I hate shopping now. I'll admit it. I was once a shop-a-holic. I got a high everytime you hear the beep beep beep of the UPC codes being read by the little laser scanner. But now, I HATE shopping. Is it because of my ever-constant companion who won't let me try on more than one thing without going into "I hate sitting in this flipping stroller and you're not moving me" mode? Possibly. What about the fact taht after squeezing out a freakin watermelon -- or as Robin Williams puts it -- it's like a wet St. Bernard coming through the cat door -- yeah, this 10 lb little kill-joy (just kidding -- well, some of the time) has completely ruined my figure! So, I've decided to (when he's better) go back to the gym, starve myself and get back to skinny! Hey, I'll be a healthy anorexic... I fully intend to take a multivitamin! I'm so sick of all the clothing makers making everything for little waif chicks. Do they not realize that women with curves want cute jeans too? I don't want to have to break out the Huskys! Come on! I went to the Gap... my 10s (transition jeans from having a baby) are too big and the 8's are too .. well, they didn't have any in the style I wanted so I tried a different style. Which, obviously I didn't like or I wouldn't have been writing this. Can't they come up with a transitional 9 for me? :) It only seems fair -- especially if they're going to hav ethose big ole 12's and 14's and 16s! I think a 9 is just a small thin gto ask for!
I got the boys something for their photos this week. :) I never had Josh's 6 year photo taken... and he's going to turn 7 in a couple of months... and Drew will get his 18 month photo. :) And of course, my cute pictures of them together. Love those.
I also went to see my good friend Travis. He lost his mom last year... beautiful lady. It's so hard to see someone you care about have a broken spirit from having a piece of them missing. I helped him move some furniture around his new house so that it looked liveable (why do men always want to put everything just on the perimeter of the wall? I just don't get it.) I hope I helped him know that he is loved and cared for. That he is important... that his friends can be family -- even though not related by blood. I can't even imagine the feelings of going through your most loved, most treasured person's belongings... knowing that they're not here anymore. It just breaks my heart. T -- you're in my prayers... you're such a special person... don't let anything keep you down like this. You're better than that and you know your beautiful Mama wouldn't want it to break you down. Chin up and live for today! I love you and tomorrow is another day. Have strength in God because there is nothing he won't give you that you can't handle. And if you need to reach out to a friend to get you through something... that's why we're all in one another's lives. Remember that!
Sigh... off to watch Desperate Housewives.
Peace out
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Thursday, February 9, 2006
Dog's Pet Peeves
My husband sent me this today and it just cracked me up so I had to share and make comments! :)
Ten Peeves that Dogs Have About Humans
1. Blaming your farts on me... not funny... not funny at all !!!
2. Yelling at me for barking.. I'M A FRIGGIN' DOG, YOU IDIOT!
-----I must say I'm guilty of this one. I think it's like how yawns are contageous... that these little guys just feed off one another. I mean, one bark I can understand. Thor trying to jump through a window to get at a girl selling girl scout cookies is yet another matter
3. Taking me for a walk, then not letting me check stuff out. Exactly whose walk is this anyway?
-----I sent a reply back to Andy about this because he makes Thor walk in the street so he doesn't sniff. I never worried about my dogs much... let 'em sniff.
4. Any trick that involves balancing food on my nose... stop it!
-----mine don't have noses TO balance things on. IT'd have to be balanced on the top of their heads.
5. Any haircut that involves bows or ribbons. Now you know why we chew your stuff up when you're not home.
-----my mom SO does this! lol.
6. The sleight of hand, fake fetch throw. You fooled a dog! Whoooo Hoooooooo what a proud moment for the top of the food chain.
7. Taking me to the vet for "the big snip", then acting surprised when I freak out every time we go back!
-----My funny story about this is when I took my dog, Boomer, in for a snip. Poor dog. I caught him trying to make baby puff-a-terriers with my pillow. He finished ON MY PILLOW. I was so grossed out. My dad said "maybe you had a sexy pillow". So, the next morning, the vet was called and the dog was in the following morning at 7:15 a.m. I picked him up that afternoon and had to pick him up and put him in the car. I drove a Jeep Cherokee at the time. The two front seats were divided by a console. I told Boom to scoot over and he slowly put two paws up on the console and then as he put his front two paws down onto the passenger front seat, he left his two back paws up on the console. He then slowly turned around with his little butt right in my face and looked at me as if to say, "hey there... do ya notice something missing here? I really think you need to go have a talk with those people as I am not happy." He just sat there ... I laughed... helped him get situated in the blanket I brought for him and off we went. He went home and hid under my bed and had nothing to do with me for about 3 days. I'm happy to report, however, that none of my pillows have been chosen as a mate since then.
8. Getting upset when I sniff the crotches of your guests. Sorry, but I haven't quite mastered that handshake thing yet.
9.Dog sweaters. Hello ???, Haven't you noticed the fur?
-----yes, dogs have fur but mine are spoiled, pampered short hair dogs that need the extra fluff!
10. How you act disgusted when I lick myself. Look, we both know the truth, you're just jealous.
Now lay off me on some of these thing's, We both know who's boss here!!! You don't see me picking up your poop do you ?
Ten Peeves that Dogs Have About Humans
1. Blaming your farts on me... not funny... not funny at all !!!
2. Yelling at me for barking.. I'M A FRIGGIN' DOG, YOU IDIOT!
-----I must say I'm guilty of this one. I think it's like how yawns are contageous... that these little guys just feed off one another. I mean, one bark I can understand. Thor trying to jump through a window to get at a girl selling girl scout cookies is yet another matter
3. Taking me for a walk, then not letting me check stuff out. Exactly whose walk is this anyway?
-----I sent a reply back to Andy about this because he makes Thor walk in the street so he doesn't sniff. I never worried about my dogs much... let 'em sniff.
4. Any trick that involves balancing food on my nose... stop it!
-----mine don't have noses TO balance things on. IT'd have to be balanced on the top of their heads.
5. Any haircut that involves bows or ribbons. Now you know why we chew your stuff up when you're not home.
-----my mom SO does this! lol.
6. The sleight of hand, fake fetch throw. You fooled a dog! Whoooo Hoooooooo what a proud moment for the top of the food chain.
7. Taking me to the vet for "the big snip", then acting surprised when I freak out every time we go back!
-----My funny story about this is when I took my dog, Boomer, in for a snip. Poor dog. I caught him trying to make baby puff-a-terriers with my pillow. He finished ON MY PILLOW. I was so grossed out. My dad said "maybe you had a sexy pillow". So, the next morning, the vet was called and the dog was in the following morning at 7:15 a.m. I picked him up that afternoon and had to pick him up and put him in the car. I drove a Jeep Cherokee at the time. The two front seats were divided by a console. I told Boom to scoot over and he slowly put two paws up on the console and then as he put his front two paws down onto the passenger front seat, he left his two back paws up on the console. He then slowly turned around with his little butt right in my face and looked at me as if to say, "hey there... do ya notice something missing here? I really think you need to go have a talk with those people as I am not happy." He just sat there ... I laughed... helped him get situated in the blanket I brought for him and off we went. He went home and hid under my bed and had nothing to do with me for about 3 days. I'm happy to report, however, that none of my pillows have been chosen as a mate since then.
8. Getting upset when I sniff the crotches of your guests. Sorry, but I haven't quite mastered that handshake thing yet.
9.Dog sweaters. Hello ???, Haven't you noticed the fur?
-----yes, dogs have fur but mine are spoiled, pampered short hair dogs that need the extra fluff!
10. How you act disgusted when I lick myself. Look, we both know the truth, you're just jealous.
Now lay off me on some of these thing's, We both know who's boss here!!! You don't see me picking up your poop do you ?
Do all styles REALLY come back "in style"
I'll be the first to admit that I'm not the most fashion forward type of girl. I tend to stick with the pieces of clothing that fit me best and look best on me. I've never been so overly concerned with the trends, but why some fashion trends re-emerge as "new" just floors me year after year.
Currently, my son attends a private school. May of the parents there are well-to-do. Many of the moms there are older than I am. Many of their fashion decisions have been over-ridden with the need to fit in and be trendy. When does keeping up with the Jones' DAUGHTER become so important? When do we as women realize that OUR age needs to be accounted for at least half of our fashion making decisions? There is a boy whose mom (I'm assuming? she could be a grandma? who really knows) picks him up and the other day she was sporting trendy jeans with a decorative sparkly motif on the thigh and down the leg made from rhinestones/sequins, high heeled black pointy toed boots, a tucked in white button up dress shirt with a black short sleeved sweater over it and a hip hugging chain link belt that hung down in two lengths on one side to mid thigh. She literally was a complete fashion nightmare. It's like that age-old question -- when you're losing it..do you KNOW you're losing it or do you just feel like everyone ELSE is? I think the same scenario is mirrored here. When you're getting on up there in age... do you REALIZE that you shouldn't shop in the junior's department? If this woman had purchased something simple and tasteful from say, Ann Taylor, she could still be trendy and fun but would have been much more tailored to her age and wouldn't age her further by making it appear as a weak attempt to "fit in". I just don't "get it".
Why is this even on my mind? Oh tonight is a mixer at a local martini bar and I don't have a thing to wear. But why do I care? I guess because I still want to look nice... so yes, I'll trek out and find something fun to buy (that's the only reason I find TO shop now is these once a month shin digs), butwill it be from the junior department? Heck no.
Currently, my son attends a private school. May of the parents there are well-to-do. Many of the moms there are older than I am. Many of their fashion decisions have been over-ridden with the need to fit in and be trendy. When does keeping up with the Jones' DAUGHTER become so important? When do we as women realize that OUR age needs to be accounted for at least half of our fashion making decisions? There is a boy whose mom (I'm assuming? she could be a grandma? who really knows) picks him up and the other day she was sporting trendy jeans with a decorative sparkly motif on the thigh and down the leg made from rhinestones/sequins, high heeled black pointy toed boots, a tucked in white button up dress shirt with a black short sleeved sweater over it and a hip hugging chain link belt that hung down in two lengths on one side to mid thigh. She literally was a complete fashion nightmare. It's like that age-old question -- when you're losing it..do you KNOW you're losing it or do you just feel like everyone ELSE is? I think the same scenario is mirrored here. When you're getting on up there in age... do you REALIZE that you shouldn't shop in the junior's department? If this woman had purchased something simple and tasteful from say, Ann Taylor, she could still be trendy and fun but would have been much more tailored to her age and wouldn't age her further by making it appear as a weak attempt to "fit in". I just don't "get it".
Why is this even on my mind? Oh tonight is a mixer at a local martini bar and I don't have a thing to wear. But why do I care? I guess because I still want to look nice... so yes, I'll trek out and find something fun to buy (that's the only reason I find TO shop now is these once a month shin digs), butwill it be from the junior department? Heck no.
Tuesday, February 7, 2006
Squeeling like a stuck pig
Drew loves to try to move things that are much too heavy for him. When he fails to initiate any forward momentum it usually results in a fountain of frustrated crocodile tears.
Fresh from the shower, I was toweling off in the closet while Drew giggled and laughed as he tried on my fuzzy slippers. Then he spied it... the 5 gallon Ozarka jug overturned with its spout up so that it was the world's best piggy bank. Boy what an interesting thing -- I think I need it -- I'm sure that's what he was thinking. He tried and tried to move it... no success. I, of course, was telling him that it was too heavy and that mommy wasn't moving it. It got quiet and then I just assumed he accepted my "mommy knows best" response until the wail of the century came. Did I respond? Of course not... I calmly told him that I wasn't going to move it that it was too heavy and that he needed to leave it alone. Did he listen? No.. he kept screaming... louder and louder and louder... until I realized.. this was something other than I can't move this big freakin jug of coins... he was stuck!
Yep, he was stuck like a pig and just screaming blood curdling screams to me. I calmly removed his hand from the spout and looked at the pretty purple impression he'd made from trying to bend it in a direction it wasn't intended to go. He was like... "oh, was that all I needed to do".. come here mama...let me wipe my runny nose on your shirt.. I need a hug.
If that only made life all better for everyone.
Fresh from the shower, I was toweling off in the closet while Drew giggled and laughed as he tried on my fuzzy slippers. Then he spied it... the 5 gallon Ozarka jug overturned with its spout up so that it was the world's best piggy bank. Boy what an interesting thing -- I think I need it -- I'm sure that's what he was thinking. He tried and tried to move it... no success. I, of course, was telling him that it was too heavy and that mommy wasn't moving it. It got quiet and then I just assumed he accepted my "mommy knows best" response until the wail of the century came. Did I respond? Of course not... I calmly told him that I wasn't going to move it that it was too heavy and that he needed to leave it alone. Did he listen? No.. he kept screaming... louder and louder and louder... until I realized.. this was something other than I can't move this big freakin jug of coins... he was stuck!
Yep, he was stuck like a pig and just screaming blood curdling screams to me. I calmly removed his hand from the spout and looked at the pretty purple impression he'd made from trying to bend it in a direction it wasn't intended to go. He was like... "oh, was that all I needed to do".. come here mama...let me wipe my runny nose on your shirt.. I need a hug.
If that only made life all better for everyone.
Monday, February 6, 2006
Say goodbye to Mr. Curly Q
Yep... I gave Drew his first haircut today. And, yes, I cried. My 3 foot goldilocks is no more. :( I just loved his adorable little locks. But, they were getting to the point that after a brief carride, they'd get matted from the carseat. His little dred locks were already starting! lol... sometimes they'd stand straight out from his head as if they anticipated being in motion just by their very presence on HIS head. So... it's a sad day.... he's so old he's needing a trim. But, big boys still need their momma's too. :)
Saturday, January 28, 2006
This kid has WILL POWER
Yes, Drew is a strong willed child. This morning, I made him a delicious bowl of hot steamy baby oatmeal with 1/2 a jar of apples/blueberries stirred in. Usually that with some real diced banana is a feast for a king (well, to HIM anyway). This morning, he was I was making waffles for Josh so HE wanted one. Yes, I let him have one. He'd never had one for breakfast. He ate an entire waffle... I could tell, however, that it didn't give him the energy he needed as he was tired soon thereafter. Nap time. Lunchtime was another battle of the wills... I wanted him to eat a grilled cheese sandwich. I even made it with NO butter so the bread would be toasted but not soggy and the cheese melted JUST right... would he eat it? Heck no! I warmed up a corny dog... would he eat that? Heck no... I tried to give him some of the pasta shapes from Josh's Jimmy Neutron chicken/noodle soup would he eat that? Heck no. He went without. He tried to suck down an entire glass of juice but when I realized he was doing THAT instead of eating -- he got water. He was pissed.
Then, changed and ready to go to Josh's basketball game. We were almost late -- made it just in time. Drew took forever getting dressed -- wouldn't let me put his socks on ... kicking me so his pants couldn't be pulled up... it was just about maddening!
Then the game was on... they did a great job. Josh's team only had 5 players present which is how many plays at a time so he got a lot of action which is GOOD! He needed it.. AND he scored his first basket! :) I got it in video!
Andy finished putting together his ESPN game center and he was playing that until I called his dad in Iowa and made him talk to him... put drew down and came down to plan my scrapping time this evening! :) Andy's at the gym... i'm going to go take a nap... I think Spring Creek BBQ sounds good tonight! :)
Then, changed and ready to go to Josh's basketball game. We were almost late -- made it just in time. Drew took forever getting dressed -- wouldn't let me put his socks on ... kicking me so his pants couldn't be pulled up... it was just about maddening!
Then the game was on... they did a great job. Josh's team only had 5 players present which is how many plays at a time so he got a lot of action which is GOOD! He needed it.. AND he scored his first basket! :) I got it in video!
Andy finished putting together his ESPN game center and he was playing that until I called his dad in Iowa and made him talk to him... put drew down and came down to plan my scrapping time this evening! :) Andy's at the gym... i'm going to go take a nap... I think Spring Creek BBQ sounds good tonight! :)
Friday, January 27, 2006
The search is on - Tender Moments - Great Day
Yes...an entry that's a triple threat! It's about Drew... Josh... AND Me -- Oh MY!
The search is on for a preschool for Drew. Man alive is finding a preschool hard! Do you want a faith-based lesson plan... montessori... do you like the curriculum... do the teachers seem nice... do all the kids have snotty noses... is there a place for them to play indoors if the weather is not nice (yes, it DOES get hot here in Texas in the summer). There are so many questions to answer! UGH! Some are way expensive... some are 5 days per week... some are 2 days per week... some are 3 days per week... how many kids per teacher... will Drew be eating real food by the time it is supposed to happen? (No.. he's not THERE YET!) I know that God will lead me to the right path for this little guy of his that I'm taking care of. Honestly, it's not the money, it's the type of environment... curriculum and staff all in one. I know that I'll get that "good feeling" when I find the right place. I'm almost sure I already have but we'll still have to wait and see.
Josh... He and I were channel surfing tonight and I stopped on a channel where they were having a one-hour pledge drive for St. Jude's Children's hospital. There was a story about a little boy... cute as can be undergoing chemo. It showed his father talking about how each day really is a gift. How he knows that his son is terminal...that the brain tumor will come back although his chemo sessions were over but that he had fought the good fight... how he sees his son not worried about it because he just is enjoying life and wearing a big smile... so he said that he was going to enjoy life and wear a big smile just for his son... until the day he took his last breath... that last breath came a short six months later when he died in his dad's arms. Josh just broke down. The reality of death hit him that it is such a sad thing for those left behind. I tried to comfort him as best I could and explained to him that while it is sad that he's with Jesus and he's not sick anymore. How he didn't have to be poked with needles... no chemo treatments to make him sick... how he was healed completely now and while it is sad that he's not here with his family... they'll be together some day. It's so sad to know that in life he will have to experience grief. As a parent, we spend our lives trying to protect them... and then to have something totoally out of our hands that we can't just "fix"... I just can't imagine.
Today was a good day. I'm trying to get my life in order to have a fun little "home school" area for my little Drew and also for Josh to use on the days we do bible study at home. :) Gotta find a good curriculum to follow since he'll be in a public school next year so that I can still keep this as a main focus in his heart.
I'm off to bed! :)
The search is on for a preschool for Drew. Man alive is finding a preschool hard! Do you want a faith-based lesson plan... montessori... do you like the curriculum... do the teachers seem nice... do all the kids have snotty noses... is there a place for them to play indoors if the weather is not nice (yes, it DOES get hot here in Texas in the summer). There are so many questions to answer! UGH! Some are way expensive... some are 5 days per week... some are 2 days per week... some are 3 days per week... how many kids per teacher... will Drew be eating real food by the time it is supposed to happen? (No.. he's not THERE YET!) I know that God will lead me to the right path for this little guy of his that I'm taking care of. Honestly, it's not the money, it's the type of environment... curriculum and staff all in one. I know that I'll get that "good feeling" when I find the right place. I'm almost sure I already have but we'll still have to wait and see.
Josh... He and I were channel surfing tonight and I stopped on a channel where they were having a one-hour pledge drive for St. Jude's Children's hospital. There was a story about a little boy... cute as can be undergoing chemo. It showed his father talking about how each day really is a gift. How he knows that his son is terminal...that the brain tumor will come back although his chemo sessions were over but that he had fought the good fight... how he sees his son not worried about it because he just is enjoying life and wearing a big smile... so he said that he was going to enjoy life and wear a big smile just for his son... until the day he took his last breath... that last breath came a short six months later when he died in his dad's arms. Josh just broke down. The reality of death hit him that it is such a sad thing for those left behind. I tried to comfort him as best I could and explained to him that while it is sad that he's with Jesus and he's not sick anymore. How he didn't have to be poked with needles... no chemo treatments to make him sick... how he was healed completely now and while it is sad that he's not here with his family... they'll be together some day. It's so sad to know that in life he will have to experience grief. As a parent, we spend our lives trying to protect them... and then to have something totoally out of our hands that we can't just "fix"... I just can't imagine.
Today was a good day. I'm trying to get my life in order to have a fun little "home school" area for my little Drew and also for Josh to use on the days we do bible study at home. :) Gotta find a good curriculum to follow since he'll be in a public school next year so that I can still keep this as a main focus in his heart.
I'm off to bed! :)
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