Friday, August 22, 2008

So long, farewell

Our bags are packed (well, pretty much) and we're almost ready to go. By noon tomorrow, we'll be making our way to Disney. I'm having some mild anxiety about the airport & flight experience with the kids. I'm sure it'll be fine. TS Fay is still hanging around and it looks like we'll be getting rained on for a portion of our vacation. That's alright. A rainy day at Disney is better than a sunny day at home. Well for me it is. I can't wait for that first sight of the gates and my children's faces. To experience the magic through their eyes and wonder at the marvels with them. Jason and I will celebrate 10 years of marriage on the 29th. We have a special evening out planned during the week to celebrate. I'm hoping for one awesome vacation.

I'll see you all on the flip side. I hope each of you have experience your own magic this week.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

The case of the missing keys

Some little guy that lives here found my keys to be a delightful toy yesterday afternoon. Yay. Fun. Great. Now they are missing. Since then. Jason took a precursory look last night and nada. One keyed up momma ransacked the bedroom of said child this morning and nothing.

Crap. And the children, who I gave birth to, won't help hunt for them. Even after offering money, still no help.

Found 'em. They were way back under the love seat and I found them with a flashlight.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Running For Those Who Can't

Just wanted to share and support my BIL in his efforts. He's running a marathon next weekend and is raising funds for Hope For The Warriors . He's in the Air Force and recently got home from Iraq. Hope For The Warriors assists wounded soldiers and helps get them the resources they need. If you've got an extra $5 or $10 that's burning a hole in your pocket, please think about donating. Thanks!


Great googley moogley, my oldest halfing's farts are something awful. They are disgusting. And she doesn't claim them.

Which leads me to ask this you fart in front of your partner, family, etc?

Monday, August 18, 2008

Inspiring Quote

Got this one off my Cricut newsletter....

"Courage does not always roar. Sometimes it is a quiet voice at the end of the day, saying...'I will try again tomorrow.'"

~ Mary Anne Radmacher

Certifiably Insane

I made this big blog post last night about how I beat myself up and I feel like a sucky wife, mom, and friend. I deleted it after thinking that I was really being a downer and so many more people have a crappier life than I. But I do really need to vent, so here's the tamed down version.

I'm anxious. Therefore, I act insane. I'm crabby, tired, not at all patient. Just a huge ray of f'ing sunshine. I have yet to start packing for Disney. I've got 4 loads of clean laundry calling my name and asking to be folded. I've got work up the wazoo and no "me" time to finish it in one big chunk. Phoenix took 3 hours to go to bed last night, resulting in a disagreement of sorts between the hubby and I. Ariana woke up and peed the bed. Ain't life grand? Then I insanely said I'd watch a girlfriends kids today. That's where I crossed the line into insane. Four children, two five year olds, a three year old, and a two year old. And while they play together nicely at times, they are most often jockeying for position. And one of them tattles on everyone else. It's been a lovely day.

I've got a big interview coming up. Yes, as in a full time job. The one I've been waiting for. I'm waiting to hear when interviews will be scheduled, but I'll have it for sure right after the start of Sept. And quite honestly, it's wigging me out. This is THE one.

So, I apologize for being a sucky blogger lately. Well, for the last several weeks into months. I'm hoping to get something decent up before we leave on Friday, but I make no guarantees.

Okay, vent over. You can go back to your regularly scheduled programming. ;)

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Aw Crap, What a way to start a weekend

I made a major screwup with something big. And it's going to cost me. As in real money.


I feel sick to my stomach about it. I could throw up right now I'm so angry with myself.

What a lovely way to start off a mini-vacation.

Monday, August 11, 2008

Feeling A Bit of Pressure

It's all pressure I put on myself, of course. But with our Disney trip looming (next week--EEK!) and us camping this weekend, I feel pressed for time. Time for laundry, packing the kids for grandma's this weekend, us for camping (adults only trip) and then repacking for FL. Time to finish wrapping up clients I have going in the next month or so. Time for back to school stuff. Ugh. I have 1,001 things I wanted to do by next week and they are so not happening. I'm normally not this pressured or freaked out before a vacation, so it's catching me a bit off guard.

So, do you wig out before leaving on vacation? Do you pack the night before or weeks before?


I've been catching some of the Olympics over the weekend and last night I was impressed by a gymnast, Oksana Chusovitina . She is not your typical gymnast, or at least what I envision when I think of your average Olympic gymnast. She is 33 years old and her story is heartwarming. Her son developed leukemia and she moved to Germany for his treatment. And the gym was her solace. She is competing in her fifth Olympics and I wish her all the best. Check out her Olympic bio. When I see mostly 16 year old gymnasts and expect them to be under 20, she's a breath of fresh air and pretty darn awesome.

Thursday, August 7, 2008

The Words Coming Out Of Your Mouth

Two things that made me laugh this evening.

1) Ariana: Mom, are you going to die soon?
Me: No, I'm not. Why?
Ariana: Cuz you're old and when you have spots, you're old.
Me: (laughing through tears) well, I just didn't have a reply for a couple minutes. It was just too damn funny. And I have no clue what she's talking about with spots.

2) Jason: You know what sucks about throwing out leftovers?
Me: No. (thinking it has to do with money wasting)
Jason: You never know what smell you're going to get.

After the day I had today, I totally needed this humor and found it way funnier that I perhaps would have on a different day.

Something New

For the last few weeks, Phoenix has developed this "scared" thing. It's something new, completely out of the blue. When it's time for bed, whether it's naptime or bedtime, he freaks out now when you put him in the crib. You mention nap or bedtime and he freaks. "Scared, scared." Before this, he was so easy to put to bed. Maybe too easy.

Once you get him in the crib, he screams and screams. Then screams some more. We have no clue what he's scared of. He's not showing any signs of seperation anxiety during the day, so I'm not sold that that could be what this possibly is. The kids have a lamp on in their room at bedtime, and we turn it off after they are asleep when we got to bed. And once that's off, the nighlight (adjustable) is on full-blast.

So, my fellow moms. What the hell do we do? Is this just a phase? I'm at a loss.

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Powerful Women's Motto:

Live your life in such a way that when your feet hit the floor in the morning,
Satan shudders & says...
"Oh Hell....she's awake!!"

I got this in an email from a girlfriend and it made me smile.

Monday, August 4, 2008

When it gets quiet, I get worried

The children have struck again. They were playing hide & seek with me this morning, and they were basically hanging out in the bathtub behind the curtain while I went from room to room "looking" for them. Then I was rinsing some dishes while they played in the tub, sans water. Then I noticed it was quiet. A bit too quiet for my kids. Which is when trouble is brewing.

They had my half full bottle of shampoo, Biolage which is a bit more costly than Pert, etc, and were dumping it all over the tub. Are you kidding me? Seriously kids, give me a break. They were covered in shampoo and then tried to take off through the house.

While I had them in the tub, with water, to rinse them off, which was a fruitless exercise since the shampoo made more bubbles than the gazillion bubble machine, they kept hopping in and out and splashing.

My bathroom floor is shiny and a bit slippery. The tub is full of bubbles, even after draining. And I have this shampoo smell stuck to my skin. It smells good when I use it on my hair, but it's permeating something awful at the moment.

Sunday, August 3, 2008

Breaking Dawn

I'm not posting any big spoilers since I don't want to ruin it for anyone who hasn't finished reading or even picked it up yet, but....

WOW! That book was a ride. A fabulous ride.

I started reading as soon as I got home from the store. Stayed up until about 3:30am, when Phoenix woke up. Fell asleep about 5ish and slept until 10am. Picked the book back up around 11am and finished it at 2:30pm. It was awesome.

Here are a few photos from the evening...

Why Do I Bother?

I have tried to pick up items for my dearest husband in the past and it always ends up turning into a fiasco. If it's a polo shirt for work, the sleeves are wrong or it has a pocket. If it's a movie, it's not widescreen and he complains (before I can even tell him that all they had was the fullscreen version). I've actually told myself recently that I wasn't buying any more shit for him, since I apparently have no clue what he likes.

Well, he's been complaining he needs new t-shirts. And he wears his Nike tee's all the time. So, Kohls had them on sale and I picked up a few. Turns out they are all in the same color he already has and they are a size Large, which he normally wears. There has been an issue with shrinkage in the past on these shirts, so he bought an XL last time. The XL in the store looked gigantic, even if it'd shrink. So I bought the larges. Planning to ensure that they are washed carefully without hot water and high heat.

Since my intention was just to buy him some new shirts, and NOT to replace the shirts he has already, I am now returning them. God forbid he replace one of the shirts or have two in the same color. And I've told myself, AGAIN, that it's a waste of my time to shop for him for shit like this.

I know it's my own damn fault, but it makes me feel like shit when I'm trying to do something nice for him and it ends up being "wrong" or whatever. At times, I wonder why I even fucking bother.

Friday, August 1, 2008

I'mmmmm Baaacck

F*ck. I typed up a post and blogger had issues. Crapola.

I'm back, but this is real quick. I'm about to head out to BN for the Breaking Dawn release party. But as soon as I'm done with the book, I'm looking forward to checking in and see how everyone is doing.