Saturday, December 27, 2008
Just dropping a quick post here before heading off to bed to let you know I won't be around for a couple of weeks. My computer needs a new something computer techy. JC is working on it for me now but we have to order the part so I won't be up and running again until it comes in. I am stuck with the kids computer and ya'll know how much I detest using their computer so I will see you when mine is fixed.
Have a Very Happy New Year!
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Dub- Piwate Ducky. Argh Quack Quack! He got a telscope dare on dat wing.
Me- Really? What does he do with a telescope?
Dub- It's not a telscope! It's noculars. He wooks at da bad guys wif his majnation and day pways kitar.
Me- They're binoculars and He looks at the bad guys with his imagination and they are playing the guitar?
Me- Hmm. Are you my boy?
Dub- Nope. I dad's boy. *sees Vootz playing with his soldiers* An I see dose tonks you got dare and they vroom.
Me- You're dad's boy! *fake pout*
Dub- Yep. Wook out da bad guys!
Me- Are those tanks going to vroom to the bad guys?
Dub- I wasn't talking you! I was talking Vootz!
Me- Sorry. I thought you were talking to me.
Dub- No. I talking to G Ji Joe.
Me- No. You just said you were talking to Vootz. Who are you talking to, GI Joe or Vootz?
Dub- I said I was talking to Daaad! *shakes head and rolls eyes.
Me- Okay random.
Dub- Ine not wandom! Ine W.
Me-What are you going to do when you lose your top teeth too.
Buzz-I'm just going to grow these two in first, then I will grow out my top teeth.
Me-Hey Buzz, say sausage.
Buzz-Mommm! Don't laugh at me!
Me-Hey Buzz say, Sally sells seashells down by the sea shore!
Buzz-*tantrum* Mom quit making fun of me!
I love toothless kids! Except for the part where they wake me up at 5:30am
Friday, December 12, 2008
Don't Do That
Knock It Off
Do you ever have those days that it seems all you say is negative?
On a positive note...
Buzz lost his first tooth today. He has had both bottom teeth loose since May, he just today, lost his first one. He was not so excited about losing his teeth. He would not wiggle them, would not let me get my hand anywhere near his mouth, would not eat anything that would help loosen them. Today the new tooth finally pushed through enough that the old one was just barely hanging on. Vootz and Buzz were playing with my flash light looking down each others throats, looking for Buzz's filling, looking at uvulas, looking for who knows what else. So under the guise of cavity hunting I had him open his mouth...
Me-"Ooo I think I see one. Look Vootz right there *putting my hand in* see right *yank* oh nope it was just a loose tooth."
Buzz-"Mommmmm! Don't pull iiiit...hey is that my tooth?"
Vootz-"Yep, I told you it doesn't hurt."
Buzz-"Cool! I bet the Tooth Fairy brings me LEGO's Star Wars 2."
Vootz-"The Tooth Fairy only brings money, like maybe 20 or 60 bucks"
Me-"Like maybe 20 or 60 cents."
Buzz-"No, it's my first tooth and first teeth are worth 10 dollars. That is what K got for his last year."
Me-"Have you heard of this thing called recession?"
I think we need to have a Tooth Fairy Union meeting to come up with a plan to establish an equal market.
One last thing. Old Man Winter only knocks here about every 10 years. It is that time again. It has been fairly cold, for here anyway. We don't usually get more than sweatshirt weather in these parts so I am very unequipped for anything colder than 50 degrees. We have had Christmas's when we've worn shorts and t-shirts. I don't even think anyone around here has a "winter coat" that consists of more than a heavy weight hoodie. This morning when I walked the boys to school I am not sure what temperature it was but it was pretty cold and windy. I am not complaining mind you...I like winter, it is my favorite season. It would be nice if I was prepared for it though, maybe with a coat, a fireplace
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Why is it that on days the boys and I can sleep in they always wake up at the crack of dawn? But on days we have to get up and go I can't hardly drag them out of bed? Like on Saturday, they were all awake at 6:30 but Sunday, I had to wake every one of them up at 7:30 and make them get out of bed for church. Today is a 3 hour fog delay, they don't have to be to school until 11:00am they were all up at 6:40. Not that today it really matters much to me, I was up at 4:30 to send JC off to work. I was not planning on going back to bed, but I kind of was looking forward to the quiet time alone.
Monday was JC's first day at his new job. He likes it okay, but it will take some getting use to being an employee and not the boss. I have a guilt thing going on though. I get up at 4:30 to prepare breakfast, pack his lunch etc. when he leaves sometimes I want to crawl back under the covers, it's warm there, and sleep until the kids get up, but I can't. I feel so guilty that he is having to be up that I feel like I should be up too. I also feel guilty if I am doing nothing. i.e. right now, sitting at the desk blogging while he is bustin' his bum making a living for us...totally feeling the guilt. I have started accomplishing so much during the day while he is gone. When he was home "doing nothing" I did nothing, well not nothing I have four boys and a husband to care for after all, but not as much as I should have been doing. Now I accomplish so much that by 2 pm I am walking around wondering what else I can do to stay busy, because I can't sit down and relax, that would not be fair, JC is not sitting down relaxing. Then I remember I should probably pick up my kids from school. Then I wonder how long I could leave them there before the school calls me to come get them.
Yesterday, I made cake balls as a way of "being productive". This guilt thing of mine could so be a bad thing. When I run out of things to do I usually end up puttering around in the kitchen. More food is the last thing JC and I both need. We were actually going to use this new chapter in our lives to start getting healthier. You know, not sitting at the computer all day, doing nothing but snacking and hoping that clicking the mouse burns off an insane amount of calories. Looks like I am going to have to find a new hobby, but not before I try the cake balls with Red Velvet cake, Cream Cheese frosting and White Chocolate coating. I think I will also make a batch for my dad with German Chocolate cake, German Chocolate frosting and Carmel coating rolled in toasted coconut and pecans. Oooo maybe a batch with Fudge cake, Mint frosting and Dark Chocolate coating....Ohh the possibilities!
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Me totally overstating the obvious- "Hey you tooted on me!"
Rub- *mumbles something*
Me-"What? I can't understand you."
Rub *sounding a bit perturbed now* "I saaaidd, Whooo caaares!"
Me-"I care, it was my leg you blasted."
Rub-*sounding very valley-ish* "what ever"
I got my order of See's Gourmet Lolly Pops yesterday. I ordered them from a kid up the street who was doing a fundraiser. I was so excited. The lolly pops are the only See's candy I like, and ohhh do I like them!
Dub had a late nap yesterday and so it was no surprise that he was not asleep at nine last night. I had been in the living room watching something on the tv but got bored so I came into the office with JC. Dub was suppose to be in his bed.
Dub standing in the office doorway with his hands on his hips.-"ahem, eccuse me. You're stupost to be in your wivving woom!" *holding his right hand out like Vana White toward the living room.*
Me-" ahem, excuse me, you're suppose to be in your bed."
Dub-"No! No I not. I stupost to be pwaying twains *spies my lolly pop* an I need a wick on that wawwy you got dare."
Me-"No you're not suppose to be playing trains, no you don't need a lick of my lolly.
Dub-"Yes! Dad telled me that."
Me-"I did not hear dad tell you anything"
Dub-"Yes! He telled me that with his wittle voice."
Me-"Dub, I did not hear dad whisper anything to you with his little voice, besides dad doesn't even know how to whisper with a little voice. Go to bed!"
Dub *crawls into his dad's lap where he is given a lick of JC's lolly pop and allowed to stay comfortable seated.*
Can you say spoiled little Daddy's boy! I can, DUB! See how nicely I said that. And don't even get me started on the cavity issues there!
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
OH...MY...GOSH! He is 8! Aren't girls suppose to have cooties? I am glad he never "had the time" to give it to her. Or maybe he did, maybe that was just a rough draft. I don't know. I decided I need to have a talk with him about girls and what is appropriate at his age. As I am having this revelation the phone rings...
P-"Hello, Mrs. Moncur?"
P-"This is Mrs. P. Vootz is okay, I don't want you to be alarmed. But he is having some trouble today with being distracted, talking, not listening and not getting his work done. I just wanted to make you aware of the situation."
Me-"Okay, thank you. I will have a talk with him when he gets home and we will solve the problem. Thank you for keeping me informed."
P-"No problem Mrs. Moncur Thank you. I will be looking forward to a better day with Vootz tomorrow. Bye"
Double Whammy! When I picked Vootz up from school he had that hang dog look on his face. He knew Mrs. P had called me and he knew he was going to be in trouble. He sulked all the way home. When we got home I called him into the office and shut the door...
Me-"Umm, Vootz who is Maekena?"
Vootz-"Just a friend mom" looking around frantically trying to figure out how I knew about Maekena and why I wasn't talking about his behavior at school today. Then he spies the letter in my hand. "What!? That's mine! I had it in my own personal journal stuff! Mom! You're not suppose to read people's private property!"
Me-"First of all Vootz, as long as you live under my roof for free, you have no private property. Second of all, I found this on the floor of your bedroom, not in your journal. Third, you should not be telling girls that you love them."
Vootz-"It's not like that mom! I mean I love her like a friend. And those brothers of mine got into my stuff mom! I had that with my baseball cards and my journal and they are not suppose to touch them. I put a sign on them that said to keep out!"
Me-"Maybe, if you mean it like a friend next time you should just say that you like her and are glad that you are friends, not that you love her. The only girls you should say that to are mommy, aunts and grandmas. You know that there is to be no hugging, kissing or holding hands right? No girlfriends Vootz until you are in high school, remember? And if you don't want your brothers who CANNOT read to get into your things a sign that they have to read is probably not your best choice right? Maybe you should try putting your stuff away in your drawer that they cannot reach next time. Also we don't have any secrets from mom and dad okay. If there is something you cannot talk to us about then it is something you should not be doing. If you do it anyway, you will get in trouble and don't think we won't find out about it because we will. Parents always do, it is like a super power we have. So, no secrets, Deal?
Vootz-"Okay mom. Can I have a snack now?" walking out the door.
Me-"HOLD IT! I am not done with you. Sit down!"
Vootz-Flops back into the chair and rolls his eyes.
Me-"Unless you want me to knock those eyes out of your head don't you dare roll them at me again!"
Vootz-"Sorry mom, I've just had a bad day okay!" *tears flowing* "And you're just going to make it worse. Sometimes I just can't sit still, I just get tired of school and I have so much going on in my head and I just need to talk it out.
The conversation continued on for about an hour so I won't bore you with anymore dialog. Let me just say, I am sorry mom and dad for all the hell I put you through as a kid and all those times you cursed me to have a kid just like me! Yep thanks alot, are ya happy now? Want to know what he had going on in his head that was so important to talk about? My brother got in a car accident in his patrol car Saturday and he said he was worried about Uncle J. and was wondering how the crash happened if the other patrol car hit him on the side or in the front and if Uncle J's car flipped over....So I guess he was talking through how he figured the accident went down to his neighbor and then after being told to quit talking to the neighbor he was talking it out to himself and got in trouble.
BTW...my brother is fine. A little sore with some little scratches and bruises but just fine. His car however, not so much. And the guy they were chasing was caught so that is good.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Then I need to shampoo the carpets because we
I also had another get together I had to cook for, two different classroom parties to cook for, an order of 2 dozen wheat rolls, 2 dozen white rolls and a dozen cinnamon rolls to make for a lady who was purchasing them from me for her Thanksgiving. Wheat rolls, white rolls, cinnamon rolls, coconut cream pie, pumpkin carmel cheesecake, blackberry pie, whipped cream, homemade cranberry sauce, 10 pounds of mashed potatoes, stuffing and a turkey to make for our Thanksgiving. Plus all the grocery shopping and rounding up all the supplies like tables and chairs, napkins, table clothes etc. Clean my house and keep my kids entertained so they would not destroy the house again. On top of all the normal everyday tasks like preparing meals, doing laundry, cleaning house, wiping noses, making beds, getting kids to and from school....
But I did it! I survived it all, with a cold even and no caffeine
Hello, my name is Kiwi and I am an addict. I fell off the wagon today when I ahem had to go to Home Depot for a new door knob and somehow ended up at Sonic with a large diet Coke in my hand which I am pretty sure was consumed entirely with one long swallow. Though I am not entirely certain because as soon as the liquid gold hit my lips time stood still and I felt like I was floating away on fluffy, white, cottony clouds... The good news is it had been weeks with no caffeine at all and my heart was doing better and everyone in my house is still alive. The bad news is I have to get passed the "craving" stage all over again, my heart is going a little haywire tonight and I am wide awake when I should really be sleeping, but hey, who needs sleep anyway?
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
1. I have been caffeine free for so long I can't remember how long it's been!
2. In the last two weeks I have only had TWO sodas, both sprite and both small. (Again the sodium thing.)
3. Both my boys made honor roll and have
4. On to more exciting news, well at least for me. Remember this post? I finally made page one of Google search for "Don't Pee On My Floor!" Also page one for Kiwimoncur! I feel so Legit! Woo Hoo! I love you Google! I'd like to thank my husband and boys who made all this happen.
NaNaNaNa, NaNaNaNa, Hey, Hey, Hey Good Bye!
Friday, November 7, 2008
If you give a mom a muffin, she'll want a cup of coffee to go with it. She'll pour herself some. Her four-year-old will spill the coffee. She'll wipe it up. Wiping the floor, she will find dirty socks. She'll remember she has to do laundry. When she puts the laundry in the washer, she'll trip over boots and bump into the freezer. Bumping into the freezer will remind her she has to plan dinner. She will get out a pound of hamburger. She'll look for her cookbook. (101 Things To Make With A Pound Of Hamburger.) The cookbook is sitting under a pile of mail. She will see the phone bill, which is due tomorrow. She will look for her checkbook. The checkbook is in her purse that is being dumped out by her two-year-old. She'll smell something funny. She'll change the two-year-old. While she is changing the two-year-old the phone will ring. Her five-year-old will answer and hang up. She'll remember that she wants to phone a friend to come for coffee. Thinking of coffee will remind her that she was going to have a cup. She will pour herself some. And chances are, if she has a cup of coffee, her kids will have eaten the muffin that went with it.
*5 Things I was doing 10 years ago...
1.) Adjusting to life as a newlywed
2.) Looking for a job
3.) Playing a lot of cards with Russ and Willow
4.) Going to the Gym with Russ and Willow as an excuse to come home and sit in the Hot Tub
5.) Learning how to live with JC
*5 Things on my "To-Do" list today...ok, h'bout tomorrow?
3.) Wash bedding
4.) Iron Church clothes
5.) Play a new board game with the boys
*5 Snacks I enjoy...
1.) Jalapeno cheese bread
2.) diet pepsi
4.) Chocolate donuts (chocolate pop tarts will work in a pinch)
5.) McDonalds Apple Pie
*5 Things I'd do if I were a Millionaire...
1.) Pay off our debt
2.) Buy a house on land
3.) Buy a car
4.) Help out my family and friends
5.) help people anonymously, just because i can!+ditto
*5 Places I've Lived...
*5 Jobs I've Had
2.) retail clerk
4.) medical assistant
*5 People I tag
If At First You Don't Succeed...Your Heart Will Go Haywire and Your Doctor Will Wag His Finger At You!
3 glasses of ice water
1 chocolate chip Pop Tart
2 glasses of milk
1 box of sour patch kids
a bite of Creme brulee (gagged, again)
another glass of milk
a glass of Tang
a piece of gum
and a York
I still want a Pepsi! I am sick to my stomach and so full I had to take my pants off
I will focus on the future. On tomorrow. On Breakfast! On chocolate donuts! One habit at a time folks, one habit at a time.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
' London Times' Obituary
An Obituary printed in the London Times........ Interesting and sadly rather true.
'Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:
Knowing when to come in out of the rain; why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.
Common Sense declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an Aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents Truth and Trust, his wife Discretion, his daughter Responsibility and his son, Reason.
He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers;
I Know My Rights
I Want It Now
Someone Else Is To Blame
I'm A Victim
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
Rub's not happy
Vootz the Poser
Dub "Here I am!" Hiding in the tree
Buzzy Blue Eyes
Dub snuggling Bebe and Fluvie
Rub snuggling Fluvie
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
I dug deep into afore mentioned troubled mind and only was able to come up with a few little snip-its of crap to write about...kind of a mish mosh mash post if you will.
My shingles are finally healing. Just in time for Vootz to bring home a wonderful cold to all of us.
Buzz jumped off the top bunk last night and landed his hip on the trundle frame and now has a lovely little bruise and a limp. I was waiting for the school to call today to find out who beat him. Not really, but you know when your kid gets a horrific bruise that thought always pops into mind. I did not have a lot of sympathy for my screaming, writhing in pain little monster because 1. He was suppose to be asleep not playing superman. 2. He has been told countless times that he cannot fly
Dub has started saying..."cracks me up to pieces" when he thinks something is funny. His new favorite joke is:
How we doin' taday? *through a giggle*
I'ne so funny I cracks me up to pieces *slaps his leg*
Rub had started saying something that "cracks me up to pieces"...He says, "silly ol me." or "silly ol' you" when something is said or done that is wrong. Like he put his shoes on the wrong feet today and when I told him he says, "oops, silly ol' me"
Vootz got a question wrong on a test he took the other day. I think, IMHO that it was correct but hey you tell me.
McDonald's French Fries are the best fast food french fries. FACT or OPINION
He answered FACT. It was marked wrong. Come on! We all know that it is a FACT! McDonald's does have the best french fries. Too bad we are boycotting them because of their Prop 8 Hating ways! Bye Bye fries, apple pies, sausage McGriddles and 69 cent diet Cokes! I will miss you. I might be able to fit into my jeans again soon, but I will miss you. Speaking of jeans, I can say good bye to Levi's too. What's up with these big companies fighting prop 8? I wish I could boycott PG&E!
As for other news, the transmission went out in JC's truck. That makes both vehicles down and out with no transmissions. He was offered a job finally, but they do not want to pay him enough to even pay our rent and the fuel it will cost him to get to work and back every day. The first chance for a raise is in two years. JC told them he would love to work for them but he could not do it for that pay. He told them what he need to make per year and yesterday they came to us with a counter offer.
So that is my update. Now I am off to find something to eat that will stave off the craving I am having for McDonald's Apple Pie!
Sunday, September 28, 2008
This is not the first, nor will it be my last outbreak of this lovely virus. When I wear myself out physically, mentally and emotionally for too long I get sick. It usually starts with simple things like headache, nausea. Sometimes I will get a sore throat or just break out like a hormonal teenager. When I fail to heed these warnings my body gives me it starts to shout a little louder. I imagine it saying something like this,
"Hey STUPID!" this is a cuss word in our house. So my body is being very serious now. Like I was saying, or my body was saying, "Hey STUPID, I need to rest. I tried to make you just tired and you did not rest. I tried to make your head hurt so bad that all you would want to do was close your eyes, but you just put on sunglasses, I tried to make you throw up anything you ate but you just quit feeding me
To which I reply, "Shingles is that the best you have? Shingles, really? I have four kids, a husband and a BFF and her family who all need me right now and you think a little case of Shingles is going to keep me down. I can rest when I am dead! This is in no way an invitation for you to die on me! Please give me a real warning before that happens, like maybe a headache so bad I just want to close my eyes. What's that you say? You've tried that before? Hmmm.
Friday, September 26, 2008
My sister in law took my kids for a play date this evening. Wanting to take full advantage of the situation I decided I did not want to cook dinner and we should go out to eat. The conversation went something like this...Oh, wait let me set the scene first. I look like a wench, because I did not get a shower or time to brush my hair or put on make up before offering up my self to babysit for a friend all day while she sat in the ER with her husband (a whole other post). JC has done yard work and was at the time reclined in his desk chair zoned into a replay.
Me-"I'm hungry. We have no kids, if I shower and make myself presentable, do you want to go out? What sounds good?"
JC-"A glass of ice water."
I get his water and head off to the shower, do my hair, make up and get dressed, it took me 20 minutes. (Like I said, I was hungry!)
Return to the office.
JC-"What are you dressed up for?"
Me-"I said, I'm hungry! I need to eat. I am going, do you want to come or should I bring you home something?"
JC-"Oh. No I will go. Where do you want to go because I'm not dressed up and I'd need a shave...."
Me-"I'll give you thirty minutes then I'm leaving with or without you!"
He took forty, but I was feeling generous so I waited. Tell me how I was able to shower, shave, dry and straighten my hair, apply make up and be ready in twenty and all he had to do was shower and shave
SIL-"Can the kids stay for a sleep over?"
Me-"What, all four of them?" *crossing fingers*
Her-"Yes, if that's okay."
Me-"Sure, I will bring their things by later."*dancing a jig o' joy!*
Then I retired to the driveway to talk with my BFF. Where I talked a mile a minute because at dinner I had some
I am like a teenager who's parents leave them alone for the first time over night. You see, this is only the second time since we've had kids that we have been childless all night. That is twice in eight years! The first time was last weekend when JC's sister took the kids for a night. You remember, that other romantic night we had together. Yeah, I am not quite sure what happens to me when the kids are gone, but I pretty much get that "woo hoo no rules" feeling that teenagers get when mom and dad leave. Watch out it's a crazy partaaaay over here! I was really having more fun when my BFF was awake. Too bad she had to go to bed. She said something about being in the ER all day, kids being home, responsibilities, yada yada....
I think my sugar high just crashed...zzzzzzzzzzzz! *drooling on the keyboard*
Friday, September 19, 2008
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
I just realized I am a slacker. Well not just realized, I've always been a slacker and I have pretty much always known I was a slacker. Like when one of my best friends had a baby and I never made it by to see her even though I kept telling her I would. Or when I could have been a straight A student but chose to slide through my education with a couple of B's because, well because I hate homework. Yes, I am a slacker. I bring this up because this last week I have been checking on my blogging buddies and thinking gosh you guys need to post something new! Then I looked at my blog this morning and realized, OH! OOPS! So do I. I realized I said I would post a music post every Friday. Um Yeah! OOPS! I kinda dropped the ball there huh? I did not even realize Friday had come and gone. I am not going to promise you it will never happen again, because I am a realistic slacker, I KNOW it will not only happen again but again and again and again....you get the point. So sorry for my slackerness.
On a different note, I watched a really good movie last night. Dub's Heaver sent it home with me. She knows I am a slacker and is trying to catch me up on all the good movies I have missed out on. She sends a couple to me every week. Last night she rented August Rush. It's been out for a while and I have wanted to see it but well, I am a slacker. So she sent me home with it. I dropped the AC down to 68, put on my PJs, snuggled up in my recliner with my quilt and hot chocolate (pretending I actually live somewhere that PJs, quilts and hot chocolate are needed) and had myself a little chick flick night. I LOVED this movie. If you have not seen it, go now! Go rent it! It will not disappoint, except I wish they would have done more at the end. I won't go any further than to say that, because I don't want to spoil it for those who have not seen it *cough slackers! cough* Oh, I will say this, make sure you buy Kleenex while you are out renting August Rush. You will need them. This movie contained no bad language, nudity, sex or violence which scores HUGE for me. Want to know what also scores HUGE for me? One very attractive Irish man by the name of Jonathan Rhys Meyers. To listen to him talk and sing, makes me giddy like a school girl. And a not too hard on the eyes Australian, Alex O'Loughlin. Oh, and Keri Russell, I like her.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Q: Should I have a baby after 35?
A: No, 35 children is enough.
Q: I'm two months pregnant now. When will my baby move?
A: With any luck, right after he finishes college.
Q: What is the most reliable method to determine a baby's sex?
Q: My wife is five months pregnant and so moody that sometimes she's borderline irrational.
A: So what's your question?
Q: My childbirth instructor says it's not pain I'll feel during labor, but pressure. Is she right?
A: Yes, in the same way that a tornado might be called an air current.
Q: When is the best time to get an epidural ?
A: Right after you find out you're pregnant.
Q: Is there any reason I have to be in the delivery room while my wife is in labor?
A: Not unless the word 'alimony' means anything to you.
Q: Is there anything I should avoid while recovering from childbirth?
A: Yes, pregnancy.
Q: Do I have to have a baby shower?
A: Not if you change the baby's diaper very quickly.
Q: Our baby was born last week. When will my wife begin to feel and act normal again?
A: When the kids are in college.
Friday, August 29, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Only two @ home for 6 hours!!! I don't know what I am going to do with that.
Actually I do. I am going to sing and dance and giggle! I am going to go swimming with out getting sprayed with a squirt gun, or getting splashed by a newly invented dive (i.e. a new way to belly flop), and with out having to have the "NOT WITH OUT YOUR ARM FLOATIES" argument with Buzz. I am going to enjoy just having to entertain two. I am going to enjoy having the loudest two gone, the two who constantly stir the pot and cause tantrum after tantrum...gone! I am going to revel in this first week of no homework.
Then next week when the homework starts I will be wondering is it all worth it. The six hours a day, is it worth the nightly homework tantrums, the fights over why Vootz can't do his book report on The Hulk comic book. The constant bombardment of school fliers about fundraisers, school pictures, book fairs, book orders (i.e. BYE BYE $$$)PTC meetings, staff appreciation lunches, science projects, field trip chaperoning, classroom parties. Is it worth having to actually be out of bed and functioning before 8 am every morning?
It just very well may be worth it!
Monday, August 4, 2008
-blood? No blood
-obvious broken bones? No
-pupils equal? Check
-pupils reactive? Check
-ginormous goose egg? Present and accounted for.
Vootz, being the hero again gives him an ice pack, his "fluvy and bebe" (security blanket and teddy bear)and I give him some Tylenol, because judging from the size of that goose egg, he is going to have one heck of a head ache! Then I snuggle him in the recliner and he finally calms down enough that I can talk to him. Do some more testing...
-What's your name? W
-How old are you? 2
-Who's this? Bebe
-How many finger is this? 3
-What happened to you? I bonked it my head.
-How did you do that? I fall off it the counter.
-Why were you on the counter? I wuv firsty and getting a drink.
-You have been told to stay off the counter. Did you learn your lesson? No I bonked it.
-How's your tummy feel, is it going to throw up? No, I bonked it my head not my tummy.
Okay. Put Thomas the Tank Engine on for Dub, put the other boys in bed, assure them Dub will be fine. Call my dad (he's a fireman) to assure myself Dub will be fine. He list off all the check points I already did and tells me to give him Tylenol and put Thomas the Tank Engine on for him for an hour or so and make sure he doesn't throw up, then go through the check points again before putting him to bed. Make sure to wake him up after a couple of hours to check on him and then let him go back to sleep and he should be fine. Thank dad for the re-assurance that I am not being a bad mom by not taking my kid to the urgent care. (When I worked in the urgent care I hated it when "those" kind of moms rushed their kids into the urgent care for every little thing. Yet, sometimes I find myself having a hard time not being one of "those" kind of moms.)
Now that the adrenaline has ceased. I notice my shirt is soaking wet. What the heck! I look over at Dub and he is naked on the bottom half, wet clothes sitting beside him ON MY BED!
Me-"Dub did you pee on me?"
Dub(never taking his eyes off Thomas)-"No, I fall off the counter and scare it pee out of me.
Me-"When you fell off the counter, it scared the pee out of you?"
Me-"Would you please take your pee pee clothes off my bed and put them in the laundry? No, I can't, I got a bonk it."
I change my shirt and call Vootz in for a calmer version of the first story he was trying to tell me. It turns out Dub was squatting on the counter, facing the cupboard. While attempting to pour himself a glass of water from the just re-filled Brita pitcher the water in the top caused the lid to come off spilling it all over the tile counter top (CAUTION: Slippery When Wet!) and thus slipped off the counter backwards, landing back of the head first. Evidently peeing on the way down (CAUTION: Wet When Slipping!). Which got all over me while I was rocking him in the chair.
Note to any Brita executives that might happen by my blog. I love your pitchers but you need to make a locking lid for those suckers!
At the beginning of summer we had a red ant problem. They were all over my front yard, entry way, side walks and flower beds. Then they started coming under my front door, through my outlets and through the exhaust outlet for my stove. After using a whole can of RAID and not deterring them I finally decided to call the pest man. He came out and sprayed inside and out and told me if the ants came back with in two months they would come back for free. Cool. His first visit was on a Tuesday, Thursday the ants were in one of my kitchen cupboards. So I called the pest man back and he came on Friday morning to spray again. Saturday morning I woke up and the ants were in a different cupboard. Well it is Saturday and the pest man doesn't work weekends so I empty that cupboard wash the ants off all of my cups and bust out a new can of RAID. I spray the cupboard and let it sit over night. Get up Sunday morning to wash out said cupboard and the ants are now in my silverware drawer. WHAT THE HECK MAN! So I do this ant chasing cycle. They make their way through every cupboard and drawer I have EXCEPT the cupboards with food in them, go figure and THANK GOODNESS! Then they were gone. Last week I noticed that they were in the lawn and flower beds again. I make a mental note to call the pest man. I of course forget.
Tonight while I was saying goodbye to my dad, step mom and little brother I hear a blood curdling scream. I looked over to see Vootz trying to push Rub off the entry way, they were both screaming. At first I figured they were fighting until I noticed Vootz was swatting at Rubs legs then his, then back at Rubs. What the heck! So I investigate the screams and funky movements because I am a good mom like that
It turns out Rub had stopped on the front porch on his way back into the house to wait for me. Vootz noticed the ants on his way up to the front door just as they started biting Rub. Rub did not know what to do, he just stood there dancing in the pile and screaming! Being the incredible big brother that he is, Vootz stepped into the swarm to help his brother out on to clear ground and sweep away the ants and in the process got covered himself.
I brush the ants off Rub while Vootz brushes them off himself. My Step mom hollers from the car as they are driving away to make sure I have some children's Benedryl and in a frazzled state I say yes, when what I really mean is no I don't, yes please go get me some fast! Alright she says see ya later and off they go. It dawns on me that I did not communicate effectively and quick run in and call my mother in law, who is at my sister in laws house then on her way to mine. Tell her to steal what ever children's Benedryl Brina has and hurry up.
Give Vootz adult Benedryl, he has very bad reactions to ants and can't wait and needs a big dose anyway. Calm Rub down and give him the last 1/2 tsp. of Benedryl Brina had and pray that he doesn't react the way Vootz does because if he does that 1/2tsp. is not going to do it.
They are both doing fine.
As if Vootz was not heroic enough the first time. While I was helping Rub, Dub stepped out on the porch and Vootz jumped right over and scooped him to safety risking more bites to himself. What a good big brother. It's moments like these that make me so proud of them. By the way the ants, they left as quickly as they came. I swear. They were not on the doorstep when we walked my family out, then with in five minutes they were swarming, and by the time my mother in law got there fifteen minutes later they were all gone but may be a half dozen or so. Freaky little things. I will be calling the pest man out tomorrow and we will be having a firm little talk on using some HEAVY DUTY pesticide, not this mild non toxic, environmentally friendly, might as well be water stuff he used the last two times. I don't care if I have to pack up and leave for a day or two. I want those suckers DEAD!
And yes, I know if my kids are so allergic I should never let myself run out of children's Benedryl or adult Benedryl. Pfizer people are you listening? I need a lifetime supply of Benedryl over here.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Her-"Hello is this Mrs. Moncur?"
Her-"This is Jane from Houchin Blood Bank. I am calling to let you know that you are eligible to donate blood again and we are having a blood drive this week. Would you like to make an appointment?"
Me-"No thank you if I get time this week I will try to stop by."
Her-"Okay thank you, have a nice day. Good bye."
Me-"You too. Good Bye."
Then someone turned off Thomas The Tank Engine and Dub started crying and Rub and Buzz were arguing. JC was yelling at his computer. And I began thinking...
Stay home with 5 tired and grumpy boys.
Drive in a truck with no A/C or radio through Rosedale traffic. Have a poke in my finger followed by having a Huge needle plunged deep into my left arm. Have nurse dig around in left arm with HUGE needle because that vein looks nice but is a roller that only one person in my entire life has ever been able to get (KMC Anesthesiologist)but every nurse thinks they can do it and even though I give them fair warning they still try. Then have another nurse come dig around to find the vein only to have them pull out the needle and say maybe your right arm will be better. Ya Think!? Pump up the vein in my right arm, have new needle jabbed in and give up 1 pint of the dark red gold. Get a Popsicle, a glass of juice and a t-shirt and head back to the truck with no A/C.
What would you do? Ya, me too. I was gone like a flash! A whole hour with no kids and no grouchy husband
On my way home I decided
Then I decided while I was out I should just stop at the store for a loaf of bread and some milk. You know "trip linking" to try to save fuel and all. Oh and I might need to check the price of sardines, not that I eat sardines but it might be worth knowing how much they cost. Maybe I should grab some peaches too, over on the other side of the store, and if I am going to get peaches I should probably go back to the dairy case way over there to get some yogurt. I better make sure I grab something sweet for JC too, after all I did ditch him with 4 grouchy boys. I should also grab something for the boys since I ditched them with their grouchy dad.
Wow, 5 O'clock really? I should probably go home now, since I have the keys to the pantry and they might need to eat dinner and go to bed.
Me to JC- "Wow, it's been a long afternoon I am tired."
JC- *The look, again!*
Oh, and I came home to a totally thrashed house, but it was so worth it.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
First Vootz turned the big 8 and was baptized. A very emotional day for the whole family. It seems that on these special occasions we feel the loss of father that much more. Maybe it is because on those special days is when he is right there with us and we feel his spirit that much stronger. I know he is very proud of Vootz and the choices he is making. We miss him a lot. Sometimes I find Vootz standing and staring at his picture on the hutch and tears will just be streaming down his little cheeks. I never say anything to him because I figure that he is taking a special moment and I would never want him to feel like he shouldn't or to be embarrassed. But I always have to leave the room because it chokes me up. They were best buds those two, Bumper Boy and Buppa Dude.
Wipe your eyes, we are moving on.
We rented a van for the weekend of Vootz's baptism so we would all be able to get to and from the weekend events together in one car without having to rely on other family members to transport half of us. I LOVED having that van! We all fit, it had A/C and a radio, it did not cost 200.00 to fill the tank, and it was so easy to park in the little tiny parking spaces. I asked JC if we could scrape off the VIN and change the plates. He did not think I was funny. Neither did I, I was serious as a heart attack until he pointed out that he would be going to jail for a KIA. I replied, if it was a suburban would you? I just got the look and the head shake. You know the one that they use when they are wondering what they were thinking when they married you. I get that look a lot.
Next installments: Infestation, The Fish and The Whale, Head Meet Floor and Why Am I Wet?, Buzz Turns 6 and The Jedi's Have Landed.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Friday, June 20, 2008
Sunday, June 15, 2008
When I was growing up in this huge town of 130 people, I wanted nothing more than to leave. I hated wearing my sisters hand me down Wranglers and polo shirts (she is a tom boy). I wanted name brands like Guess, Gucci and definitely not in hand me down form ( I am ALL girly girl). I wanted a mani-pedi, dad wanted me to chop fire wood. I wanted to go shopping on Saturday, dad wanted me to help the neighbors brand cattle. I wanted something more exciting than crickets and frogs to listen to in the evening hours. I wanted my dates to not consist of going across the county line bridge for dancing by the creek because we could raise heck and our county sheriff could not bust us and the next county's sheriff was two hours away. I hated being considered a "hick". I hated that we could never leave for vacation because we had animals that we needed to feed and milk. I hated having to be bussed more than an hour to get to high school in the city. The weekend I graduated high school I took a job in the city and moved. I forgot all about my country roots, or so I thought. I was a city girl now!
Well two and a half years after I moved to the city I met JC. He was a flat lander. A farmer. He lived on the outskirts of the city but farmed about twenty minutes out. I decided very early on I was never going to marry a rancher and live in the mountains, but I had never said I would never marry a farmer. So we married. Mountain ranching girl turned city girl marries flat land alfalfa farmer. Ever heard the expression you can take the girl out of the country but you can't take the country out of the girl? That is so totally true. About the time I had Vootz I wanted to move back to the mountains. Try as I might I could not get JC to move. Something about not being able to grow crops on mountain sides, covered in oak trees. Go figure. We are technically living a "country" life style with the farming and all but ranching and farming really are very different, so are the flat lands and the mountains.
I have been reading over here a lot. (I am so addicted to her) She makes me homesick. I miss seeing the cattle, horses, rodeos, brandings, team roping and cattle drives. I miss the sounds and smells. I miss crisp mornings and laying in bed at night with the window open (because we lived in the middle of nowhere we could do that with out fear of being killed) like I was saying, laying in bed smelling the dew come in and hearing the frogs and crickets sing their lullabies. I miss the creeks and snow days and the smell of autumn. I miss the small town, everyone knows your last sneeze, atmosphere. I miss my horse and the sound of the bit clinking in her mouth, the sound of the saddle, (how to explain that to someone who has never been in a saddle I have no clue.) The softness of her nose. Here I am again trotting off into lala land. Back to my point, because I do have one.
The more I read over here the more I miss it. I have embraced a lot of my country roots again having been married to a farmer. I sport the occasional pair of jeans that are not worthy of the city fashion scene, I sport the John Deere logo frequently (which I would have NEVER done growing up), I work hard next to my husband unafraid to break a freshly manicured nail. I love to go out to the fields under all the stars that you just can't see in the city. I love to hear the sounds and smell the dew, but I really miss the mountains and flat land country is better than city but it is just not the mountains.
So, I guess my point is this, number one, thank you Ree for all the memories of what ranch life is. You detail it so perfectly it is almost like being "home", until a child screams and then I am plopped back into reality. Number two, I am almost hoping we do have to move to a nice, rural, small town, ranching community hopefully in the mountains, because dang if Ree hasn't made my homesickness all that much more present in my mind. (BTW Ree, nothing against the prairie, it is incredibly gorgeous, but I love my mountains.)
My dad took two of my boys "home" with him yesterday. They have talked about nothing else for the last twenty four hours. It has been all about the cows, the horses, the tree and rock climbing, snake hunting *shivers*(glad that was unsuccessful), the creek and just bein' able to run, run, run. They fell asleep fast and hard when they got home, it was NICE! Thanks Daddy, next time can I stow away too?
Monday, June 9, 2008
So my questions to my loyal readers are these...
Do you make your husband breakfast, is it just a bowl of cocoa puffs or something more substantial? Does he even eat breakfast at all?
Do you pack lunches for your husbands?
What do you pack? Is it a mystery to him everyday, something exciting he can't wait to find out about or is it the same ol' thing.
I need ideas quick so I thought I would start a little friendly contest. You send me your ideas/recipes for breakfast, lunch, dessert and snacks, I try them out on Farmer JC. We both get to judge because I have to make it of course. You will be judged on:
- Ease of eating one handed while driving a tractor through a wheat field without getting sticky and shmootzed, he hates that!
- Ability to hold up in a lunch box while bouncing around on a tractor
- How easy/time consuming it was to prepare
- How common the ingredients are to my kitchen (think good ol' comfort food)
Got it? Good, now get busy! Quick! Save my husband from the dreadful rut his wife has fallen into! He will love you for it! Maybe even so much he would suggest
all on his own of course with no bribing from me that I offer up a slight reward to the idea he loved the best! Email your entries to email@example.com
Ps. If it contains mushrooms or mountains of garlic, I guarantee you will lose. Just a tip. You're welcome.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
The thought of moving away to a new town, new state, new house, starting a new job, new friends beginning a new chapter of our lives together with a clean slate is kind of exciting. Having to rely on each other and knowing that everything is new to both of us and together we will forge this new path. That is one of those atop the first big hill of the roller coaster kind of moments. It's a new and exciting unknown kind of high.
Then there is the reality that we know NO ONE! We have no external support system. What if we move in the middle of winter to a town that has four feet of snow and JC is called out right away for a job that will take five days to do and I have no fire wood cut
I love my neighbors that I have now.
When I am awake I can pretty much control my roller coaster. Meaning, when I start getting all teary eyed at the thought of Dub having to kiss his Heavver goodbye and me having to explain to our family that we are leaving, and to the boys that they will have to make new friends in a new school, I can pretty much start thinking about the adventure of it all and end up back on top. When I am asleep however I have ZERO control of my roller coaster, this leads to a VERY bad nights sleep, which in turn leads to JC having a bad night too. (Sorry Honey.) Off topic sorry. Some nights I wake up terrified, others just sad and crying, others the adrenalin is rushing through me so fast thinking about the adventures that lay ahead I wake up ready to bound out of bed at two a.m. Whatever my last thoughts were of before I wake up for the day are generally a good indicator of where I will start my morning until something sends me crashing back to the bottom or holding my breath at the top with eager anticipation.
The stupid thing about this whole roller coaster is this, I MAKE MYSELF RIDE! Yes, you read that right. I am putting myself through all this when JC doesn't even have a job anywhere yet. We could be staying right here in Smogtown. I make myself ride however, because IF we do decide to leave, it will be fast. I am talking here one week gone the next. So if I don't get a hold of all my emotions and prepare myself now for what may or may not be I will be stuck in a town with no support system, a husband at work and sobbing on the kitchen floor in front of my boys. I have to be able to be strong and deal when (and if) I do move. So now I figure is the best time to be a basket case, when I have family and friends around to support me in all my irrational thoughts.
Speaking of irrational thoughts and neighbors, I just lost mine. Irrational thought that is, because my neighbor "Dub's Heavver" just came over to barrow my cell phone charger, because we are great neighbors and friends, we do these things. I bake them bread, they mow my lawn. It's that kind of neighbor that I am afraid I won't be able to find in another town. As if I have the only one to ever exist right here in Smogtown. I know, irrational. Like it or lump it's my roller coaster.
All this is very deep I know. Before you diagnose me as bipolar let me explain what built this beast of a roller coaster to begin with.
When JC was farming, I was neither here nor there about it. It was his job, I missed him when he was gone and I hated that for several months a year there was NO income and never any benefits. On the flip side, I loved that we were in agriculture ( I have very deep ag roots), I loved that he owned his own business and when he had to he could not go to work, mostly to save my bum for some situation I'd managed to get myself in,
When JC decided to quit in December I was also here nor there but frantically started searching for jobs because insecurity freaks me out! So for the last six months I have been searching the entire North American Continent (well mostly the western states and western Canada) for jobs. I have sent out probably 60+ resumes and have had one response from a company here. That response we had to turn down because it seems it was posted wrong and won't even pay enough to cover our rent, much less groceries for the growing appetites of our boys. I have however had responses from a few out of state companies. There is the foundation for this roller coaster.
To be continued...
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Since November JC has been home pretty much 24/7, like most farmers there is not a lot of work to do in the winter. Then in December JC decided to quit our farm for a job that would allow him to be home more often in the summer months and have steady pay in the winter months and has been job hunting for the last 6 months with no luck. No luck that is until another farmer asked him to help do some custom grain harvesting for a couple of months. Not that grain harvesting is going to give him better hours and steady pay, but it will pay the rent which is kind of, oh I don't know IMPORTANT! I went from having a husband home 24/7, which has it's advantages and disadvantages, to having my husband home pretty much NEVER! If he was still working for himself, the hours would not be much different I suppose but it just seems like I see him less now than when he worked for himself. Absence makes the heart grow fonder! I MISS MY HUSBAND!
To add to my aching heart, which has me in emotional turmoil. He started this job the week that school got out. I have no husband, but I have a house full of kids who also miss their dad and are handling their emotions about as well as mommy, and who have endless amounts of energy. We have no back yard to send them to. Our travels were limited to where we could go on bikes since JC now has the truck all day, but now Buzz has a flat tire and no way to get to Tarjay to get a new tube. I am pretty much stranded with 4 rambunctious boys with nothing to do! Did I mention also our t.v. broke this morning? Yep it did. I might just lose my marbles before school starts again in August.
It is JC's 35th birthday tomorrow. I think I will bake him his favorite Red Velvet cake with Cream Cheese frosting. Not that he will be home to eat it, but that I will be thinking about him. Now to get to the store to get the ingredients, Oh that's right I can't go to the store! Looks like JC will get birthday pancakes instead. Which I am sure he will just love because pancakes rank right up there with, oh I don't know, liver and onions, not that he will be here to eat them anyway.
To all of you military spouses I am sorry. I know I have it no where near as bad as you do. I really have no right to complain at all. I don't know how you do it. You amaze me. I am thankful for your sacrifices and your spouses service. May your family be blessed, comforted and protected. Our service men and women are incredible and so are their families! My family and I keep you in our prayers always and are very appreciative of all you do.
Thank you all for coming to my Pity Party. Drive home safely!
Monday, May 26, 2008
Me- "Ok Rub what's your secret?"
Rub-"I hab thuper powerth!"
Me-"Super powers! Wow that's cool Rub! What are your super powers?"
Rub-"I can go vroomin fats! Wike dis. VROOOM! *runs away*
A little later....
I was sitting in the chair and Rub was kneeling on the floor in front of me. I was wearing a pink tank top and grey sweater.
Me-"Rub what are you doing?"
Rub-"I'n button up you fwetter."
Rub-"Cauve you pink iv chowing"
Me-"What's wrong with my pink showing?"
Rub-"I don't wike pink, it a girl cuwer"
Me-"Well I am a girl"
Rub-"No you not! You a mommy"
Me-"Mommys are girls Rub"
Rub-"No dair not, dair juft modelf and pwinfef"
Me-"So am I a model or a princess?"
Rub-*holding my cheeks in his hands*"You my pwinfef"
Awwwww! I love this boy!
JC-"Dub what are you doing out of bed? Your suppose to be asleep"
Dub-"I'm firsty about it"
Me-"Get your drink and go to bed."
Dub-"I wan fweep in the carpet"
Me-"No go to your bed"
Dub-"But I'm scared about it"
JC-"Scared about what Dub?"
Dub-"Scared about ummm...*sees JC's cookies* I need a cookie"
JC-"Take a bite and then you need to go to bed"
Dub-"But I'm firsty about it"
JC gives him another drink
Dub-"What dya got dair?"
Me-"Spicy candy, go to bed"
Dub-"I want some spicy about it"
Me-"No go to bed"
Dub-"You cwoss about it?"
Me-"Yes! I am cross about it! GO TO BED!"
Dub-"I firsty about it!"
I don't know where he got the whole "about it" thing but that follows most of his sentences. As far as "are you cross" um yes we watch too much Thomas the Tank Engine.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Today I had to clean the shower and because it is so big it is easiest to clean while actually showering. These are the happenings while I was cleaning the shower and showering.
Vootz-"Buzzy kicked me right here!"
Me-"I AM IN THE SHOWER!"
Me- "I AM IN THE SHOWER!"
Buzz-"Dub has the mustard!"
Me-"What am I suppose to do about it, I AM IN THE SHOWER! Tell your dad!"
Dub-"Buzzy take it away da dippitz, an I wuv hunwy!"
Me-"STAY OUT OF THE KITCHEN!"
Dub-"But I'n hunwy!"
Me-"Wait until I get out of the shower!"
JC-*yelling from somewhere in our gigantic house that is so big you could actually lose a person in all 1150 sq. ft. of it!* do you feel the sarcasm there! "WHERE IS YOUR MOTHER?"
Me-I AM IN THE SHOWER!"
Vootz-"Dad wants you."
Me-" I AM IN THE SHOWER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Rub-"Dubby bwoke my monter twuck foat (monster truck fort)!
Dub-"Sissy bite me!"
Me-"Leave the cat and your brother alone or I am gonna bite you!"
Dub and Rub-"But your in da chower!"
This afternoon I was laying on the bed under the A/C and ceiling fan in the dark trying not to be so miserable and this is the conversation I had with Rub.
Me-"What's this Rub? (pointing to his nose?)
Rub-"Dat's my nove."
Me-"What do you use your nose for?"
Rub-"I mell fings wif it."
Me-"What about these?"
Rub-"My eaws. I wiffen wif dem."
Rub-"My mouf, I get in twubble wif it, cuv I wun it too much."
Me-LOL "And this?"
Rub-"Dats my bewy(belly), it keepf my food safe."
Me-LOL" And what's this Rub?"
Rub-"My bewy buttit (belly button), I put my finner in it and say Beep!"
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
I don't think I have enough going on around here so I thought I would add a little more to the mix. NO! I am not preggers again! I am training for my first ever 5k run. That's right I am going to RUN, for those of you who know me you can stop laughing anytime! For those of you who don't know me, I am NOT a runner, I am a great speed walker
Now 5k is not that far, for those of you that are mathematically challenged
I am doing this race with my dad, well...men and women race separately, but he is going to race too. We are racing in honor of my Aunt. She has just won her first and hopefully last battle with breast cancer! I am excited, not that I will have to be up at like 4 am on race day to get to Fresno on time but this will be a fun experience and a great way to spend time with my dad doing something good. Who knows the running bug might just bite me and I may have to give equal rights to all my near and dear foundations!
P.s. I am really enjoying the training, not because I am doing some good for myself, but because I am ALONE! It is my excuse to leave the house with no whiners in tow! BTW..have you done your BSE this month?