Today is my brother Ryan's 30th birthday!!! Happy Birthday Ryan! I hope it's a good one and we can't wait to see you soon!
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Happy Birthday Ryan!
Today is my brother Ryan's 30th birthday!!! Happy Birthday Ryan! I hope it's a good one and we can't wait to see you soon!
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Wear Sunscreen!
I was listening to this song yesterday on my trip back from Nashville, and it reminded me of being in 9th grade since that was when it came out and was popular. I can't remember how, but recently I found out that the song was actually originally an essay titled "Advice, like youth, probably just wasted on the young" written by this lady in 1997. She wrote that if she were asked to give a commencement speech, this is what she'd say. Eventually Baz Lurhman turned the essay into a song and released it in 1999. Just a little background for ya.
Anyways, every time I listen to it I'm like, there's some really good advice in here. So, become sentimental with me as we travel back to '99 and recall the lyrics/advice (in list form):
"If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists
Whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…
I will dispense this advice now.
1) Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; Oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked….
2) You’re not as fat as you imagine.
3) Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
4) Do one thing everyday that scares you
5) Sing
6) Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.
7) Floss
8) Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.
9) Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
10) Keep your old love letters,
11) Throw away your old bank statements.
12) Stretch
13) Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at twenty-two what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.
14) Get plenty of calcium.
15) Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.
16) Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s.
17) Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own..
18) Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
19) Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
20) Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.
21) Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
22) Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you should hold on.
23) Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you
knew when you were young.
24) Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard;
25) Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
26) Travel.
27) Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
28) Respect your elders.
29) Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
30) Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.
31) Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.
32) But trust me on the sunscreen…"
Anyways, every time I listen to it I'm like, there's some really good advice in here. So, become sentimental with me as we travel back to '99 and recall the lyrics/advice (in list form):
"If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists
Whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…
I will dispense this advice now.
1) Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; Oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked….
2) You’re not as fat as you imagine.
3) Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
4) Do one thing everyday that scares you
5) Sing
6) Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.
7) Floss
8) Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.
9) Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
10) Keep your old love letters,
11) Throw away your old bank statements.
12) Stretch
13) Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at twenty-two what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.
14) Get plenty of calcium.
15) Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.
16) Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s.
17) Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own..
18) Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
19) Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
20) Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.
21) Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
22) Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you should hold on.
23) Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you
knew when you were young.
24) Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard;
25) Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
26) Travel.
27) Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
28) Respect your elders.
29) Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
30) Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.
31) Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.
32) But trust me on the sunscreen…"
Friday, December 12, 2008
Talking Cats?! You Decide......
The weirdest thing just happened so I thought I'd blog about it and share. I was upstairs working on something when I heard this loud scream-like noise and then some sounds like muffled baby gibberish/whining kind of thing. I immediately dropped what I was doing in horror, fearing that Riley had somehow fallen out of bed and broken her neck or another important bone. (I know, my mind always go straight to the worst case scenario.)
I zoomed down the stairs and ran into the bedroom to find both my kids fast asleep and silence. Then, I heard the weird baby talk noise again. It was coming from outside. It seriously sounded like a child gibbering away about something. But it wasn't. What I saw as I neared the window were two wild cats (Wall-e, our wild cat, not included, but two strays). They were at a stand off just staring at one another with their hair sticking straight up. So, I waited to see what would happen thinking that a cat fight was about to ensue.
Then I noticed that they were still making that noise. The weird thing was that they were taking turns and their mouths were moving like they were talking to one another. It was like watching a little cat conversation where I didn't understand the foreign cat language. Weird! Then the black cat cowered down and started backing away. The white cat won, I think although, I'm pretty sure they're still down there staring at each other. Oh yeah, I also noticed the white cat had a blue eye and a yellow eye. Very freaky looking.
P.S. For a person who doesn't like cats at all, I've noticed that I tend to blog about them often. Crazy wild cats. Sadly, I just thought of High School Musical as I typed that. (Picture added above for your entertainment) What has the world come to?!
Thursday, December 11, 2008
My 3 Scents (and a funny story)
I have the nose of a pregnant woman, even when I'm not pregnant. When I was pregnant, my sense of smell was super heightened. I mean, I can smell out a soured dish rag a mile away almost. By the way, that's the nastiest smell ever to me. Number one on my best smell list is sunblock. I will do a top ten list one day of the best and worst smells if anyone would like, because as you can see I'm serious about what scents make their way to my nose. Which leads me to three new scents or scent tips I have discovered recently:
1) I accidentally bought Johnson's moisture care baby wash instead of my usual Johnson's head-to-toe baby wash for the kids. It was in a pink bottle and I thought I was just buying baby lotion. It was a happy mistake because that stuff smells so good. If you have kids, buy it and use it and smell it. Yum!
2) I love fabric softeners of all kind, but I've found that the best smelling one so far is Snuggle exhilirations' wild orchid and vanilla kiss. I'm smelling it on my clothes now. If you've ever used the perfume Pink Sugar from Sephora, it smells so similar to this fabric softener. Yum!
3) This last one is just a tip I discovered recently. If you carry a zip lock bag of laundry detergent in your diaper bag, it smells so fresh. It takes away or covers up that gum-coins-spilled milk smell that fills many a diaper bag. And instead of paying a bunch for Tide to go, just use your bag of detergent to create a paste to put right on that stain before it can set. Many possiblities with this stuff, although I was a bit nervous that someone might see it and think it was a particular drug that's white that people carry in zip lock bags. Just kidding!
Off the topic, when my sister and I were kids, we would play cops and robbers with all the neighborhood kids. Apparently, we were really playing cops and dealers because the kids who were playing the bad guys would carry around bags of flour that we'd sit and eat while the cops were looking for us. I really have no clue how on earth we knew what that was. Innocence.............hmmmm.................?
1) I accidentally bought Johnson's moisture care baby wash instead of my usual Johnson's head-to-toe baby wash for the kids. It was in a pink bottle and I thought I was just buying baby lotion. It was a happy mistake because that stuff smells so good. If you have kids, buy it and use it and smell it. Yum!
2) I love fabric softeners of all kind, but I've found that the best smelling one so far is Snuggle exhilirations' wild orchid and vanilla kiss. I'm smelling it on my clothes now. If you've ever used the perfume Pink Sugar from Sephora, it smells so similar to this fabric softener. Yum!
3) This last one is just a tip I discovered recently. If you carry a zip lock bag of laundry detergent in your diaper bag, it smells so fresh. It takes away or covers up that gum-coins-spilled milk smell that fills many a diaper bag. And instead of paying a bunch for Tide to go, just use your bag of detergent to create a paste to put right on that stain before it can set. Many possiblities with this stuff, although I was a bit nervous that someone might see it and think it was a particular drug that's white that people carry in zip lock bags. Just kidding!
Off the topic, when my sister and I were kids, we would play cops and robbers with all the neighborhood kids. Apparently, we were really playing cops and dealers because the kids who were playing the bad guys would carry around bags of flour that we'd sit and eat while the cops were looking for us. I really have no clue how on earth we knew what that was. Innocence.............hmmmm.................?
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
We can do it yo way, but don't get crazy!
I'm sure most of you have probably already seen this, but if not you should totally go over to you tube and check it out. Bon qui qui cracks me up! I'm not really that big of a fan of MADtv, but every once in a while they do a skit that is absolutely hilarious to me.
While you're there check out Anjelah Johnson's nail salon clip also. She's the one who plays Bon qui qui. This stand up act that she does is so funny and true. If you've ever been to a nail salon, you'll be laughing.
While you're there check out Anjelah Johnson's nail salon clip also. She's the one who plays Bon qui qui. This stand up act that she does is so funny and true. If you've ever been to a nail salon, you'll be laughing.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Wishy Washy Weather
What is up with this weather? I mean, I love warm weather as much as the next person. Well, probably much more than the next person. I'm not a big fan of cold weather. But when it's coming I just want it to come and stay until the spring when it's supposed to get warm. So, it's been pretty cool lately, and then it rained last night so I thought it would be pretty chilly today.
Picture Jack and Riley walking into preschool this morning in warm layered clothing only to have their heads drenched with sweat by the time they're out on the playground because it's so hot. I don't know how to dress my kids with this weather. It reminds me of a MadTV Jeopardy skit about Oprah (this one's real old by the way) that goes like this:
The answer was "Oprah," so they had to guess the question because it was Jeopardy. This was the answer.....er question?
"She's fat, she's thin, she's fat, she's thin, she's fat, she's thin. WHY CAN'T SHE PICK A WEIGHT AND GO WITH IT???"
Still cracks me up. Anyways, I wish the weather would pick a temperature and go with, like Oprah. Really it's not that big of a deal to me, just something to write about quickly so maybe someone will keep reading my blog. Ha! I am going to post Halloween pictures soon by the way, hopefully tomorrow.
Picture Jack and Riley walking into preschool this morning in warm layered clothing only to have their heads drenched with sweat by the time they're out on the playground because it's so hot. I don't know how to dress my kids with this weather. It reminds me of a MadTV Jeopardy skit about Oprah (this one's real old by the way) that goes like this:
The answer was "Oprah," so they had to guess the question because it was Jeopardy. This was the answer.....er question?
"She's fat, she's thin, she's fat, she's thin, she's fat, she's thin. WHY CAN'T SHE PICK A WEIGHT AND GO WITH IT???"
Still cracks me up. Anyways, I wish the weather would pick a temperature and go with, like Oprah. Really it's not that big of a deal to me, just something to write about quickly so maybe someone will keep reading my blog. Ha! I am going to post Halloween pictures soon by the way, hopefully tomorrow.
Monday, October 27, 2008
The Shack
Just for fun, I've decided to make my own little personal book review everytime I finish a book. So, I decided to start with "The Shack" by William P. Young, which I read back in the summer. Now, I've read a few other books since this one, but I've been seeing A LOT of people with this book. So, I thought I'd give my two cents about it.
If you're expecting a deep, profound review then you will probably be disappointed. Sorry, this is all my weary and tired "mommy brain" could come up with at the time.
I kind of had mixed emotions about this book. It was a great book as far as being profound and inspiraional and such. On the other hand, though, I found it quite boring and repetitive. That might be too harsh of a description. It wasn't repetitive as far as content, but just the format. For example, there would be a whole chapter on the main character's conversation with one of the God heads and then the next chapter would be another conversation with another form of God, and so on and so forth for most of the book. The conversations were really deep and interesting and quite inspiring, but I got so bored with reading through a conversation just to be met by another one in the next chapter. I was like "come on and tell us what happens to the little girl." I'm even getting bored writing about the repetitiveness. (Please keep reading, though.)
The first few chapters of the book really pulls you in with the little girl that goes missing. If the book didn't start this way and just started with the "conversations" I probably wouldn't have finished it sadly. I'm glad I did though because it was really good. The ideas that the author put forth were so thought provoking.
The author did such an amazing job making God the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit so personal, and I actually felt closer to all three. I think putting them in the forms that the author did was one reason for this closeness that I felt while reading the book. It was a good reminder that God wants that kind of closeness with us, and I think I tend to seperate myself from Him sometimes.
I think it's really important to keep in mind, though, that this book is fiction because I can see how it would be very, very easy to get sucked into it and forget that it is fiction and really is just one man's thoughts on what God would say, although I do seem to agree with him on a lot of things from what I can remember of the book.
Normally, when I read a good book like this one I would recommend it to many, but I really don't think this book is for everyone. I can see how it would be easy for someone to get pulled into it and claim it as gospel, as many did with "The DaVinci Code."
So, I loved it and disliked it at the same time if that's possible.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
The Sixth Sense
First of all let me start by saying I loved The Sixth Sense. It was so unpredictable to me.
So, Monday night we were at home and I was standing in the kitchen talking to Jack, who was sitting on a barstool on the other side of the counter in front of me. I don’t remember what we were talking about, but I heard the cat meowing and turned my head to look back at the door and then I turned right back around towards Jack. Then he said, “Mommy, you just scared that man behind you. You turned and looked at him and he got scared and he ran away.” I just thought he was teasing me, but I looked out the back door just to make sure there wasn’t anyone around the house.
The next day, my mom was at home and had taken Jack outside to play. They went over to a fence that divides our land from this land that has a horse on it. Jack tells my mom that he sees a man. My mom questions him about it, and he says that the man is tied up in a tree, and he points to the tree. My mom asked him what the man was wearing and he said it was too far for him to tell.
So, they come back inside and tell my sister and I about it, and we go back out there with him to further investigate and see what he’s talking about. He points to the same tree and says the man’s up there. We walk over there because Jack says the man’s asking for help. When we get to the tree I ask Jack where exactly the man is and Jack tells me that he got scared and got out of the tree and ran away, and that he was wearing a backpack.
I then asked Jack if the man in the tree was the same man he saw in the kitchen the night before, and he says, without hesitation.....yes. Weird, huh? Oh, yeah......and there’s a cemetery very close to our house. Eerie.....just in time for Halloween.
Come to think of it, he’s actually mentioned a man standing outside at night that he’s scared of. I always thought that maybe he was just saying that because he was afraid of the dark.....................or not. Creepy!
So, Monday night we were at home and I was standing in the kitchen talking to Jack, who was sitting on a barstool on the other side of the counter in front of me. I don’t remember what we were talking about, but I heard the cat meowing and turned my head to look back at the door and then I turned right back around towards Jack. Then he said, “Mommy, you just scared that man behind you. You turned and looked at him and he got scared and he ran away.” I just thought he was teasing me, but I looked out the back door just to make sure there wasn’t anyone around the house.
The next day, my mom was at home and had taken Jack outside to play. They went over to a fence that divides our land from this land that has a horse on it. Jack tells my mom that he sees a man. My mom questions him about it, and he says that the man is tied up in a tree, and he points to the tree. My mom asked him what the man was wearing and he said it was too far for him to tell.
So, they come back inside and tell my sister and I about it, and we go back out there with him to further investigate and see what he’s talking about. He points to the same tree and says the man’s up there. We walk over there because Jack says the man’s asking for help. When we get to the tree I ask Jack where exactly the man is and Jack tells me that he got scared and got out of the tree and ran away, and that he was wearing a backpack.
I then asked Jack if the man in the tree was the same man he saw in the kitchen the night before, and he says, without hesitation.....yes. Weird, huh? Oh, yeah......and there’s a cemetery very close to our house. Eerie.....just in time for Halloween.
Come to think of it, he’s actually mentioned a man standing outside at night that he’s scared of. I always thought that maybe he was just saying that because he was afraid of the dark.....................or not. Creepy!
Monday, October 13, 2008
Manic Monday: Sun-In
Randomly, I recently thought back to a beach trip I went on with my friend Jamie back in the summer after like 7th grade I think. I don't remember much from the trip, just little blurbs. Like how we rode our bikes all around Seaside and visited all of the places where "The Truman Show" had been filmed. They'd just finished filming the movie and we thought that was really cool that Jim Carey had just been there. I also remember waking up sooo early so we could say we'd seen a sunrise on the beach, only to find out it was so cloudy we couldn't see anything.
There's also a few other little things that I won't bore you with, but the one main thing that sticks out in my mind from that trip was our first experience with Sun-In. Everyone was doing it. It was definitely the "cool" thing to do that summer of '97. I don't remember exactly how it turned out, but I do remember our hair getting a lot lighter (or yellow) and us getting some wide-eyed looks from people, including our parents. It's funny to think back to the junior high years and remember some of the things that were popular back then. I don't think I ever touched Sun-In again after that. I wonder if anyone still uses this stuff. Maybe it will make a comeback.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
The Flea Market......really? fleas?
I've always liked the idea of having a housefull of vintage, old, but cool stuff. But I never could be okay with the idea of walking into a flea market though. I mean, really, fleas? Why this name I'd ask myself. I was convinced that any place with the phrase flea market attached to it had to be dirty. So, my actual first time in a flea market was a few months ago. And it was really cool. Now some parts were a bit dirty for my taste, but there were so many cool, vintagey things. Did I spell that right? Anyways, I loved the flea market; it was cool. It made me think, though. "Why on earth would they name such a neat, bargain-filled place a FLEA market of all things. So, I checked it out on Wikipedia and let me tell you what they had to say. (Note the all-caps.)
"The original flea market is likely to be the Marché aux puces of Saint-Ouen, Seine-Saint-Denis, in the northern suburbs of Paris. It is a large, long-established outdoor bazaar, one of four in Paris. THEY EARNED THEIR NAME FROM THE FLEA-INFESTED CLOTHING AND RAGS SOLD THERE. From the late 17th century, the makeshift open-air market in the town of Saint-Ouen began as temporary stalls and benches among the fields and market gardens where ragpickers exchanged their findings for a small sum."
Eww! Seriously? That is disgusting to me! And all these years I thought I was being paranoid. Oh, no no, these places actually got their name from the one and only flea, bug version.
I put this picture up yesterday, but here it is again:
I did get this adorable, retro looking chair for Riley for only $5 at the flea market. So, I will be back and will just have to not think about fleas while I'm there, although it will be pretty hard not to. They did have some oh so cool furniture though that I would love to get.
"The original flea market is likely to be the Marché aux puces of Saint-Ouen, Seine-Saint-Denis, in the northern suburbs of Paris. It is a large, long-established outdoor bazaar, one of four in Paris. THEY EARNED THEIR NAME FROM THE FLEA-INFESTED CLOTHING AND RAGS SOLD THERE. From the late 17th century, the makeshift open-air market in the town of Saint-Ouen began as temporary stalls and benches among the fields and market gardens where ragpickers exchanged their findings for a small sum."
Eww! Seriously? That is disgusting to me! And all these years I thought I was being paranoid. Oh, no no, these places actually got their name from the one and only flea, bug version.
I put this picture up yesterday, but here it is again:
I did get this adorable, retro looking chair for Riley for only $5 at the flea market. So, I will be back and will just have to not think about fleas while I'm there, although it will be pretty hard not to. They did have some oh so cool furniture though that I would love to get.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Still Here
Hey, to anyone who reads my blog. I've been wanting to post for a while, but have either not had the time or the brainpower when I do have the time. So, right now I really don't have the time or brainpower, but wanted to post something to let those who read my blog know that I'm still here. Let's see..........
Oh, cute pictures of Jack at the Y, working his desk job and eating a snack, a frequent break during his heavy workload. He was actually watching "Elmo's Potty Time" on the computer. Yeah, we're still working on that, got him some new Lightening McQueen and Spiderman undies.
Here's Riley with her Pop-Pop. She's sitting in her Bumbo that she is way too big for. For an entertaining read on the Bumbo, since my post is probably pretty boring (if you're still reading), check out this post. As you can tell Riley loved her Bumbo and still does.
Preview of future posts (because the pictures have not yet made it onto my computer):
1) Jack, yes Jack, not Riley, enjoying a tea party while Riley plays in the mud.
2) Beach fun
3) Jack's nude, but censored Guitar Hero playing
4) Build-A-Bear fun
5) And some great videos if I can ever figure out how to put them on here. Am I just retarded? This does not help me feel any smarter. I consider myself to be pretty good at computers, but everyone else I know can post videos. Even some who are kinda computer illiterate. And I don't know how. Once again I have a mac so this could have something to do with it. At least that would make me feel a little less dumb. Please help if you can.
Peace
Oh, cute pictures of Jack at the Y, working his desk job and eating a snack, a frequent break during his heavy workload. He was actually watching "Elmo's Potty Time" on the computer. Yeah, we're still working on that, got him some new Lightening McQueen and Spiderman undies.
Here's Riley with her Pop-Pop. She's sitting in her Bumbo that she is way too big for. For an entertaining read on the Bumbo, since my post is probably pretty boring (if you're still reading), check out this post. As you can tell Riley loved her Bumbo and still does.
Preview of future posts (because the pictures have not yet made it onto my computer):
1) Jack, yes Jack, not Riley, enjoying a tea party while Riley plays in the mud.
2) Beach fun
3) Jack's nude, but censored Guitar Hero playing
4) Build-A-Bear fun
5) And some great videos if I can ever figure out how to put them on here. Am I just retarded? This does not help me feel any smarter. I consider myself to be pretty good at computers, but everyone else I know can post videos. Even some who are kinda computer illiterate. And I don't know how. Once again I have a mac so this could have something to do with it. At least that would make me feel a little less dumb. Please help if you can.
Peace
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
My Little Parrot
The other day I was driving to work. The kids were with me and we we're driving down the main street of the Water's which has a lot of speed bumps. I guess the speed bumps made it seem like I was driving a little crazy. I don't know, but all of the sudden from the back seat Jack pipes up, "I get so nervous about you Mom."
I think he's heard me say stuff like, "Don't do that, you're making me nervous." There have been many more times that he has told someone that they made him nervous. Especially Riley, he tells her that all the time. He is such a little repeater.
We were on a walk recently and this dog was trying to come after us and Jack said, "That dog is very fond of us." When he gets in a bad mood about something he'll tell me things like, "I am so frustrated." or "I am so mad." He also likes to tell Riley "No no, Riley, no ma'am." I realize he gets all these sayings from me, so it's funny to hear him repeat them. He also likes to use the word "yesterday" and the phrase "next week." I'm not sure he really knows what they mean, but he likes to say them.
One of his original sayings, though, is "Repeat, Repeat!" He kinda got this from Toy Story I think, but he uses it to let us know when Riley's doing something she shouldn't be. It really is quite funny. He always busts her by yelling "Repeat, Repeat!" Usually if we hear the phrase, Riley's playing on the stairs because that's something he knows for sure that she's not allowed to do.
Another thing about Jack is that he does not use contractions very much. It's always "do not," "will not," "I am," etc. You get the picture. Anyways, this post was somewhat for humor, but mostly for recording purposes so I can say that I've "written it down." I know I'll laugh everytime I read these sayings of his. He just cracks me up so much.
I think he's heard me say stuff like, "Don't do that, you're making me nervous." There have been many more times that he has told someone that they made him nervous. Especially Riley, he tells her that all the time. He is such a little repeater.
We were on a walk recently and this dog was trying to come after us and Jack said, "That dog is very fond of us." When he gets in a bad mood about something he'll tell me things like, "I am so frustrated." or "I am so mad." He also likes to tell Riley "No no, Riley, no ma'am." I realize he gets all these sayings from me, so it's funny to hear him repeat them. He also likes to use the word "yesterday" and the phrase "next week." I'm not sure he really knows what they mean, but he likes to say them.
One of his original sayings, though, is "Repeat, Repeat!" He kinda got this from Toy Story I think, but he uses it to let us know when Riley's doing something she shouldn't be. It really is quite funny. He always busts her by yelling "Repeat, Repeat!" Usually if we hear the phrase, Riley's playing on the stairs because that's something he knows for sure that she's not allowed to do.
Another thing about Jack is that he does not use contractions very much. It's always "do not," "will not," "I am," etc. You get the picture. Anyways, this post was somewhat for humor, but mostly for recording purposes so I can say that I've "written it down." I know I'll laugh everytime I read these sayings of his. He just cracks me up so much.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Medical Receptionists.......Need I Say More?
I'm SOOOOOOOO changing pediatricians! I just wasted 1.2 hours and at least $10 of gas because of an imcompetent medical receptionist lady. I love the doctor, it's not him; it's his help. Yes, I shall go there. In my life experience of receptionists at doctor's offices or really any medical establishment, I have experienced maybe, maybe I repeat, a handful of pleasant receptionists. Two days ago I called to make Riley's 15 month check up appt. The girl on the line was like okay we have a 1:30 on Thursday. I thought, this is not a good time because the kids will fall asleep on the way there and I'll have to wake them up, but man it's so soon. Usually I have to call like a week or two in advice of an appt. time. This was the only time they had though that I could make so I took it. I should've known it was too good to be true.
I drive the 20-25 min. to get there. I wake the kids up from a much deeper sleep than I expected and drag them in only to be told that my appt. was next Thursday like I was a moron. I respond, "But the girl only said THURSDAY," meaning this Thursday not next Thursday. Hello?! "Well I'm sorry. I would work you in but we only have two doctors here today." Thanks a lot lady!
Oh, I was sooooo mad! I went to get Jack and then went back up to the window and told the girl to cancel my appt. next week. She was like, "oh can you not make that time?" I said "No. I think I'm gonna just switch doctors." She looked at me with this stunned look on her face. Oh come on, you had it coming girl. This is the same receptionist who refused my son a lollipop BEFORE the doctor's appt. because you have to wait until AFTER. Nevermind the fact that I just told him he could have one at a last ditch effort to keep him from having a tantrum in the waiting room after we'd been waiting for at least 30 minutes. That was our last visit. The time before that I got there a good 15 min. early, the recommended time. Now this is huge for me. I'm rarely early to anywhere. But 15 min.? Yes! When do they call me back to the doctor? One whole hour after my appt. time. These people do not have a good running record with me.
Then of course on our trek home the kids do not fall asleep so I spend an extra 10-20 minutes driving around the "neighborhood" or as you'd call it the country to get them to fall asleep. This is truly the best way to get them asleep.
So, if anyone knows of a good pediatrician, I'm looking for a new one. Here's to all the rude receptionists out there. May you hear plenty of this in your years to come until you become a little more considerate.
I drive the 20-25 min. to get there. I wake the kids up from a much deeper sleep than I expected and drag them in only to be told that my appt. was next Thursday like I was a moron. I respond, "But the girl only said THURSDAY," meaning this Thursday not next Thursday. Hello?! "Well I'm sorry. I would work you in but we only have two doctors here today." Thanks a lot lady!
Oh, I was sooooo mad! I went to get Jack and then went back up to the window and told the girl to cancel my appt. next week. She was like, "oh can you not make that time?" I said "No. I think I'm gonna just switch doctors." She looked at me with this stunned look on her face. Oh come on, you had it coming girl. This is the same receptionist who refused my son a lollipop BEFORE the doctor's appt. because you have to wait until AFTER. Nevermind the fact that I just told him he could have one at a last ditch effort to keep him from having a tantrum in the waiting room after we'd been waiting for at least 30 minutes. That was our last visit. The time before that I got there a good 15 min. early, the recommended time. Now this is huge for me. I'm rarely early to anywhere. But 15 min.? Yes! When do they call me back to the doctor? One whole hour after my appt. time. These people do not have a good running record with me.
Then of course on our trek home the kids do not fall asleep so I spend an extra 10-20 minutes driving around the "neighborhood" or as you'd call it the country to get them to fall asleep. This is truly the best way to get them asleep.
So, if anyone knows of a good pediatrician, I'm looking for a new one. Here's to all the rude receptionists out there. May you hear plenty of this in your years to come until you become a little more considerate.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Zelda Rare IV
In the car the other day on our way back from Nashville:
Jack: Look! It's a fire engine truck thingy!
Me: Where? Where?
Jack (while pointing to a pick up truck that has a couple of ladders on it): Over there! The fire engine truck is over there!
Me: Well, it does have a ladder......
Jack: Cause it's a fire engine truck. Come on Mom!
Jack: Look! It's a fire engine truck thingy!
Me: Where? Where?
Jack (while pointing to a pick up truck that has a couple of ladders on it): Over there! The fire engine truck is over there!
Me: Well, it does have a ladder......
Jack: Cause it's a fire engine truck. Come on Mom!
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Zelda Rare III
In the car on the way home from Ming's Garden the other day, Jack overheard my mom talking about how he got rice all over his clothes. This is the conversation that followed:
Jack: Rice makes me happy.........Chicken makes me MEAN!
Hee-Hee: Ha, ha, how sweet. He said "Rice makes me happy."
Jack: No! Rice not make you happy. Rice makes ME happy.
Hee-Hee: Oh, okay, I'm sorry. Rice makes you happy.
Jack: And somedays, chicken makes me mean!
He must have eaten a little too much chicken! There was more to the conversation, but that's all I can remember. Just made me laugh.
Jack: Rice makes me happy.........Chicken makes me MEAN!
Hee-Hee: Ha, ha, how sweet. He said "Rice makes me happy."
Jack: No! Rice not make you happy. Rice makes ME happy.
Hee-Hee: Oh, okay, I'm sorry. Rice makes you happy.
Jack: And somedays, chicken makes me mean!
He must have eaten a little too much chicken! There was more to the conversation, but that's all I can remember. Just made me laugh.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Ode to Camp Wiregrass
(Sorry about the picture; it's the best one I could find online.) I've been thinking lately about Camp Wiregrass. This is where I used to go to camp as a camper and then as a counselor as I got older. I would go every summer; one summer I went like 3 weeks in a row. Since I've had kids though I haven't been able to go. So, that's like three years or maybe four since I've been. Might not sound like a big deal, really it's not I suppose, but I often think about what's going on there right now and how much fun the kids are probably having.
I remember swimming in the pool together on those sweltering hot days, painting the tables and walls of the craft hut, going to canteen and getting sour straws and Dr. Pepper, shaving cream fights, going on hikes in the woods, and many, many more fun camp things. From the outside this camp wasn't one that sounded like it'd be too fun. Compared to all the other camps out there and the ones you see portrayed on movies, Camp Wiregrass seemed kinda like a dud. No horseback riding, no big lakes with giant bouncy things, no jetskis, no ropes course or zip lining. None of those modern camp things. But I don't think I would ever go to any other camp over Camp Wiregrass.
The most memorable times happened down in the little chapel in the woods. This was where we'd having worship every night and have devotionals in the morning. This is also where we had talent shows and skits and such. The chapel was basically the "soul" of the camp. Any range of emotions were shared here. This was where I got up and sang and played the guitar in front of a bunch of people and felt totally at ease. That was the great thing about this camp. By the end of the week, you felt like these people were part of your family. Really, in a sense, they are. They're all part of God's family which makes this camp the best I've ever been to, and miss it so badly. Since we live out in the country and are constantly around nature, I'm reminded of it more often. I really could go on and on about all the fun things and memories from camp, but will stop here so as not to bore you to death.
So, there is my short ode to Camp Wiregrass, my home away from home.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Music To My Ears
This is a lovely song that Jack made up recently:
I see the moon,
And the moon makes me happy,
And the moon is on the trees,
And the moon is above the trees;
And the moon is on the trees,
And the moon is above the trees;
And the moon is on the CD movie player,
And the moon is on Mama,
And the moon is on Riley,
And the moon is on Hee-Hee;
And the moon is on Jack,
And the moon is on the trees.
I see the moon,
And the moon makes me happy,
And the moon is on the trees,
And the moon is above the trees;
And the moon is on the trees,
And the moon is above the trees;
And the moon is on the CD movie player,
And the moon is on Mama,
And the moon is on Riley,
And the moon is on Hee-Hee;
And the moon is on Jack,
And the moon is on the trees.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Zelda Rare II
For the past 3 weeks, Jack has been going around saying "Buzz Lightyear, Talkin' Man. Come in, Talkin' Man. Can you hear me? To Infinity......And Beyond."
He also likes to repeat "And Be......and be.......and be....." many times before getting to "and beyond!"
I've seen Toy Story (many, many times now, thank you Jack) and I was pretty sure they never said anything about this "Talking Man." So, I've been trying to figure it out. Where has he heard this from and why has he decided that Buzz Lightyear is one. Then yesterday, as we were watching our daily showing of Toy Story, I was just kind of listening when I heard this and it finally dawned on me: "This is Buzz Lightyear here calling to STAR COMMAND. Come in, STAR COMMAND. Can you hear me?"
Duh! I feel so dumb! That should definitely be on one of the cards in the game Mad Gab.
He also likes to repeat "And Be......and be.......and be....." many times before getting to "and beyond!"
I've seen Toy Story (many, many times now, thank you Jack) and I was pretty sure they never said anything about this "Talking Man." So, I've been trying to figure it out. Where has he heard this from and why has he decided that Buzz Lightyear is one. Then yesterday, as we were watching our daily showing of Toy Story, I was just kind of listening when I heard this and it finally dawned on me: "This is Buzz Lightyear here calling to STAR COMMAND. Come in, STAR COMMAND. Can you hear me?"
Duh! I feel so dumb! That should definitely be on one of the cards in the game Mad Gab.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Zelda Rare
Jack had woken up from his nap and was in the bedroom calling for me. So, I went in there and laid down next to him. He was just laying there looking at me when all of the sudden...
Jack: I forget.
Me: What did you forget?
Jack: To give you a kiss.
Too sweet!
Jack: I forget.
Me: What did you forget?
Jack: To give you a kiss.
Too sweet!
Thursday, June 19, 2008
***UPDATE***
An update on the drama that ensued in front of our house yesterday:
I called my mom while it was going on. Well, she ended up making a call to someone who then made a call to someone who ended up calling the cops. Things got kind of confused down the line and the cops thought that someone had heard gunshots at The Waters (which is a cool little neighborhood town-like place if you're not from around here). So, the police were riding around that neighborhood trying to figure out where the gunshots had been fired, probably causing a small-scale panic to those who were around at the time. Anyways, they figured out that they were in the wrong place.
Eventually, I was looking out the window and saw three cop cars pull up to the house. So, I went out and told them what had happened and they collected a bunch of shell casings from the ground. I think they were kind of disappointed that they didn't catch the guys doing it and they told me to call them right away if that same car ever showed up again. So, that was my drama for the day, yesterday.
Today, on the other hand, held a whole new drama of it's own. Riley pooped in the tub.......again.....and AFTER I had bathed both of the kids. So, I had to take both of them out, take all the toys out, clean the tub, refill it, put the kids back in, and bathe them again. My mom and I have both gotten so used to this happening, I've gotten the routine down pretty well. The only step left is the dreaded task of cleaning all the bath toys, again. The reason I was having to give them a bath in the middle of the day was because of this:
I called my mom while it was going on. Well, she ended up making a call to someone who then made a call to someone who ended up calling the cops. Things got kind of confused down the line and the cops thought that someone had heard gunshots at The Waters (which is a cool little neighborhood town-like place if you're not from around here). So, the police were riding around that neighborhood trying to figure out where the gunshots had been fired, probably causing a small-scale panic to those who were around at the time. Anyways, they figured out that they were in the wrong place.
Eventually, I was looking out the window and saw three cop cars pull up to the house. So, I went out and told them what had happened and they collected a bunch of shell casings from the ground. I think they were kind of disappointed that they didn't catch the guys doing it and they told me to call them right away if that same car ever showed up again. So, that was my drama for the day, yesterday.
Today, on the other hand, held a whole new drama of it's own. Riley pooped in the tub.......again.....and AFTER I had bathed both of the kids. So, I had to take both of them out, take all the toys out, clean the tub, refill it, put the kids back in, and bathe them again. My mom and I have both gotten so used to this happening, I've gotten the routine down pretty well. The only step left is the dreaded task of cleaning all the bath toys, again. The reason I was having to give them a bath in the middle of the day was because of this:
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Thugs in the Woods
I was just getting ready to write a post like 30 minutes ago, when all of the sudden I heard this loud bang. We live out in the country, where our closest neighbor is at least 70 yards away. Plus the kids were both asleep. With this in mind I started to panic thinking, "What in the world could that possibly have been?" So, I rushed downstairs to check on the kids and heard the noise again, this time one right after the other and automatically realized what the sound was. It was definitely gunfire and way too close for comfort. Right then I went all 007 (or really just "mommy in panic trying to protect her babies"), deadbolting the door and grabbing my cell phone and pepper spray. I hunched down below the windows and sat in the kitchen not knowing what to do.
I decided to check it out so I peeked out of the blinds from the living room and saw three thug looking dudes with guns. Not BB guns. Not I'm-just-practicing-my-aim hunting guns. But hand guns. Automatically in my mind this means criminals although I guess you can use hand guns for other things, this whole scenario looked super shady. Before I write more let me note that they were in front of these abandoned trailers that are like 50 ft. from our house, kinda diagonally in front of our house. Actually I do have a picture of the site.... kind of. Really the subject of these pictures was a fox that we saw the other day over by the trailer. It was very cute and, well here it is.
Back to the thugs. I staked it out for a while, a long while. I saw them taking some barrels out of their car and I guess that's what they were shooting at, but who knows why. And I definitely don't know why they were doing this so close to my house and my babies. They just better be glad I'm not Aunt Madea. Sometimes I do wish I could be more like her though....only at certain times when the dirty deeds of my soon to be ex pop into my head. Anyways, that was my excitement for the day. I think I'll go check it out later and make sure they weren't shooting at something other than a barrel. I really do let my imagination run wild sometimes. Update on the "shootings" to come.
I decided to check it out so I peeked out of the blinds from the living room and saw three thug looking dudes with guns. Not BB guns. Not I'm-just-practicing-my-aim hunting guns. But hand guns. Automatically in my mind this means criminals although I guess you can use hand guns for other things, this whole scenario looked super shady. Before I write more let me note that they were in front of these abandoned trailers that are like 50 ft. from our house, kinda diagonally in front of our house. Actually I do have a picture of the site.... kind of. Really the subject of these pictures was a fox that we saw the other day over by the trailer. It was very cute and, well here it is.
Back to the thugs. I staked it out for a while, a long while. I saw them taking some barrels out of their car and I guess that's what they were shooting at, but who knows why. And I definitely don't know why they were doing this so close to my house and my babies. They just better be glad I'm not Aunt Madea. Sometimes I do wish I could be more like her though....only at certain times when the dirty deeds of my soon to be ex pop into my head. Anyways, that was my excitement for the day. I think I'll go check it out later and make sure they weren't shooting at something other than a barrel. I really do let my imagination run wild sometimes. Update on the "shootings" to come.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Drama's Mama
So, quick post, I came to the final realization (or just acceptance I guess) that my little 10 month old Riley is the biggest drama queen (note her picture to the left for example). She is the sweetest little thing and a very good baby, but drama? yes. so that's the reason I have changed the name of this blog from something that I just made up real quick because I couldn't think of a name to something that is in actuality the truth: Confessions of a Miniature DRAMA Queen's Mama (emphasis on the drama) as I run to grab her before she crawls down the stairs.....
Monday, March 17, 2008
I finally have a blog
So, this is my first post. I've been thinking about making my own blog for a while now cause it seems like a good way to keep up with people. It has taken me forever though to find the time to actually sit down and do it. Jack and Riley are asleep right now at the same time surprisingly so I decided to just take some time to do it. Hopefully there will be more times like this where I can make posts, but we'll see how that works out. Here are some recent pictures of Jack and Riley for those who haven't seen them in a while. nevermind, they both just woke up so that will have to wait until next time (the story of my current life)
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