Why am I jazzed, you say. Well, 'cause it's the fourth Friday of the month. That means it's Parents' Night Out at church. Woo Hoo!!! I opted out of eating out tonight. (I know - - shocker!) I got my fill of that last weekend. Husband mentioned wanting about 5 hours without kids to break the television area apart and re-wire some of it. So - - we are grilling at home and I told him to "have at it." If he's going to do that, I might watch a little t.v. in the bedroom or something. I don't know. Play on the laptop. Maybe even a luxurious bubble bath. Ahhhhh...
I'm sitting here listening to Thing 1 recite the Pledge of Allegiance. I didn't even know he knew it. I can't believe how much he is learning this year. Already. I am SO loving his teacher, too. I double checked the other day to make sure he was behaving and she assured me that he was. It is so refreshing to not be "getting red lights" and having to visit with the teacher about his behavior EVERY time I pick him up. As a matter of fact, I haven't had to do it a single time. Thing 1 just adores her, too. He asks when he gets to go back when we are on our way home every day. I am very relieved. He is learning, happy and just downright thriving. And do you know what makes a pre-schooler's day? Make them the line-leader. He has gone on and on about this all week. He says he's done this twice this week. Last night, before he went to be, he said, "Mommy, remember today when I was the leader?" I said, "Yes." (Even though I really had no clue.) He said, "Yeah, that was fun." Dang, he's adorable. (And I must say, loving our country, too. Still pledging.)
Thing 2 and I snuck off for donuts after we deposited Thing 1 at his holding facility this morning. Well, donut holes. He digs them. A lot. Mommy got a burrito. And paid for it about an hour and a half later. Won't be doing *that* ever again.
I am sick of clearing my throat. It's annoying. I can only imagine how annoying it sounds to those around me. Go away, phlegm. You are not welcome here.
Slight back-log in the laundry. Almost corrected. Whew.
The fragrance of the - oh I don't know - FALL is Country Morning by Circle E. Oh yum. It's a pumpkin spice. I love it. I love fall. Bring on the first REAL cold front. We had thunder last night. I love thunder. As long as it isn't accompanied by hail and tornadoes. Gentle thunder with an occasional large boom. LOVE it. More please.
Finally, Husband pointed out that our Hoover Floormate worked great on our new tile. I hadn't tried it yet. (He did while I was gone. Yes, he rocks.) I've been quite attached to that whole mop thing. Well I'll be dang if that thing didn't work like a champ. Hasta later you stupid mop. You are history. Hoover Floormate, I think I love you. My kitchen floor looks great!
Okay, time for a shower and then our date night begins.
Happy Weekending!
Friday, September 28
Friday's Official Survivor Post - 9/28
Go James, Go!Did you *see* him push that boulder over that line last night? Oh yeah. He's the man. I am so proud to be on Team James. So proud! (By the way, that's him in the middle. This was just before he kicked some serious butt!)
The Red Team (Fei Long), despite the lazy poker player, is on fire. Wow. I was really hoping the other team would be dumb and unload that Dave guy. (Who Ashley appropriately named a tool. Tee hee hee.) I agree with a friend of mine on my message board. They need the strength of the men right now. Smart move I guess. But from the looks of the previews, he might just shoot himself in the foot anyway. It could be tool time for you, Dave!
Now, which one on FL was mouthing about Courtney in the previews? Please not James. It looked like he was there. I'm also a little concerned about that Todd fellow. You know, the "gay Mormon." Do you think Leslie knows that he is gay? This ought to play out fun. She aligned herself right up with him last night. Actually she might as well have handed him the immunity idol. Duh. Step up your game Les.
Okay. Good show. Loved it. I was cheering OUT LOUD in my living room. Husband was laughing at me.
I think it bears repeating, Go James, Go!
(Go to CBS's Survivor site and look at his popularity rating. Wow. Just wow.)
Tuesday, September 25
Catching Up!
Did you think I got lost? Never fear, I have returned. And I have lots to share. Man - - I have been busier than a one-legged man at a butt-kicking convention. (The other word makes the phrase sound better, but, I'm trying to clean up my act a little. My nephew might read this. And I might still get in trouble for saying butt.)
I'm going to give you the condensed version of things as they come to me. If something needs expounding upon, I'll give it its own entry later. (Actually, don't count on that. Remember, I am the reigning queen of procrastination.)
These are in no particular order.
1. I just got home from my annual scrapbooking retreat. I had a wonderful time. Wonderful. Debbie - - you rock. Great job coordinating. And putting up with me. The place was awesome. The downside - I got sick. I started sneezing Friday night. By Saturday night, I was stopped up. And in desperate need of my Afrin. That brings me to...
2. Afrin Severe Congestion - Yes, I'm back on the wagon. Dang it. I was in such a bad way Saturday night, I would have stuck my head in a swimming pool and taken a deep snort. Ugh. My girl Elaine hooked me up. It wasn't the menthol kind, but it worked. Since I am an addict, I promptly switched to my brand when I got home. (Which I had in my medicine cabinet. And I'll never travel without again. I love you, Afrin.)
3. I also love Tylenol's cold products. Just name one. I've got them. Right now, I'm working over the "severe" line. Alternating between daytime and nighttime. And have you *seen* or *used* the Puffs Plus with lotion and menthol? Yes. Yes. Yes. Put those on your list. I'm not even kidding. Have them on reserve for your next setback. You will be glad you have them. It's a little pampering for your "wittle nose."
4. Back to the scrapbook trip - I think I should re-think my time of year on going. This is two years in a row now that I've gotten sick on my annual trip. Early fall. Hmmmm..... Maybe wait for the first freeze?
5. So off subject - Have you tried Blue Bell's Anniversary Cake ice cream? I think I gained three pounds just typing the words. D.I.V.I.N.E. Now, I am a total ice cream addict. Me and the Father-in-law. We *dig* the ice cream. I should tip him off.
6. Survivor - This will definitely have it's own post later this week. I did get to watch it on Thursday whilst at the retreat. On a lovely flat panel t.v., too. My boy James made it. As well as his team. The other team may have messed themselves up good and proper. I could go on and on. I won't for now. I'm just pleased as pie that James is still there. (And wowzer, is he ripped or what?)
7. I was NOT going to watch The Bachelor or Dancing with the Stars. There is something about the drama of girls fighting over a guy that they don't know that just interests me. It's comical. And Dancing - Stupid Mark Cuban got me on that one. I'm waiting for him to nose dive. You do know that he is my arch enemy, right?
8. Better television coming Thursday - CSI, ER, new show Big Shots, and Without a Trace. I'm behind on Without a Trace. I'm hoping I can catch up. With three dvrs, we ought to be able to get it done. My biggest show night is Sunday. Desperate Housewives and Brothers & Sisters.
9. Wow, I watch a lot of television.
10. They don't have my mango flavor at Sonic anymore. No more mango sweet teas for me. That bites. Now what am a supposed to order? I guess just come home and drink whatever is in my fridge.
11. Parents Night Out is Friday! Woo hoo!!!!!!!!!!
12. My secret pal gave me some really cool gifts while on the retreat. One of them was a 12 pack of diet coke w/splenda! Lots of goodies!!
Okay, I'm winding down. Time to sign off.
I'm going to give you the condensed version of things as they come to me. If something needs expounding upon, I'll give it its own entry later. (Actually, don't count on that. Remember, I am the reigning queen of procrastination.)
These are in no particular order.
1. I just got home from my annual scrapbooking retreat. I had a wonderful time. Wonderful. Debbie - - you rock. Great job coordinating. And putting up with me. The place was awesome. The downside - I got sick. I started sneezing Friday night. By Saturday night, I was stopped up. And in desperate need of my Afrin. That brings me to...
2. Afrin Severe Congestion - Yes, I'm back on the wagon. Dang it. I was in such a bad way Saturday night, I would have stuck my head in a swimming pool and taken a deep snort. Ugh. My girl Elaine hooked me up. It wasn't the menthol kind, but it worked. Since I am an addict, I promptly switched to my brand when I got home. (Which I had in my medicine cabinet. And I'll never travel without again. I love you, Afrin.)
3. I also love Tylenol's cold products. Just name one. I've got them. Right now, I'm working over the "severe" line. Alternating between daytime and nighttime. And have you *seen* or *used* the Puffs Plus with lotion and menthol? Yes. Yes. Yes. Put those on your list. I'm not even kidding. Have them on reserve for your next setback. You will be glad you have them. It's a little pampering for your "wittle nose."
4. Back to the scrapbook trip - I think I should re-think my time of year on going. This is two years in a row now that I've gotten sick on my annual trip. Early fall. Hmmmm..... Maybe wait for the first freeze?
5. So off subject - Have you tried Blue Bell's Anniversary Cake ice cream? I think I gained three pounds just typing the words. D.I.V.I.N.E. Now, I am a total ice cream addict. Me and the Father-in-law. We *dig* the ice cream. I should tip him off.
6. Survivor - This will definitely have it's own post later this week. I did get to watch it on Thursday whilst at the retreat. On a lovely flat panel t.v., too. My boy James made it. As well as his team. The other team may have messed themselves up good and proper. I could go on and on. I won't for now. I'm just pleased as pie that James is still there. (And wowzer, is he ripped or what?)
7. I was NOT going to watch The Bachelor or Dancing with the Stars. There is something about the drama of girls fighting over a guy that they don't know that just interests me. It's comical. And Dancing - Stupid Mark Cuban got me on that one. I'm waiting for him to nose dive. You do know that he is my arch enemy, right?
8. Better television coming Thursday - CSI, ER, new show Big Shots, and Without a Trace. I'm behind on Without a Trace. I'm hoping I can catch up. With three dvrs, we ought to be able to get it done. My biggest show night is Sunday. Desperate Housewives and Brothers & Sisters.
9. Wow, I watch a lot of television.
10. They don't have my mango flavor at Sonic anymore. No more mango sweet teas for me. That bites. Now what am a supposed to order? I guess just come home and drink whatever is in my fridge.
11. Parents Night Out is Friday! Woo hoo!!!!!!!!!!
12. My secret pal gave me some really cool gifts while on the retreat. One of them was a 12 pack of diet coke w/splenda! Lots of goodies!!
Okay, I'm winding down. Time to sign off.
Saturday, September 15
Husband e-mailed this to me this afternoon. How sweet is this? Look at the conductor waving back at him. He's only been gone since yesterday and I'm going nuts. I'm seriously looking forward to tomorrow. Husband said J had a great time at the reunion. They got to ride the train, too. *sigh* I hear C coughing in J's room. The little guy is just not bouncing back like I hoped he would. I foresee another trip to the pediatrician on Monday. Ugh.Oh - did you hear that? That was the sound of the Diet Coke I just poured me. Ahhhhhh....
My Fans
I'm sorry I let you down. I'm trying to think of something to post.
*raises hand*
Oh, oh. I know.
I am "playing" in a Survivor contest with some friends on one of my message boards. We each had to draw the name of a contestant we would be rooting for during this season. One of the members drew for us. I drew, James aka The Gravedigger. I. Am. Pumped. I was reading his favorites and he loves Y & R! This was a match made in heaven! There are two other girls on Team James with me. We are going to bury the competition. Bwahahahaha!!!
*raises hand*
Oh, oh. I know.
I am "playing" in a Survivor contest with some friends on one of my message boards. We each had to draw the name of a contestant we would be rooting for during this season. One of the members drew for us. I drew, James aka The Gravedigger. I. Am. Pumped. I was reading his favorites and he loves Y & R! This was a match made in heaven! There are two other girls on Team James with me. We are going to bury the competition. Bwahahahaha!!!
Thursday, September 13
ummmm....hi
Where have I been? You know where I've been. At home, living my life, being a mommy. I would say it's what I do best, but some days I wonder...
What shall I talk about tonight?
Read below to see what Thing 1 did earlier. (*me singing* Duh, duh, duh -- another one bites the dust.) That's right. Another telemarketer, down in flames. This is so much fun. I started to feel sorry for her, then I regrouped and got the giggles all over again. She really thought he was home alone. So, so funny.
Thing 1 is kicking some tail in preschool. He is learning so much. I'm *way* glad we went with five days a week for him. He is really benefiting from it. Growing up so, so fast. He is using the big boy potty now and drinks from a big boy cup. And if you think *you* are all that - - I double-dog dare you to challenge him to play Lego Star Wars on the X-Box. He has finished them both. He rocks. I've tried to play it and he gets frustrated with me. I can't do it. Have *you* ever been schooled by a three (almost four) year old? It's humiliating. And kind of funny, too.
Thing 2 is another story. Poor little guy. We are only into the second week of school and he is already sick. UGH! Croup. And bad. So bad that he and I will be staying home this weekend and missing Husband's family reunion. Thing 1 and Daddy are going by themselves. I hope Thing 2 can shake this bug soon. I know he is frustrated with it. I hurt just listening to him cough. I know he feels like crap. Not much else to report on him. Okay, something positive first. He can watch Blue's Clues and Toy Story non-stop. Seriously. I'm sick of "Coos-Coos." Now Toy Story - - that's cute.
Husband. He made some FABULOUS homemade pretzels tonight. But along with those pretzels was one humongous mess. I'm not even kidding. He said that since he made the pretzels (at my request) I had to clean up. Under normal circumstances that would be fine. I would like to point out that he is no Rachel Ray. Nothing was neatly pre-measured in bowls ahead of time and the man has ZERO concept of "clean as you go." None. Zilch. The kitchen is a wreck. Spills, every measuring device we own - used, two baking sheets are still on the stove, open flour sack, open baking soda... You get my drift? Let me reiterate. The pretzels were good. But c'mon, man.
Final topic - it's coming! One week from tonight! SURVIVOR! And I'm going to be out of town. I can't complain. I'm going on a scrapbook retreat. I leave Thursday and come home on Sunday. I'm sure there is cable at our retreat place. But will it have a DVR with pausing and rewinding capabilities? I've decided not to ruin my season of Survivor this year. I will avoid spoilers at all cost. I am going to post something on either Thursday nights after the show or on Fridays and we can discuss it in comments. Sound good? We can do that each week. Anyone in?
Okay, I better get to work. I have a load in the dryer, one in the washer and then there's that kitchen to attack.
Good night my stalkers.
**Smooches**
What shall I talk about tonight?
Read below to see what Thing 1 did earlier. (*me singing* Duh, duh, duh -- another one bites the dust.) That's right. Another telemarketer, down in flames. This is so much fun. I started to feel sorry for her, then I regrouped and got the giggles all over again. She really thought he was home alone. So, so funny.
Thing 1 is kicking some tail in preschool. He is learning so much. I'm *way* glad we went with five days a week for him. He is really benefiting from it. Growing up so, so fast. He is using the big boy potty now and drinks from a big boy cup. And if you think *you* are all that - - I double-dog dare you to challenge him to play Lego Star Wars on the X-Box. He has finished them both. He rocks. I've tried to play it and he gets frustrated with me. I can't do it. Have *you* ever been schooled by a three (almost four) year old? It's humiliating. And kind of funny, too.
Thing 2 is another story. Poor little guy. We are only into the second week of school and he is already sick. UGH! Croup. And bad. So bad that he and I will be staying home this weekend and missing Husband's family reunion. Thing 1 and Daddy are going by themselves. I hope Thing 2 can shake this bug soon. I know he is frustrated with it. I hurt just listening to him cough. I know he feels like crap. Not much else to report on him. Okay, something positive first. He can watch Blue's Clues and Toy Story non-stop. Seriously. I'm sick of "Coos-Coos." Now Toy Story - - that's cute.
Husband. He made some FABULOUS homemade pretzels tonight. But along with those pretzels was one humongous mess. I'm not even kidding. He said that since he made the pretzels (at my request) I had to clean up. Under normal circumstances that would be fine. I would like to point out that he is no Rachel Ray. Nothing was neatly pre-measured in bowls ahead of time and the man has ZERO concept of "clean as you go." None. Zilch. The kitchen is a wreck. Spills, every measuring device we own - used, two baking sheets are still on the stove, open flour sack, open baking soda... You get my drift? Let me reiterate. The pretzels were good. But c'mon, man.
Final topic - it's coming! One week from tonight! SURVIVOR! And I'm going to be out of town. I can't complain. I'm going on a scrapbook retreat. I leave Thursday and come home on Sunday. I'm sure there is cable at our retreat place. But will it have a DVR with pausing and rewinding capabilities? I've decided not to ruin my season of Survivor this year. I will avoid spoilers at all cost. I am going to post something on either Thursday nights after the show or on Fridays and we can discuss it in comments. Sound good? We can do that each week. Anyone in?
Okay, I better get to work. I have a load in the dryer, one in the washer and then there's that kitchen to attack.
Good night my stalkers.
**Smooches**
The Score
Thing One: 2
Telemarketers: 0
This one was hilarious. Now we might get a welfare check from CPS tomorrow because he told the nice lady that he was three and he was home alone. I can't believe she couldn't hear Husband and I laughing in the background.
Bwahahaha!!!!
Telemarketers: 0
This one was hilarious. Now we might get a welfare check from CPS tomorrow because he told the nice lady that he was three and he was home alone. I can't believe she couldn't hear Husband and I laughing in the background.
Bwahahaha!!!!
Monday, September 10
Misunderstood love...
Husband was dove hunting this weekend. It was good for him to get out. He rarely does things for him. So I encouraged him to do it and he had a very nice time. Yay, Husband.
So - - that left me with the kids. No biggie. I'm with them all the time. I can handle them. And they weren't really bad either. Thing Two wasn't feeling too well, so it was kind of hard getting him to go to bed. But other than that - - nothing major. We played. A lot. After they went to bed, I decided that I needed to find a home for my eight (yes, I said eight) twelve packs of DCS that were stacked up in the hall. One needed to be put in the fridge. ASAP. The others, I don't know, just some place else - - preferably out of the way. But safe from those that can't be trusted by it's allure. (Not just anyone can drink these you know.)
That's when it hit me. I could do my own photo shoot with my Diet Coke w/Splenda. I built a pyramid with them on my bar. Then I popped the top on one and poured it into a glass of ice. I completely dorked out. I am going to make the best scrapbook page ever. I'd love to get it published. We'll see. Hmmmmm......
Here are a few shots of my photo session.
Should you dare to look? No laughing. Serious inquiries only.
Wednesday, September 5
Oh yikes!
Read that definition! I am one SUV away from being a soccer mom.
*hyperventilating*
I need a brown paper bag. Stat.
*hyperventilating*
I need a brown paper bag. Stat.
Declaring war.
....on the soccer moms with SUVs at the kid's school. In the parking lot. Argggghhhhh! They blocked me in my spot. I needed the freakin' jaws of life to get in my car. (Psst... Lady in the pony tail, did my non-poker face reveal anything to you when you came and got back in your running vehicle? You are lucky I didn't move it to another spot for you. Or at least straight in to your spot. The two yellow lines are to be parked in between. Not ON TOP OF. I had to wait for you to leave before I could even back out of my spot.) This tight spot would not have made Husband happy. This meant that I parked in the ding-zone. Not anymore. A fellow mom will understand just how much crap you have to haul out to your car after school. Backpacks, lunch boxes, papers that you don't want to get messed up in the backpacks... Not to mention the kids. Then there's the maniac soccer moms driving and backing up in said parking lot. Yikes. So now, I have to come up with a new game plan. One that will keep us and the car safe. I don't mind walking the distance. I do that at the grocery store. At least there I have a cart to haul my stuff. They don't have those at the school. Hmmm... must think.
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