I’m contemplating.
Well when I saw these I actually heard bells!
But then again I second guess every decision.
Oh, and then there's that part where I feel like I want to throw up after I spend money
That makes me a little shy to hit the trigger.
Because I went back to shopstyle and found some other great finds within my ideal price range.
Off to run to the store
(just in case they’re having a better sale)
or to the toilet to puke.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
As soon as Teen 2 turned 3 yrs old, I was no longer allowed to fix her hair or get her dressed.
She would do fancy up twist in her hair, spray hairspray, she knew how to put clips in better than I could.
She refused to wear anything but ankle socks.
A pure Diva.
But she’s a girl, so that’s understandable.
Somehow, my boy is a Diva too.
He refuses to wear anything but jeans outside of the house.
If you try to put sweatpants on him, he will ask a thousand times over if he’s going anywhere first.
He insist that he gels and combs his own hair and will choose either shark hair (Mohawk) or spikey.
He likes to floss his own teeth.
He knows his Vans, from Nikes, and Jordans.
Shall we call him a Divo?
I’m still allowed to pick his clothes for him though, I think this is because he’s too lazy to wake up in the morning. So as I’m getting him dressed this morning, he wakes in horror as he realizes that I’ve put skinny jeans on him.
I HATE SKINNY JEANS!!!! He demands.
(they were on clearance and all I could find at Christmas, his sisters love to put them on with a skater shirt and his Vans)
Uggghhhh, of course that was all that were washed.
I don’t have time to argue over clothes in the morning.
So he got to choose skinny jeans or shorts.
He tore off his skinny jeans with fury and happily put on his shorts.
Of course, it’s 20 degrees cooler today than it was yesterday,
he’ll be cold but he’ll be happy!
To make my morning even more fun,
I’m reminded that tonight is International Dinner Night at preschool.
Thank goodness Grandma is staying with us.
For the first time in a month, I’m asking her to cook.
She’s making adobo.
It’s a Filipino dish.
If you’ve had it, you know it is mmmm, mmmm, GOOD!!!
It’s very simple to make and feeds a lot of people.
Perfect for the upcoming cold weather.
Give it a try:
4-5 lbs. chicken thighs
1/2 cup white vinegar
1/2 cup soy sauce
4 cloves garlic, crushed
1 tsp. black peppercorns
3 bay leaves
Combine all ingredients in a large pot. Cover and marinate chicken for 1-3 hours. Bring to boil, then lower heat. Cover and let simmer for 30 minutes, stirring occasionally. Uncover and simmer until sauce is reduced and thickened, and chicken is tender, about 20 more minutes. Serve with steamed rice.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Being that it’s 1:30 which means school lets out shortly after, plus the fact that she mentioned that she’s very sick, I figure it must be true and start freaking out on my way. What if I get there and she has a fever and sore throat?
How do I know if this is the H1N1 (yes, I can be a bit of a hypochondriac)
Sure enough when I get there, Preteen has exactly that!!!
Since I’m freaking out, hubby suggest taking both Preteen and The Boy to the dr. since he’s been coughing again for the past few weeks.
A short trip later, sitting in an office full of sick kids, and $20 paid in co-payments, Preteen just has a cold and The Boy’s nasal allergies are flaring up.
Tuesday 8pm- I get back from an evening of shopping for 3 different outfits for The Teenager’s choir performances this week and notice that the boy is feeling pretty warm.
I take his temperature and it’s normal.
By 9pm I have to pick up The Teenager from rehearsal and hubby text me that he does indeed have a fever.
By the time we go to bed he’s up to 101.
Wed- stay home from work day. I bleached the heck out of the house, lysoled all the door knobs, remote controls, computer keyboard & mouse, pillows, everything I could think of.
Friday was Preteen’s b-day party which officially made her Teen 2.
Thursday- all seems good in the heavily lysoled household.
Friday- I’ve been fooled by that horrid flu bug.
The Teenager calls at 8:50 and says she’s not feeling well.
Of course being the suspicious mother that I can be, I tell her she needs to stick it out one more period, if she comes home no computer or going out with friends.
By 10am, ring ring… Hi, this is Joan from XYZ High School, your teenager is in the office with a fever of 100.6 and needs to be picked up!!!
Another sick day.
More bleach, more Lysol, and now antibacterial pump by the front door.
Friday night we had a great scary 13th birthday party which officially makes me a mother of two teenage girls!!!
Followed by dentist appts, show performances on Sat.
Sunday was day of relaxation…
Until Teen 1 came to me with the thermometer at 7pm reading 100.5
Where’s the fly swatter, I need to kill this bug dead??!!
Monday, October 19, 2009
They translate bigger or unfamiliar words into words that are in the vocabulary.
If you know the The Boy, he questions E V E R Y T H I N G.
To make it even more fun, he’s stubborn so he always believes he’s right.
He would come home from school and tell me the kids at school had “Case of C” for lunch. I thought he was telling me the kids were having quesadillas. So for months, I would grill quesadillas for his lunch. He always seemed a bit confused when I’d wrap them up in foil and put them in his lunch. This week, I finally figured out what he meant.
Case of C = KFC
This kid loves to sing. He will listen to the radio and try to copy what they’re saying. He’ll ask me to sing the songs to him so he can understand and repeat the words.
He loves to teach you how to sing songs too. Whether it’s a song on the radio or one that he’s learned in chapel at pre-school, just ask him.
The Boy’s favorite song is the “I wear Captain Ears” song.
Another favorite is “Why you doing sesame?”
I wear Captain Ears = (Taylor Swift) She’s cheer captain, I’m on the bleachers. She wears high heels, I wear sneakers. Put it all together and “I wear Captain Ears”
Why you doing sesame = (Mariah, of course) Why you so obsessed with me.
In his true Benjamin Button fashion, he swears he’s lived in another house (we’ve lived in the same house since I was 5 months pregnant with him).
Lately he’s really been on this kick.
He tells people we’ve moved.
Or he walks around saying he doesn’t like this house, he liked our other house better.
We pass by office buildings and he always asks his Dad about working in that building.
He remembers going there.
Hubby is utterly confused and will tell him that he’s never worked there before.
He jokingly said, “That was your dad in your other life, not me.”
The Boy responds, “NO, it was you!” so matter of fact.
Right after that dispute, we’re on the freeway and The Boy asks his Dad “Who are those people on those signs. The ones that fix them”
Hubby still a bit confused, says “I don’t know Son. I’ve never done that. It wasn’t me.”
“No Daddy, those signs. Look right there.” As he points to the billboards along the freeway.
I could feel the frustration.
So I jumped in with the technical term “Those are billboard people, billboard hangers…” as my voice trails off cause I really have no idea what they’re actually called.
“Yeah Daddy, Mommy got it right”
Apparently we were in the middle of a game show.
Then he asks, “What’s that thing in the sky there Mom”
Now Hubby’s playing the sleeping game as I drive home.
“That’s a blimp Son.”
“A Limp? Do people ride in it?” he asks.
“Yes, they ride in the bottom part.”
“Is it soft?”
“No, I don’t think so”
“A Limp, a limp, a limp.” He keeps repeating.
“It’s a Bbbblimp”, “starts with a B, Blimp.” I reply, as I’m trying to emphasize the on the correct pronunciation.
To which he quickly corrects me “A Limp, that’s what I said. Why do you keep arguing with me?”
Friday, October 16, 2009
Errand hoppin', feelin alright
Booties shakin', pickin up the kids all around
Pump that jam, while I'm gettin' down
Check the mirror, lookin' fly
Drop off the posse, get out my ride.
It's Kid's Night Out.
Mama and Daddy are goin out!
Feelin so good, rockin to the beat
Movie hoppin, feelin right!
Grooving yeah, grooving....
(oh, i know you're singing along)
They bear hardships and they carry burdens,
but they hold happiness, love and joy.
They smile when they want to scream.
They sing when they want to cry.
They cry when they are happy
and laugh when they are nervous.
They fight for what they believe in.
They stand up to injustice.
They don't take "no" for an answer
when they believe there is a better solution.
They go without so their family can have.
They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.
They love unconditionally.
They cry when their children excel
and cheer when their friends get awards.
They are happy when they hear about
a birth or a wedding.
Their hearts break when a friend dies.
They grieve at the loss of a family member,
yet they are strong when they
think there is no strength left.
They know that a hug and a kiss
can heal a broken heart.
Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.
They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you
to show how much they care about you.
The heart of a woman is what
makes the world keep turning.
They bring joy, hope and love.
They have compassion and ideas.
They give moral support to their
family and friends.
Women have vital things to say
and everything to give.
HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN,
IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH.
So things have been pretty stressful these past weeks.
With working full time, trying to raise these 2 Teenage girls.
Attitudes, Incosiderate actions, want, want, want
The 4 year old who’s getting independent and testing his limits.
Telling me I wasn’t the goodest mommy cause I say mean things like “Go to sleep!”
Dr.s and Dentist appts. practically daily, for myself, the kids, Grandma.
Holding a screaming, squiriming boy down only to have him pull a filling out and have to do it over again.
Trying to be the helpful hand for someone then being criticized and fighting for it.
Sleepless nights over worry and wonder.
It’s hard to be the caretaker, the peacemaker, the reliable one.
Sometimes, a lot of times, I don’t want to be that one anymore.
But my heart won’t let me.
I don’t want to have any regrets when they’re gone.
I don’t want to wish I did more.
Had more conversations.
Helped when I could have.
I have inner struggles with myself daily, hourly.
In order to brush it all off and clear my mind,
I went on a drive yesterday.
Rolled down the windows,
opened the sunroof,
had my iced coffee in hand,
and Mariah’s “I don’t want to cry” blaring on the radio
Sun shining down on me, feeling and enjoying the heat of the day,
Singing at the top of my lungs
Then I realized, the kids were right!!
Damn it! I hear that your voice changes as you get older though, that must be the reason!
Happy Friday, Have a good weekend!
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Just me and the hubs.
We had such a great time.
Can't wait to look at all the pictures and think back on all of the fun times...
Yes, we did.
Awww...Look at everyone, all dolled up for Mom's nuptials on the beach.
Apparently, all the other girls in my family know that you're supposed to put on the overly excited smile for pictures. Why didn't I get that memo?
No wonder that girl in 8th grade wanted to kick my ass for giving her dirty looks!
I blame this one on the angle...
What a perfect way to start a Sunday morning.
Sailing the open ocean on a catamaran.
Breakfast and drinks included! whoohoo
Oh, maybe not?!
How about on a bus?
Nope, still haven't quite pefected it... If memory serves me correctly- I actually thought I was smiling in these pictures!!
Getting closer... There it is!
You big goof! (still working on the lesson with Hubby)
These are the stories of our lives…