Well, today is day 30. I actually did it. 30 blogs in 30 days. Thank you dear readers for humoring me- follow me OK? I will keep blogging but promise to keep it to a few times a month now.
For the most part, it has been a lot of fun to get back into writing, to have an outlet to vent, to share my life, and to remember funny and meaningful (word of the day) events and stories. Every once in a while, I really did not want to blog, but in those moments I really did not want to do anything, so it didn't have anything to do with writing.
At home, I am frantically trying to get the house and the family ready for our trip. We have dog sitters coming to stay, hence getting the house ready and now all you would be robbers now know our house will be occupied, sorry, maybe next time. I have piles of clothes that I hope fit into the two paid checked bags we get. I have been excessively applying tanning lotion to be legs in hopes that my pale, spidery legs don't look as severely out of place in Texas where everyone has a golden tan 365 days a year.
We are all excited about what we are calling our Hee-haw Tour of Texas Spring Break. We will see friends first that moved to Dallas last summer, then a few days in Austin and San Antonio and then off to hubs cousin's ranch west of Houston. He imports African mammals, so that will be interesting and we will go horseback riding, as well. We love a good authentic vacation and I think we are going to get one this time around!
Adios.
Thursday, April 17, 2014
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Seriously Sentimental
I left work early today because I got a phone call from school that MK had a red, sore throat. We went to the doctor and the rapid strep came back negative, she has no fever, so let's hope this is nothing and some hot tea and sleep will do the trick before we head out for our trip.
When we got home, it felt like the perfect time to watch a movie she got for Christmas, that we had not watched yet, "Stand By Me". You know, the one from 1986 with River Phoenix (Chris), Corey Feldman (Teddy) and Jerry O'Connell (Vern), and...hmmm, I forget who played Gordie. This may have been my favorite movie as a kid (with Goonies close behind) and hence why MK got it under the Christmas tree. I feel it is a sentimental right of passage for her to watch this with me and someday in a few years I hope to watch it with Car also. It is rated R (which I was shocked about and don't remember this being the case when I was twelve) and it does have a lot of bad language but that's it. Anyway, this was my first "Hollywood" crush - River Phoenix. My first boy poster in my room, I watched the movie over and over with my BFF and could sing all the 1950's songs and remember all the quotes. I was a sophomore in college when he died, and actually cried over my nostalgia (word of the day) and that it was River that died, because when I was twelve I really felt like I loved him and I knew if he ever met me, he would love me too.
Here are some of my favorite quotes that really could just be some of my "life" quotes now, so listen up:
When we got home, it felt like the perfect time to watch a movie she got for Christmas, that we had not watched yet, "Stand By Me". You know, the one from 1986 with River Phoenix (Chris), Corey Feldman (Teddy) and Jerry O'Connell (Vern), and...hmmm, I forget who played Gordie. This may have been my favorite movie as a kid (with Goonies close behind) and hence why MK got it under the Christmas tree. I feel it is a sentimental right of passage for her to watch this with me and someday in a few years I hope to watch it with Car also. It is rated R (which I was shocked about and don't remember this being the case when I was twelve) and it does have a lot of bad language but that's it. Anyway, this was my first "Hollywood" crush - River Phoenix. My first boy poster in my room, I watched the movie over and over with my BFF and could sing all the 1950's songs and remember all the quotes. I was a sophomore in college when he died, and actually cried over my nostalgia (word of the day) and that it was River that died, because when I was twelve I really felt like I loved him and I knew if he ever met me, he would love me too.Here are some of my favorite quotes that really could just be some of my "life" quotes now, so listen up:
Gordie: Do you think I'm weird?
Chris: Definitely.
Gordie: No man, seriously. Am I weird?
Chris: Yeah, but so what? Everybody's weird.
Teddy: This is my age! I'm in the prime of my youth, and I'll only be young once!
Chris: Yeah, but you're gonna be stupid for the rest of your life.
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Seriously Pamper?
Today was my day, yoga then a few errands and the spa - an 80-minute reflexology massage followed by a manicure and pedicure. I was so excited for this day to pamper (word of the day) myself. But, I kind of feel more like an actual pamper full of shit and tossed in the trash.
First, I had to pack lunches and feed and walk the dog in the rain. The cold, wet weather (welcome back!) made me incredibly irritable. Yoga was great other than those four 45 second dolphin planks she made us hold. You go try it; here is an image to reference. They suck.
Once I made it home, I did 3 loads of laundry, packed my clothes for Spring Break, ate lunch and prepared dinner for later. I had to pick the kids up from school early to make it to my spa appointment. Only one kid was ready when I got there. I had to wait 10 minutes, which then directly correlated into a loss of 20 minutes during my massage. So, even though I was in a little part of heaven during the massage, when I saw the clock after, I was just annoyed because I paid for 80 minutes and only got 60. But I didn't have the energy to complain. Also, I am seriously PMSing.
This "joke" pretty much sums it up. On the drive home from my pampering, I find out hubs will not be home this evening as he has a work dinner, which is fine, but I normally like more than 10 minutes notification since I had already prepared the caramelized onion, spinach, bacon and swiss quiche for us to eat for dinner. Then, I attempt to pack clothes with the girls for our Spring Break coming up. So, this resulted in a few, "um, no" and "you need to look presentable" comments by me. I have no idea when I will allow them to just pack themselves, maybe when they go off to college? It was just annoying and the whole thing was just frustrating. I did not want to lose my cool with either of them, this is supposed to be exciting and fun, but damn you PMS, you won again.
First, I had to pack lunches and feed and walk the dog in the rain. The cold, wet weather (welcome back!) made me incredibly irritable. Yoga was great other than those four 45 second dolphin planks she made us hold. You go try it; here is an image to reference. They suck.Once I made it home, I did 3 loads of laundry, packed my clothes for Spring Break, ate lunch and prepared dinner for later. I had to pick the kids up from school early to make it to my spa appointment. Only one kid was ready when I got there. I had to wait 10 minutes, which then directly correlated into a loss of 20 minutes during my massage. So, even though I was in a little part of heaven during the massage, when I saw the clock after, I was just annoyed because I paid for 80 minutes and only got 60. But I didn't have the energy to complain. Also, I am seriously PMSing.
This "joke" pretty much sums it up. On the drive home from my pampering, I find out hubs will not be home this evening as he has a work dinner, which is fine, but I normally like more than 10 minutes notification since I had already prepared the caramelized onion, spinach, bacon and swiss quiche for us to eat for dinner. Then, I attempt to pack clothes with the girls for our Spring Break coming up. So, this resulted in a few, "um, no" and "you need to look presentable" comments by me. I have no idea when I will allow them to just pack themselves, maybe when they go off to college? It was just annoying and the whole thing was just frustrating. I did not want to lose my cool with either of them, this is supposed to be exciting and fun, but damn you PMS, you won again.Monday, April 14, 2014
Serious(ly) Progress
The painting has begun. I love the color we chose - Benjamin Moore - Booth Bay Gray. It was worth all 8 samples. Because we went with this particular shade on the walls, the little turquoise entry table we have is now getting painted by me in one of the lighter shades so it won't clash. So, only 6 of the samples are going to waste. On the main stretch of wall, I have one of our Andrew Wyeth prints hanging with two hooks on either side. In my mind these hooks are strictly decorative or possibly for a "cool" hat or an artsy scarf. The children know to NEVER hang anything from these hooks, well, maybe not. They never could because hubs used them for his coats.
This picture was obviously from MK's birthday, but you can see how his coats (note the use of a plural noun) are hanging on one of the hooks. He, of course, finds absolutely nothing wrong with this. After 7+ years in this house of me telling him to not hang things there and me moving every coat, every day, to its proper place in the hall closet that is directly.across.from.the.hooks; yeah no, he never heard a word of it.
This evening, he began painting this section of the wall. I went on a run and came home to the hooks still there, when I know we had had a very distinct conversation about how with this facelift, the hooks were going bye, bye, forever. He asked for a veto (anyone watch two week's ago Modern Family?) Nope, not happening. So, after some mumbling under his breath and a few choice words, my hallway now looks like this.
Oh, it's the little things that make me satisfied (word of the day).
This picture was obviously from MK's birthday, but you can see how his coats (note the use of a plural noun) are hanging on one of the hooks. He, of course, finds absolutely nothing wrong with this. After 7+ years in this house of me telling him to not hang things there and me moving every coat, every day, to its proper place in the hall closet that is directly.across.from.the.hooks; yeah no, he never heard a word of it.
This evening, he began painting this section of the wall. I went on a run and came home to the hooks still there, when I know we had had a very distinct conversation about how with this facelift, the hooks were going bye, bye, forever. He asked for a veto (anyone watch two week's ago Modern Family?) Nope, not happening. So, after some mumbling under his breath and a few choice words, my hallway now looks like this.Oh, it's the little things that make me satisfied (word of the day).
Sunday, April 13, 2014
Seriously Great
We had a beautiful weekend in the northeast. The first of what I hope is at least three seasons worth of sunny weekend days. Yesterday was yard work, and practices during the day and then we helped host a Community Dinner in our town, which is always humbling and important for our kids to experience. Hubs and I even walked downtown for a late dinner on our own after that. Car played goalie in a lacrosse tournament this morning, she had at least 10 saves in the 4 games, if not more and we all got a little sunburnt, but it felt great (word of the day). We had ice cream with teammates and after Palm Sunday evening mass we hit golf balls and then went to our local Mexican restaurant for dinner. Really an awesome weekend. Too bad, it's 8:30pm and both girls have to study for tests. Sigh. That is not great.
You know what else is not great? That lady mumbling at the Community Dinner that we had no fried chicken. "Why doesn't anyone ever have fried chicken? It's always spaghetti and meatballs, must be because that's cheap," she says. I looked at her as I was clutching my ladle with plastic gloves over the hot pasta sauce in a very warm room and even though I wanted to punch her in the face, I responded, "Oh, your welcome, enjoy." Then she proceeded to take not one but two to-go containers. That was not humbling, that was truly annoying.
You know what else is not great? I forgot my epi pen at the lacrosse tournament today, so when a bee landed on my leg, I actually screamed and then thrust forward flailing to get it off of me, which resulted in me nailing my head into the railing and now I have an abrasion on my forehead.
But, you know what is great? Today after mass the same deacon I blogged about yesterday was outside greeting people as they left mass. He saw me, gave me a high five and I said, "Look, it's a miracle, I don't need me wheelchair anymore."
#greatweekend
Saturday, April 12, 2014
Seriously Sacred
Last night after dropping the tween/teens at their first semi-formal, I met one of the other mothers to stuff inserts into this Sunday's church bulletin. She and I do most of the marketing for our kid's school and so every 8 weeks or so we get the fun job of showcasing all the great things the children of the school are doing in a one page newsletter and then we stuff 500 of them into the bulletins. I have no idea how I got signed up for this particular job (i.e. big S on my forehead).
We head over to the church about 7:20pm. We thought it would be empty, we forgot about Lent and the whole Stations of the Cross thing. So we decide to hide in the passageway to the choir loft. There was a folding table so we set it up, took the only two seats available and started stuffing. About halfway through the service, the deacon's voice started getting louder and louder. He was going through each Station down the aisle closest to us. He peeked in and then turned off his mic. He came over to us and blessed us each by doing the sign of the cross on our foreheads. He then asked if we needed any prayers. Meanwhile, he is leaning over me, coaxing my arm and repeatedly doing the sign of the cross on my forehead. My friend is just looking at me funny. I say, "No, I'm good, thank you." he looks at my friend and she says, "Yes, please pray for my father" (who is having some health issues). He looks at me again, as he is still blessing me and consoling me. I say, "Sure, please pray for my brother" (dependency issues). He bestows the sign of the cross on my forehead, for the tenth time, and then re-enters the nave of the church and continues with the Stations.
I look at my friend and I said, "That was a little weird." She said, "I am not sure if he was hitting on you or if he really thought something was wrong with you." I asked if there was anything on my forehead, because he either just accosted it, or was really trying to rub something off of it. She then starts cracking up and says, "Oh my Gosh, he really did think something was wrong with you, you ARE sitting in a wheelchair."
There had only been one folding chair and the wheelchair in the hall, so instead of searching for another chair somewhere during the service, I just sat in it. I swear, it could have been one of the funniest things that have ever happened to me. The deacon did come back in later and asked me, "Are you just sitting in that chair, or do you need that chair?" So, he did pick up on the fact that I was a bit perplexed by all of his attention (word of the day).
#stilllaughing #beyondblessed
We head over to the church about 7:20pm. We thought it would be empty, we forgot about Lent and the whole Stations of the Cross thing. So we decide to hide in the passageway to the choir loft. There was a folding table so we set it up, took the only two seats available and started stuffing. About halfway through the service, the deacon's voice started getting louder and louder. He was going through each Station down the aisle closest to us. He peeked in and then turned off his mic. He came over to us and blessed us each by doing the sign of the cross on our foreheads. He then asked if we needed any prayers. Meanwhile, he is leaning over me, coaxing my arm and repeatedly doing the sign of the cross on my forehead. My friend is just looking at me funny. I say, "No, I'm good, thank you." he looks at my friend and she says, "Yes, please pray for my father" (who is having some health issues). He looks at me again, as he is still blessing me and consoling me. I say, "Sure, please pray for my brother" (dependency issues). He bestows the sign of the cross on my forehead, for the tenth time, and then re-enters the nave of the church and continues with the Stations.
I look at my friend and I said, "That was a little weird." She said, "I am not sure if he was hitting on you or if he really thought something was wrong with you." I asked if there was anything on my forehead, because he either just accosted it, or was really trying to rub something off of it. She then starts cracking up and says, "Oh my Gosh, he really did think something was wrong with you, you ARE sitting in a wheelchair."
There had only been one folding chair and the wheelchair in the hall, so instead of searching for another chair somewhere during the service, I just sat in it. I swear, it could have been one of the funniest things that have ever happened to me. The deacon did come back in later and asked me, "Are you just sitting in that chair, or do you need that chair?" So, he did pick up on the fact that I was a bit perplexed by all of his attention (word of the day).
#stilllaughing #beyondblessed
Friday, April 11, 2014
Seriously Drama
Having one teen and one tween girl = lots of drama going on over in this house this afternoon. Approximately, 1 hour after school pickup this is what has already gone down.
1. I was giving them their chores for the afternoon before the weekend "begins" and as I explained to Car how exactly she should clean the bathroom sink (as this usually ends in a wipe down of the basin of the sink only, not any space around it, not moving any of the sh%t all over the counter or the nasty toothbrush holder). Meanwhile, MK is growling and rolling her eyes at her sister over this conversation that.she.was.not.a.part.of.
2. I was telling MK that when her friends get here to get ready for their first semi-formal* tonight that they need to be conservative with the make-up- light shadow, light eye-liner, blush and lipgloss only. (They are 12 and 13 years old - 7th graders) I got, "Well, Jessica's mom lets her wear whatever makeup she wants." I said, "Well, I'm not letting any raccoon eyes out the door and her mom is dropping her off, so thanks for the heads up, I will be sure to discuss this with her mother."
3. Car and I were heading back from dropping MK at dance class and she lays into me about the summer dance schedule and which Lyrical class she should take, I told her what I discussed with her TEACHER and she starts yelling that it will be too easy and all "these" girls will be in it (I guess girls that she feels are not worthy of being in class with her). So walking in the front door, I am screaming at her, "I have no idea why this is a problem that you are yelling at ME about. I have no control over the schedule, no control over what the teacher told me and no control over how well you dance in the class, but somehow this is now my problem."** As I unlock the door I notice both my next door neighbors out on their front porches. I just shrugged my shoulders and walked in the door as Car stomped upstairs and slammed her door.
Good times. I am sure adding 5 more tween/teens to the mix in a half hour is going to be smooth sailing. Welcome to the celebration (word of the day) ladies, I mean the nuthouse.
*I have a kid old enough to go to a semi-formal, sigh.
**I have a dance mom bumper sticker on my car, which may explain a lot.
1. I was giving them their chores for the afternoon before the weekend "begins" and as I explained to Car how exactly she should clean the bathroom sink (as this usually ends in a wipe down of the basin of the sink only, not any space around it, not moving any of the sh%t all over the counter or the nasty toothbrush holder). Meanwhile, MK is growling and rolling her eyes at her sister over this conversation that.she.was.not.a.part.of.
2. I was telling MK that when her friends get here to get ready for their first semi-formal* tonight that they need to be conservative with the make-up- light shadow, light eye-liner, blush and lipgloss only. (They are 12 and 13 years old - 7th graders) I got, "Well, Jessica's mom lets her wear whatever makeup she wants." I said, "Well, I'm not letting any raccoon eyes out the door and her mom is dropping her off, so thanks for the heads up, I will be sure to discuss this with her mother."
3. Car and I were heading back from dropping MK at dance class and she lays into me about the summer dance schedule and which Lyrical class she should take, I told her what I discussed with her TEACHER and she starts yelling that it will be too easy and all "these" girls will be in it (I guess girls that she feels are not worthy of being in class with her). So walking in the front door, I am screaming at her, "I have no idea why this is a problem that you are yelling at ME about. I have no control over the schedule, no control over what the teacher told me and no control over how well you dance in the class, but somehow this is now my problem."** As I unlock the door I notice both my next door neighbors out on their front porches. I just shrugged my shoulders and walked in the door as Car stomped upstairs and slammed her door.
Good times. I am sure adding 5 more tween/teens to the mix in a half hour is going to be smooth sailing. Welcome to the celebration (word of the day) ladies, I mean the nuthouse.
*I have a kid old enough to go to a semi-formal, sigh.
**I have a dance mom bumper sticker on my car, which may explain a lot.
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