Yep, that's right. I am insane, I admit it.
I am currently in the process of taking a family trip. We're DRIVING, with all the boys, to my DH's family reunion in Idaho. Why is it that the one person who doesn't really want to do it is the one who has to pack everything and get everyone ready to go? As Marianne told me earlier... vacation is NOT a vacation for MOM.
So, that's where I am, and why I haven't updated. Trying to get everything caught up and keep Marianne from panicking (she doesn't want me to go either... lol). I think I'll be able to check in while away, but you never know.
As for the whole Cops incident.. thank you everyone. It's nice to know I'm not the only one who thought it was blown all kinds of out of proportion. It took two days for my stomach to unknot. Hugs to y'all for your support.
Okay, I know this is a really short post, but I don't really have time for anything longer... I shouldn't even be here now... but don't tell anyone.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Friday, July 11, 2008
COPS!!! I'm SERIOUS!
So, apparently, I am a terrible mother who doesn't deserve to have children.
That's right... the COPS were called on me!
No, really, I'm serious. The police were called to my house.
Here's the story: I stopped off at Wal-Mart after picking up my older two boys from the rec center. I had all three older boys with me, and I should have known better, but hope springs eternal. So, after going through the store and hearing, "Can we...?" and "Mommy, I want..." nonstop and having to chase down 3 and finally toss him in the cart because he REFUSED to listen... I lost it in the parking lot.
9 ignored me and proceeded to open up three very large bottles of Gatorade for him and his two brothers. 3 then proceeded to dump half of his bottle all over the back of the van, before I had even gotten around to the driver's seat. HOW DO THEY DO IT? Did I mention our van is relatively new... I get upset if stuff is spilled in it... because DH gets upset if stuff is spilled in it.
I lost it, I admit it, I was hollering in the parking lot. I stormed around the van, hollered at them to give me the stupid drinks, and proceeded to tell them very loudly that they were never coming to the grocery store with me again. Now, when I got into the driver seat, I noticed a woman staring at me. I gave her a "What are you looking at?" look and drove off... after gripping my head and screaming loudly, "AAARRRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!" I then took a deep breath and drove home (which is right down the street).
When I got home I told the boys to get in the house and get towels to mop up the mess. I came in, lamented to DH that I didn't know why I kept doing this to myself and proceeded to cry while I put the groceries away. I noticed a car slowly driving around the school across the street and thought briefly that someone was lost.
20 MINUTES LATER THE COPS WERE RINGING MY DOORBELL!!!
"Could you come outside please?"
Holy crap... what is going on? "Um, okay, sure, let me put the dog in the back yard." (Harley was going nuts.)
"Were you guys just at Wal-Mart?"
ARE YOU KIDDING ME? "Yes, sir, I was, and Yes, sir, I was screaming at my kids in the parking lot, but I did not beat them no matter how much they deserved it!"
"Honestly, I don't really think you did. But, we have to investigate these calls. You understand."
"Absolutely."
"Why were you so upset with them?"
"Because, they had just dumped half a gatorade in the backseat when I told them not to open them until we got home!"
"Well, hell, I would have had the same damned reaction!" I kid you not, the nice Officer McGinnis said this!
"Yup, I was not happy with them. When we got home they got to clean it up too."
"Good!"
"But, I did not beat them.."
"Well, frankly, I'd prefer it if you did." Color me stumped! "If more people made their children own up to their actions and spanked them I wouldn't have to deal with them later on in life!"
I swear I just stood there and blinked at him... as did his rookie he was training. The boys then proceeded to trot outside wanting to meet the police officers (we like police officers, firefighters, and soldiers in our house). When asked, 9 freely admitted he had opened the bottles, but that I hadn't been very clear on when they COULD in fact open the Gatorades. (9 is on a fast-track to law school if you ask me) This brought a laugh and then a lecture from Officer McGinnis on how 9 needed to listen to his mother. 3 at first thought they were there to take him away for spilling the Gatorade (wonder where he got THAT idea... 9?) and locked us out of the house. Good thing 9 was still inside and let us in.
Basically, the officers said they had to check it out, make sure that we weren't killing our kids and they were sorry to bother us. They walked away laughing. Meanwhile, our friends in the neighborhood were driving by staring wondering what in the world had happened that the police were on our front porch. *sigh* And I am southern enough to be bothered by what my neighbors might think of me... at least for ten minutes or so. LOL
Yanno, I never once slapped my kids in that parking lot, I never pulled them out and made them walk home, I never did anything beyond scream at them and warn them of the consequences of their actions. They would never get to go to the store with me unless it was an emergency (no milk and no DH to cover me), they would be cleaning up the mess they made and... The Gatorade was confiscated to be re-released at a later date. BUT, someone felt that I went over the line... I guess they either don't have children or their children are angels because they don't "need" to yell at them or hellions because they obviously never yell at their children about the consequences of their actions at the top of their lungs. Well.. bully for them. These are my children who are ALL BOY! And there are days where my children are darned lucky I think it would scar them if I spanked them in public.
So, basically, someone had nothing better to do than to follow me down the street from the Neighborhood Wal-Mart and then drive around while she made sure she got my address right when she was talking to the police. Pretty convinced it was that lady in the parking lot staring at me. When the cops showed up on my doorstep I had no idea why they were there. I thought another one of our cars had been broken into...
Nope, apparently a nosey woman's call that I was "possibly" harming my children causes them to make haste, where as when someone breaks into our van, or bashes out a window, and they can't be bothered to come out and take a report we had to go into the station and fill it out ourselves. Grr... if I see that lady again... I'll smile sweetly and ask her if SHE would like to spend a day in the grocery store with all three of them.
Okay, I'm done. I almost want to laugh now... at the time I was quite a bit furious that some nosey ass woman had no business sticking her nose in my business. But, oh well... she'll get hers someday. Good thing the boys are charming and just "so obviously abused and neglected. Some freaking people.
The officers were very sweet and understanding so it was more a conversation about friends.
Okay, I'm tired. It's been an emtional day. No kiddie quote today. I had to give a nother rant. I'll try to post some pictures of Harley tomorrow... he's so purty now that his winter coat has been combed out.
I'm losing my ability to make sense now, so that was the most exciting stuff to happen to me today... let's see how the rest of the week to see whatelse happens.
That's right... the COPS were called on me!
No, really, I'm serious. The police were called to my house.
Here's the story: I stopped off at Wal-Mart after picking up my older two boys from the rec center. I had all three older boys with me, and I should have known better, but hope springs eternal. So, after going through the store and hearing, "Can we...?" and "Mommy, I want..." nonstop and having to chase down 3 and finally toss him in the cart because he REFUSED to listen... I lost it in the parking lot.
9 ignored me and proceeded to open up three very large bottles of Gatorade for him and his two brothers. 3 then proceeded to dump half of his bottle all over the back of the van, before I had even gotten around to the driver's seat. HOW DO THEY DO IT? Did I mention our van is relatively new... I get upset if stuff is spilled in it... because DH gets upset if stuff is spilled in it.
I lost it, I admit it, I was hollering in the parking lot. I stormed around the van, hollered at them to give me the stupid drinks, and proceeded to tell them very loudly that they were never coming to the grocery store with me again. Now, when I got into the driver seat, I noticed a woman staring at me. I gave her a "What are you looking at?" look and drove off... after gripping my head and screaming loudly, "AAARRRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!" I then took a deep breath and drove home (which is right down the street).
When I got home I told the boys to get in the house and get towels to mop up the mess. I came in, lamented to DH that I didn't know why I kept doing this to myself and proceeded to cry while I put the groceries away. I noticed a car slowly driving around the school across the street and thought briefly that someone was lost.
20 MINUTES LATER THE COPS WERE RINGING MY DOORBELL!!!
"Could you come outside please?"
Holy crap... what is going on? "Um, okay, sure, let me put the dog in the back yard." (Harley was going nuts.)
"Were you guys just at Wal-Mart?"
ARE YOU KIDDING ME? "Yes, sir, I was, and Yes, sir, I was screaming at my kids in the parking lot, but I did not beat them no matter how much they deserved it!"
"Honestly, I don't really think you did. But, we have to investigate these calls. You understand."
"Absolutely."
"Why were you so upset with them?"
"Because, they had just dumped half a gatorade in the backseat when I told them not to open them until we got home!"
"Well, hell, I would have had the same damned reaction!" I kid you not, the nice Officer McGinnis said this!
"Yup, I was not happy with them. When we got home they got to clean it up too."
"Good!"
"But, I did not beat them.."
"Well, frankly, I'd prefer it if you did." Color me stumped! "If more people made their children own up to their actions and spanked them I wouldn't have to deal with them later on in life!"
I swear I just stood there and blinked at him... as did his rookie he was training. The boys then proceeded to trot outside wanting to meet the police officers (we like police officers, firefighters, and soldiers in our house). When asked, 9 freely admitted he had opened the bottles, but that I hadn't been very clear on when they COULD in fact open the Gatorades. (9 is on a fast-track to law school if you ask me) This brought a laugh and then a lecture from Officer McGinnis on how 9 needed to listen to his mother. 3 at first thought they were there to take him away for spilling the Gatorade (wonder where he got THAT idea... 9?) and locked us out of the house. Good thing 9 was still inside and let us in.
Basically, the officers said they had to check it out, make sure that we weren't killing our kids and they were sorry to bother us. They walked away laughing. Meanwhile, our friends in the neighborhood were driving by staring wondering what in the world had happened that the police were on our front porch. *sigh* And I am southern enough to be bothered by what my neighbors might think of me... at least for ten minutes or so. LOL
Yanno, I never once slapped my kids in that parking lot, I never pulled them out and made them walk home, I never did anything beyond scream at them and warn them of the consequences of their actions. They would never get to go to the store with me unless it was an emergency (no milk and no DH to cover me), they would be cleaning up the mess they made and... The Gatorade was confiscated to be re-released at a later date. BUT, someone felt that I went over the line... I guess they either don't have children or their children are angels because they don't "need" to yell at them or hellions because they obviously never yell at their children about the consequences of their actions at the top of their lungs. Well.. bully for them. These are my children who are ALL BOY! And there are days where my children are darned lucky I think it would scar them if I spanked them in public.
So, basically, someone had nothing better to do than to follow me down the street from the Neighborhood Wal-Mart and then drive around while she made sure she got my address right when she was talking to the police. Pretty convinced it was that lady in the parking lot staring at me. When the cops showed up on my doorstep I had no idea why they were there. I thought another one of our cars had been broken into...
Nope, apparently a nosey woman's call that I was "possibly" harming my children causes them to make haste, where as when someone breaks into our van, or bashes out a window, and they can't be bothered to come out and take a report we had to go into the station and fill it out ourselves. Grr... if I see that lady again... I'll smile sweetly and ask her if SHE would like to spend a day in the grocery store with all three of them.
Okay, I'm done. I almost want to laugh now... at the time I was quite a bit furious that some nosey ass woman had no business sticking her nose in my business. But, oh well... she'll get hers someday. Good thing the boys are charming and just "so obviously abused and neglected. Some freaking people.
The officers were very sweet and understanding so it was more a conversation about friends.
Okay, I'm tired. It's been an emtional day. No kiddie quote today. I had to give a nother rant. I'll try to post some pictures of Harley tomorrow... he's so purty now that his winter coat has been combed out.
I'm losing my ability to make sense now, so that was the most exciting stuff to happen to me today... let's see how the rest of the week to see whatelse happens.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
GRRRRRR..... Rant Ahead!
Okay, rant ahead... you've been warned!
What ever happened to common courtesy? Since when is it okay to sit behind someone in a drive thru and honk your horn at them then wave your arms around like they're somehow inconveniencing you?
I took the boys to Mickey D's today... cuz I had just had enough and didn't feel like cooking anything. We've ALL been there, don't even try to deny it. Anyway, I usually make the boys tell me what they want BEFORE we get to the order box... thingy... and today was no different. Even so, they still sometimes hem and haw as they try to decide if they want fries or apple dippers, juice or milk, but asking them early usually cuts down on the drive thru time.
Anyway, today they were actually pretty good about telling me, but 3 has a hard time deciding... no matter how much time I give him. LOL We hadn't been there more than a minute and I was finishing up the order when the mean little gnome in the car behind us started honking his horn and waving his arms around like we were taking HOURS instead of minutes. I ignored him and finished our order and pulled forward the whole SINGLE CAR LENGTH to wait for the two cars in front of us to finish paying and move forward. See, we weren't holding anyone up, but you couldn't have told HIM that.
That little man rode my bumper all the way through the drive thru! Then as I am getting the food, I double-check to make sure that everything is correct... I have had more than one child pitch a temper tantrum because someone gave them fries instead of apple dippers, yanno! I was in NO mood to deal with that today, so I took the extra ten seconds to peek into each bag and make sure there would be no more drama. AND HE HONKED AGAIN! The lady in the window looked at ME like I did it!
I said, "NOT me... the nasty little man in the car behind me!"
Then, she and her manager both proceeded to hang out the window and stare at him! I about bust a gut laughing. In my rearview mirror I could see him slump down in his seat and try to avoid their glares. As I drove away, all I could think was, "What ever happened to common courtesy?" It's not like I was taking an inordinate amount of time ordering and getting my food. I see it more and more all around me... people hanging out their windows screaming at people in the crosswalk to move faster, then speeding around them when they're not even fully clear of the crosswalk... kids pushing each other down to get to the front of a line that isn't really going anywhere but into the next room... ADULTS pushing each other down to be first... Where did this whole ME ME ME mentality come from? Can I dare to hope that I can teach my children manners and common courtesy when there are so many people out there who don't even bother saying please and thank you?
Okay, I'm done for now... LOL
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I am just exhausted today. Not sure if some of y'all know, but I have sleep "issues" and some nights I'm lucky to get 3 or 4 hours of sleep.
Last night was one of those nights... I was still up when Marianne got up on the East Coast. I swear I can see her flinch all the way over there when she gets up and sees that I'm still up.
I have sleeping pills I'm supposed to take, but after a few days they aren't as effective, and I have to just deal. I can go without but that means NO sleep... *sigh* Needless to say, I wish I had an alternative. Believe me, I've tried just about everything... melatonin, bananas, cutting caffeine completely, no excercise after a certain time, all sorts of herbal supplements and accupressure (not accupuncture... yet), meditation... just about anything that has been suggested.
Now, honestly, I've sort of gotten used to going with little to no sleep, but it does affect my personality (just ask my kids) when I've gone several days with only minimal sleep. I don't really know what to do about it... but maybe someone out there has an idea that I haven't tried... and that doesn't involve needles. (Sorry, Marianne... it's a bit of a phobia)
Anyone?
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Okee dokee on a lighter note... I thought I'd do a quiz! :-)
That was fun! And... it's true! LOL
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Last time's Kiddie Quote was entirely MY FAULT! I know... having boys has corrupted me beyond measure.
It started when I told 9 to butt out of a conversation between me and DH... my exact words were... "Back off, Nosey-Butt!" Which then led me to ask, "Hmm... what would the world be like if our noses were on our butts instead of our faces?"
*SIGH* Yes, I know, bad mommy! But, the conversation was quite fun. 9, me and DH all had a few ideas on what the world would be like:
"I'll bet people would wipe their butts a lot better!" - 9
"There'd be a lot less nose-piercings!" - 9 again
"Deodorant wouldn't be as important... at least on your underarms." - DH
Sorry... I don't have a new Kiddie Quote right now... I'm tired.
What ever happened to common courtesy? Since when is it okay to sit behind someone in a drive thru and honk your horn at them then wave your arms around like they're somehow inconveniencing you?
I took the boys to Mickey D's today... cuz I had just had enough and didn't feel like cooking anything. We've ALL been there, don't even try to deny it. Anyway, I usually make the boys tell me what they want BEFORE we get to the order box... thingy... and today was no different. Even so, they still sometimes hem and haw as they try to decide if they want fries or apple dippers, juice or milk, but asking them early usually cuts down on the drive thru time.
Anyway, today they were actually pretty good about telling me, but 3 has a hard time deciding... no matter how much time I give him. LOL We hadn't been there more than a minute and I was finishing up the order when the mean little gnome in the car behind us started honking his horn and waving his arms around like we were taking HOURS instead of minutes. I ignored him and finished our order and pulled forward the whole SINGLE CAR LENGTH to wait for the two cars in front of us to finish paying and move forward. See, we weren't holding anyone up, but you couldn't have told HIM that.
That little man rode my bumper all the way through the drive thru! Then as I am getting the food, I double-check to make sure that everything is correct... I have had more than one child pitch a temper tantrum because someone gave them fries instead of apple dippers, yanno! I was in NO mood to deal with that today, so I took the extra ten seconds to peek into each bag and make sure there would be no more drama. AND HE HONKED AGAIN! The lady in the window looked at ME like I did it!
I said, "NOT me... the nasty little man in the car behind me!"
Then, she and her manager both proceeded to hang out the window and stare at him! I about bust a gut laughing. In my rearview mirror I could see him slump down in his seat and try to avoid their glares. As I drove away, all I could think was, "What ever happened to common courtesy?" It's not like I was taking an inordinate amount of time ordering and getting my food. I see it more and more all around me... people hanging out their windows screaming at people in the crosswalk to move faster, then speeding around them when they're not even fully clear of the crosswalk... kids pushing each other down to get to the front of a line that isn't really going anywhere but into the next room... ADULTS pushing each other down to be first... Where did this whole ME ME ME mentality come from? Can I dare to hope that I can teach my children manners and common courtesy when there are so many people out there who don't even bother saying please and thank you?
Okay, I'm done for now... LOL
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I am just exhausted today. Not sure if some of y'all know, but I have sleep "issues" and some nights I'm lucky to get 3 or 4 hours of sleep.
Last night was one of those nights... I was still up when Marianne got up on the East Coast. I swear I can see her flinch all the way over there when she gets up and sees that I'm still up.
I have sleeping pills I'm supposed to take, but after a few days they aren't as effective, and I have to just deal. I can go without but that means NO sleep... *sigh* Needless to say, I wish I had an alternative. Believe me, I've tried just about everything... melatonin, bananas, cutting caffeine completely, no excercise after a certain time, all sorts of herbal supplements and accupressure (not accupuncture... yet), meditation... just about anything that has been suggested.
Now, honestly, I've sort of gotten used to going with little to no sleep, but it does affect my personality (just ask my kids) when I've gone several days with only minimal sleep. I don't really know what to do about it... but maybe someone out there has an idea that I haven't tried... and that doesn't involve needles. (Sorry, Marianne... it's a bit of a phobia)
Anyone?
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Okee dokee on a lighter note... I thought I'd do a quiz! :-)
You Are a Chick Rocker! |
 You're living proof that chicks can rock You're inspired by Joan Jett and the Donnas And when you rock, you rock hard (Plus, you get all the cute guy groupies you want!) |
That was fun! And... it's true! LOL
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Last time's Kiddie Quote was entirely MY FAULT! I know... having boys has corrupted me beyond measure.
It started when I told 9 to butt out of a conversation between me and DH... my exact words were... "Back off, Nosey-Butt!" Which then led me to ask, "Hmm... what would the world be like if our noses were on our butts instead of our faces?"
*SIGH* Yes, I know, bad mommy! But, the conversation was quite fun. 9, me and DH all had a few ideas on what the world would be like:
"I'll bet people would wipe their butts a lot better!" - 9
"There'd be a lot less nose-piercings!" - 9 again
"Deodorant wouldn't be as important... at least on your underarms." - DH
Sorry... I don't have a new Kiddie Quote right now... I'm tired.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
How odd is ODD?
YES! SEE, as far as the Accidental Porn... I'm not the only one with a gutter-brain! DH and I both thought it looked like a man groping a woman from behind. And, we're not the only ones. YAY. LOL.
Thank you, everyone for the Anniversary thoughts. We had a nice evening and I love getting dressed up... I'm such a girly girl.
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So, I have a question for the parents out there. Does your child just do things that are ODD and you're not sure where they got the quirk from?
Each of my children has a little quirk that can either make me smile or make me grit my teeth... just depends on the day.
9 makes a noise, completely subconsciously, when he's playing. It's sort of a cross between a war explosion and a sort of grunt. I don't know how else to describe it. I know this is part of his disorder, and it's one of the milder issues, but when the day is long and that's all I've heard all day it's all I can do not to scream when he runs through the living room making the noise.
6 has to wash his hands at least twice during a meal. He can't stand to have dirty, sticky hands. He usually goes through at least two napkins or paper towels when he eats. I love that I don't usually have to worry about HIS fingerprints all over the walls and furniture. I hate that he is popping up and down from the dinner table all through dinner.
0 doesn't have any quirks yet... but I'm sure there will be at least one in the future.
Now, 3... he has to line things up. His Hot Wheels... he lines them up by size, color and model. His animal figures... by size and breed. He gets very upset if one of his older brothers comes along and disrupts his pattern. The other morning I came into the kitchen to find this (ignore my messy table, the boys all got up long before I did that day and they aren't very good at cleaning up after themselves... I'm working on that):
Thank you, everyone for the Anniversary thoughts. We had a nice evening and I love getting dressed up... I'm such a girly girl.
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So, I have a question for the parents out there. Does your child just do things that are ODD and you're not sure where they got the quirk from?
Each of my children has a little quirk that can either make me smile or make me grit my teeth... just depends on the day.
9 makes a noise, completely subconsciously, when he's playing. It's sort of a cross between a war explosion and a sort of grunt. I don't know how else to describe it. I know this is part of his disorder, and it's one of the milder issues, but when the day is long and that's all I've heard all day it's all I can do not to scream when he runs through the living room making the noise.
6 has to wash his hands at least twice during a meal. He can't stand to have dirty, sticky hands. He usually goes through at least two napkins or paper towels when he eats. I love that I don't usually have to worry about HIS fingerprints all over the walls and furniture. I hate that he is popping up and down from the dinner table all through dinner.
0 doesn't have any quirks yet... but I'm sure there will be at least one in the future.
Now, 3... he has to line things up. His Hot Wheels... he lines them up by size, color and model. His animal figures... by size and breed. He gets very upset if one of his older brothers comes along and disrupts his pattern. The other morning I came into the kitchen to find this (ignore my messy table, the boys all got up long before I did that day and they aren't very good at cleaning up after themselves... I'm working on that):
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Those are Frosted Mini-Wheats! You can see his concentration as he works... Then, the poor thing had a complete "come-apart" when 9 trotted into the kitchen and started to munch on the squares... er rectangles on the end.
Now, I know we all have our quirks. Don't even try to deny it! I don't like the food on my plate to touch. I can mix it up if I want, but if it comes to me already touching I have a very hard time eating it. DH eats his food in a circle... he starts on one food and eats it until it's gone, then he rotates his plate to the next food on the plate. What quirks do your children have that make you tilt your head and mutter, "HUH" ? What quirks do YOU have that you hope you didn't/don't pass on to future generations?
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The last Kiddie Quote was pretty self-explanatory.
This time, it's:
"If our noses were on our butts... there would be a lot less nose-piercings!"
Yup... I'll explain that next time. :-)
Now, I know we all have our quirks. Don't even try to deny it! I don't like the food on my plate to touch. I can mix it up if I want, but if it comes to me already touching I have a very hard time eating it. DH eats his food in a circle... he starts on one food and eats it until it's gone, then he rotates his plate to the next food on the plate. What quirks do your children have that make you tilt your head and mutter, "HUH" ? What quirks do YOU have that you hope you didn't/don't pass on to future generations?
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The last Kiddie Quote was pretty self-explanatory.
This time, it's:
"If our noses were on our butts... there would be a lot less nose-piercings!"
Yup... I'll explain that next time. :-)
Monday, June 23, 2008
Birthdays, Baptisms, Anniversaries and Accidental Porn
So, in response to Marianne, Bri and Amy:
M~ & Bri~ I only know about girls from growing up with mostly sisters (and my brother is a step so... he wasn't around much) so I can only say, "What do I know, I only have boys!" LOL I think that both sexes have their own unique issues and challenges, and there's always gonna be something to make you say, "Boys!" or "Girls!" with a huge sigh.
Amy~ YES! I know, right! And as you can see... he was laughing the ENTIRE time. He knew I was grossed out and he snickered the whole way. It doesn't help any that DH eggs him on just as badly as the other boys. :::rolling eyes:::
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So, this has been a super busy week for us. Well, a super busy month, but this weekend has been the busiest.
June and October are when we have the most birthdays and special occasions. Just this weekend we had oldest DSs birthday, my wedding anniversary, and my best friend's son was baptised. So, we were running around A LOT and I didn't get anything done.
So, we didn't really celebrate DSs birthday yet. He got the ice cream and a small present, but we didn't do the big To-Do yet. He wanted to have his party at Chuck E. Cheese. So, he'll get more stuff then... lol. That will be a busy weekend too.
For our anniversary my DH took me to a really nice restaurant with the most... *sigh*... delicious food! And I got to dress up (I'll post the picture of my purty dress and me and DH below) and DH dressed up, and we left the kids with my parents. As we were leaving the restaurant, and couple who had been sitting a few tables over from us was leaving as well. They gave us the nicest compliment.
"I'm sorry to be nosy," the man said. "But, did you two just get married?"
We had to laugh. "Um, no this is our anniversary."
The guy was confused, "So, um, you're newlyweds though? Like only one year?"
How sweet, right? "Nope, this is seven years."
"Wow, we could have sworn you were newlyweds!"
Now, while I thought that was sweet, I also kind of thought that it was sad. Why should only newlyweds hold hands and want to touch each other and talk to each other and share their meals? Am I the only one who feels this way? I personally LIKE spending time with my DH. Why marry someone who you don't want to be around? Why STAY married to someone you don't want to be around? Anyway, I learned it from my parents. The most common thing heard in my house growing up... "Ick, get a room you two!" My parents thought it was hilarious and informed us that one day we would appreciate it. *sigh* My parents were right again... dangit!
Just don't tell them I said so.
Okay, here's my dress:
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Yes, I'm standing on a table... I HATE my carpet. But, that's another blog! LOL
And this is the two of us at the restaurant:
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So, I'm sure you're wondering about this "accidental porn" that I mentioned above. Um... hmm... have you ever seen a sign, or a food or a toy that just didn't look right? It looks like something sexual to you? Now, maybe my mind is in the gutter a lot... okay, no maybe there, but still I seem to notice these things in a lot more places than one would think. My DH is MUCH worse about it than me, which is why we get along so well! :-D
So, these signs are up all over town. And my parents didn't see it the way DH and I saw it. I guess I'll let you be the judge:
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Does anyone else see it? It's not just me, right?
So, that's all for today. I just wanted to give everyone an update on my insanely crazy weekend. :-D
M~ & Bri~ I only know about girls from growing up with mostly sisters (and my brother is a step so... he wasn't around much) so I can only say, "What do I know, I only have boys!" LOL I think that both sexes have their own unique issues and challenges, and there's always gonna be something to make you say, "Boys!" or "Girls!" with a huge sigh.
Amy~ YES! I know, right! And as you can see... he was laughing the ENTIRE time. He knew I was grossed out and he snickered the whole way. It doesn't help any that DH eggs him on just as badly as the other boys. :::rolling eyes:::
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So, this has been a super busy week for us. Well, a super busy month, but this weekend has been the busiest.
June and October are when we have the most birthdays and special occasions. Just this weekend we had oldest DSs birthday, my wedding anniversary, and my best friend's son was baptised. So, we were running around A LOT and I didn't get anything done.
So, we didn't really celebrate DSs birthday yet. He got the ice cream and a small present, but we didn't do the big To-Do yet. He wanted to have his party at Chuck E. Cheese. So, he'll get more stuff then... lol. That will be a busy weekend too.
For our anniversary my DH took me to a really nice restaurant with the most... *sigh*... delicious food! And I got to dress up (I'll post the picture of my purty dress and me and DH below) and DH dressed up, and we left the kids with my parents. As we were leaving the restaurant, and couple who had been sitting a few tables over from us was leaving as well. They gave us the nicest compliment.
"I'm sorry to be nosy," the man said. "But, did you two just get married?"
We had to laugh. "Um, no this is our anniversary."
The guy was confused, "So, um, you're newlyweds though? Like only one year?"
How sweet, right? "Nope, this is seven years."
"Wow, we could have sworn you were newlyweds!"
Now, while I thought that was sweet, I also kind of thought that it was sad. Why should only newlyweds hold hands and want to touch each other and talk to each other and share their meals? Am I the only one who feels this way? I personally LIKE spending time with my DH. Why marry someone who you don't want to be around? Why STAY married to someone you don't want to be around? Anyway, I learned it from my parents. The most common thing heard in my house growing up... "Ick, get a room you two!" My parents thought it was hilarious and informed us that one day we would appreciate it. *sigh* My parents were right again... dangit!
Just don't tell them I said so.
Okay, here's my dress:
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Yes, I'm standing on a table... I HATE my carpet. But, that's another blog! LOL
And this is the two of us at the restaurant:
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So, I'm sure you're wondering about this "accidental porn" that I mentioned above. Um... hmm... have you ever seen a sign, or a food or a toy that just didn't look right? It looks like something sexual to you? Now, maybe my mind is in the gutter a lot... okay, no maybe there, but still I seem to notice these things in a lot more places than one would think. My DH is MUCH worse about it than me, which is why we get along so well! :-D
So, these signs are up all over town. And my parents didn't see it the way DH and I saw it. I guess I'll let you be the judge:
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Does anyone else see it? It's not just me, right?
So, that's all for today. I just wanted to give everyone an update on my insanely crazy weekend. :-D
Friday, June 20, 2008
Blog? What Blog? I have a Blog?
HOLY CANNOLI, Batman! Where did the time go? Yes, yes, I know...it has been quite some time since I've deigned to grace Blogger with my presence.
We have recently revamped The Long and Short of It review site. Well, Judy decreed it, Marianne revamped it, and I did a bunch of the grunt work. As you could probably guess... I have been uber busy over there. We've been building web pages and I've been helping with pages, writing reviews and other general AABH "stuff". So... so, sorry for being incommunicado these last few weeks.
Yes, it was on the 4th (Thanks! :*) Amy, and it was a BIG one birthday with a 0 at the end of it. Although I have been informed by The Goddess, The Fish and Mini-M that I am still a baby. :::rolling eyes::: As far as I am concerned, age is a number, and I'm as young as I feel. My Gramma Jan used to say that all the time, and I have always agreed with her. So, some days I feel 20 others I feel... 60 (those are the aches and pains days when I wonder why in the world I love dancing so much) when I snap, crackle and pop when I get up from bed in the morning.
As for raising boys: If. One. More. Person. Tells me that it's "easier" to raise boys than it is girls... I'm gonna scream and hand my boys over to them for the day and see how easy THEY think it is then. Boys just do things differently, they think differently. And I had to laugh at your comment on 13! We used to say that 8 (well now 9 as today was his b-day) so, 9 used to walk with his face! Now I have days where 3 runs screaming through the house with 6 in hot pursuit screaming, "Give it back, that's not yours!" and they stay just out of my reach while I'm feeding/snuggling/bonding with the baby. Is it mean that I trip them and then make them listen to what I have to say on this matter? Not to mention the times we have been sitting quietly watching a movie, and one will punch the other for no reason. Just POW, upside the head. When asked, "What in the world was that all about?" the usual response is something along the lines of... "Ummm... because?" Cheeky little monkeys. And, baby will be known as 0 until he turns one. There that's taken care of. OH, and 8 will be 9 (HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FIRSTBORN!)
Marianne... I am POSITIVE that you *snicker* you just don't do it where I can SEE it! Come on Judy... :::whiny foot stomp::: You KNOW she snickers... we just can't hear her over the internet. And she won't type it where we can see it. I know, KNOW she does it, and you will NEVAH convince me otherwise. (can y'all tell my meds are kicking in finally?)
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So, Today was 8's birthday so he's now 9. He is such a goober and he is so unique. For the boys' birthdays, if it falls in the middle of the week and we are throwing them a party on a later day, then we don't have a huge party for them. BUT we DO make sure that they know their day is very important to us as a family. So they usually get to pick lunch and dinner for that day. Today, my child did not pick hot dogs, hamburgers, pizza, mac 'n' cheese or any other "kid" food. He wanted RIBS. YAY, I didn't have to choke down a birthday dinner because it was what my kids wanted. Also, he didn't want a cake, he only wanted ice cream... so that is what he blew out his candle on... in a very... boyishly, grossly, unique way:
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Yep... that's right, he blew it out with his nose! How gross is that? I'm so glad that I didn't want any bubble gum ice cream! LOL Yup... boys will be boys will be boys.
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Last time's kiddie quote was from 3, he had laryngitis... so his voice was broken.
Kiddie Quote this time:
"I made ten poops!!" No, I'm not kidding.
That's all for now... I'm tired.
We have recently revamped The Long and Short of It review site. Well, Judy decreed it, Marianne revamped it, and I did a bunch of the grunt work. As you could probably guess... I have been uber busy over there. We've been building web pages and I've been helping with pages, writing reviews and other general AABH "stuff". So... so, sorry for being incommunicado these last few weeks.
Yes, it was on the 4th (Thanks! :*) Amy, and it was a BIG one birthday with a 0 at the end of it. Although I have been informed by The Goddess, The Fish and Mini-M that I am still a baby. :::rolling eyes::: As far as I am concerned, age is a number, and I'm as young as I feel. My Gramma Jan used to say that all the time, and I have always agreed with her. So, some days I feel 20 others I feel... 60 (those are the aches and pains days when I wonder why in the world I love dancing so much) when I snap, crackle and pop when I get up from bed in the morning.
As for raising boys: If. One. More. Person. Tells me that it's "easier" to raise boys than it is girls... I'm gonna scream and hand my boys over to them for the day and see how easy THEY think it is then. Boys just do things differently, they think differently. And I had to laugh at your comment on 13! We used to say that 8 (well now 9 as today was his b-day) so, 9 used to walk with his face! Now I have days where 3 runs screaming through the house with 6 in hot pursuit screaming, "Give it back, that's not yours!" and they stay just out of my reach while I'm feeding/snuggling/bonding with the baby. Is it mean that I trip them and then make them listen to what I have to say on this matter? Not to mention the times we have been sitting quietly watching a movie, and one will punch the other for no reason. Just POW, upside the head. When asked, "What in the world was that all about?" the usual response is something along the lines of... "Ummm... because?" Cheeky little monkeys. And, baby will be known as 0 until he turns one. There that's taken care of. OH, and 8 will be 9 (HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FIRSTBORN!)
Marianne... I am POSITIVE that you *snicker* you just don't do it where I can SEE it! Come on Judy... :::whiny foot stomp::: You KNOW she snickers... we just can't hear her over the internet. And she won't type it where we can see it. I know, KNOW she does it, and you will NEVAH convince me otherwise. (can y'all tell my meds are kicking in finally?)
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So, Today was 8's birthday so he's now 9. He is such a goober and he is so unique. For the boys' birthdays, if it falls in the middle of the week and we are throwing them a party on a later day, then we don't have a huge party for them. BUT we DO make sure that they know their day is very important to us as a family. So they usually get to pick lunch and dinner for that day. Today, my child did not pick hot dogs, hamburgers, pizza, mac 'n' cheese or any other "kid" food. He wanted RIBS. YAY, I didn't have to choke down a birthday dinner because it was what my kids wanted. Also, he didn't want a cake, he only wanted ice cream... so that is what he blew out his candle on... in a very... boyishly, grossly, unique way:
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Yep... that's right, he blew it out with his nose! How gross is that? I'm so glad that I didn't want any bubble gum ice cream! LOL Yup... boys will be boys will be boys.
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Last time's kiddie quote was from 3, he had laryngitis... so his voice was broken.
Kiddie Quote this time:
"I made ten poops!!" No, I'm not kidding.
That's all for now... I'm tired.
Monday, June 2, 2008
Because... They're BOYS!!!
ACK... where did the time go? It just flew by! I feel all discombobulated... I hate when I tell myself that I have to do something, but it doesn't happen and then I feel all sorts of unorganized. GAH... it's been forever since I posted. *sigh*
Things have been absolutely insane around here. Between getting ready for the end of the school year, helping out on the websites, reviewing, reading (yeah I know not really a priority...but I DO review so there), baby stuff and now I have a cold, it's just utterly crazy around here.
Just got home from dinner at my parent's house, and decided that I was going to sit down while I was still coherent and actually get a blog post out. Dinner was nice, and Mom and Dad decided that they were giving me my birthday present tonight since they won't see me on Wednesday. I received a very lovely pair of amethyst earrings and a silver bracelet. I'm so spoiled... lol. Mom said cuz it's a "big" birthday and I needed something special. Okay, who am I to argue with jewelry?
June is a big month for us: My birthday, the boys get out of school, my oldest DSs birthday, and our anniversary. Needless to say, we keep busy.
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So, we had ourselves a bit of a to-do while I was not posting... lol. Our three year old (I think I'm gonna take a page from Amy's book and call them by their ages, although what would the baby be? 0? anyway...), had a bit of a mishap... with quite a bit of help from his older brother.
Things have been absolutely insane around here. Between getting ready for the end of the school year, helping out on the websites, reviewing, reading (yeah I know not really a priority...but I DO review so there), baby stuff and now I have a cold, it's just utterly crazy around here.
Just got home from dinner at my parent's house, and decided that I was going to sit down while I was still coherent and actually get a blog post out. Dinner was nice, and Mom and Dad decided that they were giving me my birthday present tonight since they won't see me on Wednesday. I received a very lovely pair of amethyst earrings and a silver bracelet. I'm so spoiled... lol. Mom said cuz it's a "big" birthday and I needed something special. Okay, who am I to argue with jewelry?
June is a big month for us: My birthday, the boys get out of school, my oldest DSs birthday, and our anniversary. Needless to say, we keep busy.
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So, we had ourselves a bit of a to-do while I was not posting... lol. Our three year old (I think I'm gonna take a page from Amy's book and call them by their ages, although what would the baby be? 0? anyway...), had a bit of a mishap... with quite a bit of help from his older brother.
Yup, that's right... he got a black eye. Apparently, when they were supposed to be cleaning up the mess they made of their dirty laundry by dumping it all over the room, they decided to rough-house instead. Three got into the dirty clothes hamper and Six pushed it over... landing Three face first into the wall.
Now, when I lamented that I didn't understand WHY they did things like this, Marianne gently reminded me... with much snickering... that they were BOYS! Answer enough. *sigh* At least this shenanigan didn't require a trip to the emergency room.
Gladly the black eye faded rather quickly and no one looked at me like I beat my kids once they saw my gaggle of boys frolicking along behind me!
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You Are 32% Gross |
 You're a tad gross, but generally you're a clean, hygienic person. No one can be perfectly clean all the time, and it's better to be human than a neat freak. |
I have to say, I think I'm grosser since I've had kids...
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Kiddie Quote
The last one came from my six-year old. I'm happy to say, HE will eat a salad and is more likely to ask for an apple or banana before he asks for candy or fruit snacks.
This time's Kiddie Quote is:
"Oh, no! My laugh is broken!"
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