Welcome to my world. I *just* vacuumed... Wipe your feet before you come in.
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
What is wrong with the people in Hollywood - have they lost all their morals????
The Golden Compass" movie is set to premier on December 7, during the Christmas season, and will probably be heavily advertised. This movie is based on a the first book of a trilogy by atheist Philip Pullman. In the final book a boy and girl kill God so they can do as they please. Pullman left little doubt about his intentions when he said in a2003 interview that "My books are about killing God."
The movie is a watered down version of the first book and is designed to be very attractive in the hope unsuspecting parents will take their children to see the movie and that the children will want the books for Christmas. The movie has a well known cast, including Nicole Kidman,Kevin Bacon, and Sam Elliott. It will probably be advertised extensively, so it i s crucial that we get the word out to warn parents to avoid this movie. Please consider a boycott of the movie and the books. Also,pass this information along to everyone you know. This will help to educate parents, so that they will know the agenda of the movie.You can research this for yourself.
I thought you might find the following article from snopes.com interesting: http://www.snopes.com/politics/religion/compass.asp
(I read the snopes article and this is definitely worth passing around. It's very disturbing & I think it is well worth spreading.)Not tired of reading about the movie? Here's MORE DETAILS-
--The movie has been described as "atheism for kids" and is based on the first book of a trilogy entitled "His Dark Materials" that was written by Phillip Pullman. Pullman is a militant atheist and secular humanist who despises C. S.Lewis and the "Chronicles of Narnia". His motivation for writing this trilogy was specifically to counteract Lewis' symbolisms of Christ that are portrayed in the Narnia series.
Clearly, Pullman's main objective is to bash Christianity and promote atheism. Pullman left little doubt about his intentions when he said in a 2003 interview that "my books are about killing God." He has even stated that he wants t o"kill God in the minds of children". It has been said of Pullman that he is "the writer the atheists would be praying for, if atheists prayed."
Please pass this on to everyone you know! Families, (particularly children) are in great danger of this twisted mindset.
Monday, November 19, 2007
Maggie: HI! I’m four. I’ll be 5 in 7 months, then I can go to REAL school.
Man at Home Depot: Oh, that’s nice.
Maggie: What’s your name?
Man at Home Depot: My name is Frank. What’s yours?
Maggie: My name is Princess Buttercup.
Daddy: Hey, Mag-a-roni, tell Mommy what stores we went to this morning.
Maggie: We goed to Fashion-Wholesale-Liquid-taters, then WalMart, then Home Depot, then to then PET STORE!!!
Mommy: Oh, God. No.
Maggie: But Mommy, they had the CUTEST little guinea pig.
Mommy: Oh, God. No. Please.
Maggie: She was light brown, has a little pink nose, I will name her Buttercup.
Mommy: Oh, God. No. Please. Pretty please.
Daddy: Maggie, are you going to be a good girl at the restaurant and eat all of your dinner?
Maggie: Oh, yes, I will. Pinkie-promise.
Mommy: Mags, here’s your towel, lets get you out of the tub & get your jammies on.
Maggie: I was in the tub so long that my fingers are all wrinkledy.
Mommy: Yep, you are all wrinkledy.
Maggie: WOW! Now I’m so cold, I’m shimmering!
Mommy: You mean shivering?
Maggie: NO!! I’m shimmering! And my teeth are chatter-ding too!
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
I first spoke to Tina on my 3rd day of Junior high. She was a friend of a friend. While we were talking, she had asked me what my birthday was. June 20th, I replied. "HEY!!She said, That's MY birthday too!" We thought that was neat. Later that day, I went home & was telling my Mom about this new girl I met at school, and how we had the same birthday. Mom asked me what her name was, when I told her, she laughed. She told me that her & Tina's mom were in the same room at the hospital. Tina & I were in the nursery together, our bassinets were right next to each other.
We went all through junior & senior high together. We lost touch after graduation. We both got married very young; hers lasted, mine didn't. She has 4 grown children, I started over at the ripe old age of 38. She lives upstate, not farm country, but very rural.
We recently "found" each other again through Classmates.com. We've been catching up via emails.
I got this in an email from her today.
God's way of saying, "Have a nice day!!"
I just got my 25th High School reunion notice in the mail today.
I hope she's going.
Monday, November 12, 2007
I am sick.
I went to bed at 10:30-ish. Woke up at 11:22, 12:12, 1:42, 3:36, 4:54 and then the alarm went off at 6:00.
11:22 was Joe coming home from work.
I had called him & informed him that I was not feeling well & was going to turn in. I like to wait up for him when he works middle shift.
He said he would try not to wake me, but when he got into bed, he gently pat my hip & woke me.
12:12 Will. Decided that he couldn't sleep in his crib. Needed to sleep propped on my shoulder.
I took him back to my bed (shut up. I'm sick, I don't wanna sleep in the chair.)
1:42 Me. Pee & blow my nose.
3:36 Maggie. "Mommy, I had a bad dream, will you lay with me?"
4:54 Maggie squirming around so much that I woke up realized I was still in her bed. Shuffled to the bathroom, blew my nose & went back to my bed.
6:00 Alarm clock. Up and At'em.
Advil Cold & Sinus & strong coffee are my best friends today.
Thursday, November 01, 2007
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
So, we're one of the fattest cities (Hey! If YOU had soft pretzels, tastykakes, Hershey's & cheesesteaks, you'd be fat too!)
Our teams SUUUCK! With the exception of the Flyers, but the season is early. There's still plenty of time to choke. The Phillies will always be my #1 team (Chase Utley is soooo cute!) good or bad, I watch & cheer on my beloved Phils.
Monday, October 22, 2007
She didn't take her usual nap in the car on the way home from the shore, so yeah, she was tired.
We had company for the football game and she was a tad over-stimulated.
A few of the infractions include:
∙She knows that she's not allowed to sit upside down on the sofa.
∙She knows that she can't knock Will over just because he's playing with her stuff.
∙She knows that she's not permitted to have a glass of orange soda in the living room (of course she spilled it).
∙She knows that it is NOT O.K. to punch your father in the mouth breaking his tooth & cutting his lip because he kept teasing her about the ghoul that scared her almost out of her pants on Friday night*.
The last incident was what put us over the edge. Duh! Ya think?
You see, Wednesday afternoon when I went to pick the kids up at daycare, Ms. Nicole told me that Mag had been in Time out and was not permitted to go to the park with the rest of her class for hitting Ms. Amy. Amy was trying to referee a disagreement between Maggie & other child over who's turn it was on the PC. When Amy gave the mouse to the other child, Maggie smacked her on the arm & yelled "NOT FAIR!!!" at her.
We had the "talk" with her about how we don't hit, hitting is not nice, etc.etc.etc...
Joe had her pinkie-promise that she would not hit anyone again.
Friday night, Maggie told me that she hit another girl in school. I didn't tell Joe because I really didn't feel like listening to him harangue on & on & on about how he's a policeman & he takes people to JAIL for hitting (Is that wrong or is it just me?)
I'm more of a sit you down, yell at you & get it over with disciplinarian while Joe is more of the humiliation & degradation school of thought.
I thought that the half hour in the chair was bad enough, but he just kept harping on her about how he can't believe that she would HIT!HER!DADDY! after they *just* had that talk about hitting. blahblahblah..... How it was o.k. if Will plays with her cell-phone & magic wand since she was in TIME OUT and couldn't play with any of her things anyway...Every time she as much as shifted her weight, he would bark at her to SIT UP STRAIGHT! SIT STILL!
All I wanted to do was take her upstairs, get her bathed & put into bed. She knows that what she did was wrong.
Once she was finally freed of the chair, she took a nice warm bath where there were Mommy hugs and gentle words all around. Freshly scrubbed & shampooed, she went downstairs in her pjs to have her nightly "snuggle & sniff" with Daddy. (He always smells her hair & tells her that she smells deee-licious). He refused. He actually turned her away and told her that he was still not very happy with her. Her little face just crumpled. I carried her back upstairs, (giving Joe the evil eye as I went past) and got her calmed down again. Poor little bunny.
I went back downstairs and ripped into him like I've never done before. I didn't stop his version of punishment in front of Maggie, united front and all that hoo-ha, but I let him know that I was not in agreement with his type of discipline. A child should never be told that they are bad. There are bad choices and bad actions, but I don't think you should ever tell your baby that they are bad.
When he was ready to go to bed I made sure that he stopped in her room & smelled her, and gave her a kiss goodnight. As soon as we walked into her room, she sat up in bed and with fresh tears in her eyes all sincerity said, "Oh, Daddy! I'm so sorry I was bad at you. Can we be best friends again? Please?"
Needless to say, they are as thick as thieves, like peas in a pod. Really, they are like THIS.
* - Friday night Joe decides that Will should NOT be a lion for Halloween (too cutesie, says he)
So, we trudge out looking for a Superman/Batman/Bob-the-builder/anythingbutacutelittlelion costume. We go to the local Kmart because I am not spending 20 bucks for a costume this kid will wear once. I've already spent $15 on material/pattern to make the frigging lion costume.
While we are in the Halloween aisle, there is a life size ghoul with glowing red eyes, who groans and moans when you walk past him. Not thinking, I pull the cart directly in front of this fellow and stop to look at candy bars. I'm hardly paying any attention to her because, well... candy bars. 3 Musketeers. Hershey bars, SNICKERS, Oh my.
A strange keening noise breaks through my reverie. Oh, that wailing? That would be my kid. She catches this thing out of the corner of her eye, does a classic scooby-doo double take and proceeds to freak right-the-hell-out. She damn near climbed out of the cart trying to put as much space as possible between her & that creeper! Her word. Creeper. But you have to say it like this.... Crrreeeeeeper with a sort of Vincent Price accent to it.
She was sitting in Joe's lap & he kept saying, "Crrreeeeper" she had turned to him and asked, "Daddy, will you please stop saying CRREEEEPER to me?" After the 2nd time, she turned and hit him with a right jab that on any other day would have made him proud.
He has a dentist appt on Wednesday to get his tooth fixed. I almost hope that the Dr. forgets to numb him up before he starts.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
I want to quit my job & find something else. Maybe a “middle-shift” job so that I can stay home with the kids during the day & Joe can be with them at night.
This would essentially save us over a thousand dollars a month in daycare costs.
I think that if I were home, the house would be kept neater, the laundry would get finished & put away, meals would be more nutritionally sound, and I would get to watch my kids grow up.
My current employer doesn’t have any shift-work, besides the fact that I really don’t like my boss very much anymore. I used to get along with her just fine. But after having the kids, she doesn’t seem to realize that they will ALWAYS come first in my life. Not work.
Lately she’s been so negative about EVERYTHING.
It’s getting to the point where I dread getting dressed & going to work on Wednesdays & Thursdays.
I don’t think I’d be disciplined enough to work from home. First, we don’t have a room that could be considered an “office”, just the computer desk on the front porch. Second, there would be 2 kids there asking for juice-boxes or Pee-Wee’s Playhouse on Demand every 15 minutes, or a trip to the playground so how much work could I possibly get done?? Third, I have no marketable skills. Sure, I’ve been in the Accounting field for almost 17 years, but I have no degree, just on-the-job-learning.
I can only type about 45 wpm, so I think medical transcription is out. (My sister does this from home & is very, very good at it.) SO… Wide World Webernets, know anyone who’s looking for an undereducated, hard working, quick learning, positive person to fill a position that would allow me to work from say… 3:30 to 11:00 pm?? Well if you do,
let me know.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Friday, September 21, 2007
This weekend is Irish-Fest in Wildwood, NJ.
We'll be there. Drinking Harp & Killian's Red, listening to Irish music, spending unreasonable amounts of money (that we REALLY can't afford) on Irish-themed t-shirts, sun-catchers, beads and food. Sounds like fun, no?
I can't really complain, Even though there is not a drop of Irish blood in me** I still LOVE anything Irish-themed. One of my dream destinations is the Emerald Isle and someday we WILL get there.
* Joe says that this is grounds for divorce.....When my Grandmother traced our family tree, she found that somewhere along the line, we are descendants of King William. Of Orange. Yes, THAT Orange.
** As a saving grace, Joe tells me that I am "Irish by Injection" or IBM (Irish-By-Marriage)
Monday, September 10, 2007
The last few weeks, I've been sort of miserable. I'm not happy with my life. My marriage, my job, even my kids. I've been moving on auto-pilot for about a month now. Get up, go to work, make dinner, go to bed, rinse, repeat.
I think I need a attitude adjustment. I'm trying everyday to think of only the positives.
I'm in excellent health.
We have 2 healthy, beautiful children.
I have a husband who makes me laugh.
We have a home that we love.
We are able to afford a weekend place at the beach.
I have a job.
I have a car that gets me where I need to go.
You know what works? Believe it or not, smiling. Yep. That's it. Yesterday, we were on our way home from the shore, and I had just finished snapping at Maggie for whining about a toy that she had dropped and now couldn't reach. After I apologized to her, I looked in the rearview mirror and saw her smile at me. I smiled back. I felt better. The tightness left my chest. I took a deep breath and felt some of the tension leave me.
Even now, as I sit here typing this, I'm smiling. Not a full-on pageant smile, more of a pleasant, relaxed Mona Lisa type smile. Give it a try. Yes, right now. Sit back a bit, take a deep breath and release. Now, give me a little smile. Feel that? Pretty neat huh?
Wow, Tony Robbins had better watch out.
I'm going to try be grateful for all the things that I do have instead of worrying about the things that I don't have and see if this breaks me out of my funk.
If this doesn't work, maybe I'll try a nice bottle of Merlot.
What do you guys do when you're in a slump?
Monday, August 20, 2007
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Since she's gone back home (7/27), Maggie asks me every Sunday on the way back from the shore if Deborah's going to be at the house to go swimming with her.
Deb brought the kids each a little teddy bear from Ireland, and Maggie has named hers Deborah-Bear.
Friday, August 17, 2007
1.) Will's Dr's appointment went fine. There is still a mild dilation of the ureter, but nothing to worry about. He goes back in a year for follow-up.
2.) Got the phone bill today. $118.74 for calls to Ireland. DAYUM!! I told her she could use the phone, but I was thinking, to order a pizza; to check on the other kids; to schedule outings. Not to spend 409 minutes over the course of her month here. Would it be bad manners to drop her an email and ask her to "contribute" to the bill? Heck, we even bought one of those pre-paid phones with a couple hours worth of minutes on it for her to use while she was here. :::SIGH:::
3.) When is DD going to publish #500????
4.) Should I have a chicken quesadilla or pizza for dinner tonight?
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Monday, August 13, 2007
Then we were stupid enough to rescue a puppy from the street & make him our own. Benny decided to repay our kindness by peeing all over the living room. After Maggie was born and we caught Benny running around the house with her toys in his mouth, we decided to get rid of him. He wasn't very good with strangers, little kids and loud noises. He barked at the neighbors. I know that that is a dog's job. To bark at people. Usually when they knock on OUR door, but when the guy 5 houses up on the other side of the street decides to take his garbage out, I don't think that is a barkable offense.
There were big, ugly stains from me scrubbing and steam cleaning the same spots over & over. We went out & bought an area rug to cover the stains. I know, right? Brilliant.
Somewhere along the line, my husband has turned into Fred Sanford.
Back in February, a friend of ours bought a new dining room set. Mike gave us his. I hate it. The set we had was just a cheap table & chair set that we paid maybe 500 bucks for around 10 years ago. But this stuff? It looks like it was from the 70's. Oval table with big, clunky legs, captains chairs with spindles, the china cabinet is not too bad looking, but I hate the hardware & trim. I think it's supposed to look like bamboo. There is also a sideboard with the bambooesque trim.
The university where he works was replacing a carpet from one of the conference rooms. It's only 6 months old, but the new director doesn't "like it". Fred, errr I mean, Joe decides that it would look wonderful in our house. He's pulling up our old carpet right now & replacing it with the free stuff. It's not an ugly carpet per se. I just don't think it's suitable for my home.
It's a sort of a sage green color with darker green designs in it that Joe thinks look a bit like a Celtic knot. I just went home on my lunch break and he's got it halfway finished. I must admit, it doesn't look too bad. It's a bit "busy" for my taste, but you really won't see all that much of it once the furniture goes back in. I think the nap of it will be good with the kids. It's a high-end commercial grade berber, so they can still play rough on it without destroying it.
He recently signed up for Freecycle. Either tonight or tomorrow afternoon, we will be picking up a black, tubular Queen size bedframe. Our bed needs to be replaced. It creaks. The veneer is peeling away from the legs. Probably from me stubbing my toes on it.
He keeps telling me that he wants to build us a bed. He's sketched it out for my review & approval. It will be beautiful. Once he builds it.
Just once, I'd like to save up a wad of cash & go buy something brand new.
On a side note, Will has another appointment at A.I. Dupont hospital tomorrow to follow up with his kidney issue. Keep your fingers crossed please.
Friday, August 10, 2007
Other than working, housework, and childrearing, I have nothing to talk about.
So here are some recent pics of the kids.
Friday, July 27, 2007
William at 1 day old
Will sorta digs cake.
Holy smokes! He's 1.
We had cake & ice cream at Grandmom & Pop-Pop's house last night.
He woke up this morning at 5:52. 8 minutes before the alarm was set to go off...I brought him back to my bed hoping that he'd go back to sleep, but he was crying & rubbing his jaw......
His first molar broke through. Not a bad birthday gift, huh?
I think we might take him out for his first haircut tonight. I almost hate the idea of cutting his baby-hair. Even Joe thinks it looks cute all messy. When he gets hot, the ends get all curly. In certain light, he has a touch of strawberry-blonde. I'm afraid that if we cut it off, he'll have my crappy, fine, do-nothing hair.
I can't belive it's been a year already. He was born at 12:14 so, in a mere half hour, it will have been a year. Amazing. He's still not walking, but he does "cruise" along the furniture & we have seen him letting go. He'll stand there for a few seconds before he realizes it & then he either grabs on real fast or just sits down.
It's been a fun-filled, crazy year, Will. I can hardly to see what you have planned for the next year.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Here she is wearing Daddy's Viking Helmet, making her "mean face". Try to ignore the
food smeared all over her face. Viking's DON'T use napkins!
Friday, June 22, 2007
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Will had his diagnosed last Friday. Daycare had called saying that he was running a low-grade fever and his right eye was a little “goopy”. They thought he had pinkeye.
Will’s eyes get all goopy when he has a cold, so I didn’t think it was pinkeye, or I wouldn’t have sent him to daycare. DUH!
He’s been on Augmentin since then & he seems to be fine.
Last night, Maggie kept complaining that she was FREEEEEZING. Then she sort of fell over when she stood up. Really. She just fell.over. She just looked at me like, “WTF??! What happened to the floor?” She asked me, “Did you SEE that??”
I feel bad about it now, because I laughed at her.
She didn’t sleep well at all, so that means that I didn’t sleep well because I had to lay with her and her bed is sooooo uncomfortable.
Joe just took her to the Dr & she’s on Augmentin too.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
We came home from the shore on Monday afternoon so that we had some time to putter around the house, work on the pool, blah, blah, blah. While I was emptying the deck box to see how many new floats, noodles, swimmies, etc we were going to have to buy this year, I found a bright orange package. Not knowing what it was, I asked Joe if he knew. He replied in the negative & said, "Open it up & see."
I opened the packaging and lo & behold it's a Slip & Slide! Maggie got it from her Uncle Matt for her birthday last year. We've never even opened it because Maggie was not one to get her face wet. "Let's set it up & try it out", Joe suggests.
Maggie puts on her bathing suit and walks down the length of the slide....."No, No, No," Joe says, "Mag, you have to run & SSSLIIIDE on it. Watch."
He backs up, takes off running, hits the edge, dives into the slide part & breaks a rib.
He'll be out of work for at least 2 weeks, possibly longer. On one hand, this would be GREAT! He could work around the house, fix the tractor, cut the grass,work on the getting the pool opened, etc etc etc, but I think it's going to be more of him sitting around milking this injury.
I know a broken rib hurts like hell. I do have *some* compassion, even pity for his pain. But dammit, I do everything else around that house! I even take the garbage out & usually it's me dragging the trash cans back to the house. Now I'm even going to have to do the outside stuff! It's going to be a long next few weeks.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Sitting here at work (illegally) streaming my YahooRadio station & Luther Vandross' version of "Dance With My Father" comes on.
Even though I KNOW it's going to make me cry, I sit & sing along.
I miss you Daddy.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
• Use the the first letter of your name to answer each of the following.
• Answers must be REAL places, persons, things. . .NOTHING MADE UP!
• If you can't think of anything, skip it.
• Try to use different answers if the person before you had the same initial.
• DO NOT use your name for the boy/girl name question.• DO NOT use a search engine to look up answers!
1. Your Name: Catherine
2. Famous singer/band: Celine Dion (Sorry, it's the 1st thing that popped in my head)
3. 4 letter word: Cuss
4. Street name: Carter Road
5. Color: Cyan
6. Gift/present: CASH
7. Vehicle: Cadillac Escalade
8. Things in a Souvenir Shop: Crappy t-shirt
9. Boy's Name: Calvin
10. Girl's Name: Cassandra
11. Movie Title: Cars
12. Drink: Corona
13. An Occupation: Cashier
14. Flower: Carnation
15. Celebrity: Cher
16. Magazine: Cosmo
17. U.S, City: Cooperstown, Ohio
18. Pro Sports Team: Cardinals
19. Fruit: Cherry
20. Reason for Being Late to Work: Car trouble
21. Something You Throw Away: Crusty stuff from the back of the fridge
22. Things You Shout: CRAP!!
23. Cartoon Character: Chuckie (from Rugrats)
OK..... your turn
Monday, May 14, 2007
So, yesterday was Mother’s day. Both kids slept until 8:00am. Cool.
There was a pretty plant, cards & a box of pastries left on the dining room table. Cool.
Joe works on Sundays. Not cool.
But on the other hand, I get to spend the whole day just me & the kids. So, sort of cool.
We went food shopping, then wandered through Tar-jay ogling the bathing-suits & cute little summer outfits for Maggie. We got 1 bathing suit & 2 short-sets.
I ended up getting my Mom a pretty Jasmine scented candle with real jasmine flowers embedded in the wax, a toss pillow, cashmere (like) throw and new cozy, cozy slippers. Joe’s mom got new bath towels, bath mat, soap dispenser & wastebasket.
We headed over to the MIL’s first as she was serving sausage scaloppini, & spaghetti & meatballs. Lemme tell ya, Dot makes *the* best friggin’ scaloppini in the WORLD.
After we stuffed our faces, I mean....nibbled delicately on the scrumptious fare, we hung around for a while so Maggie could run around screaming at the top of her lungs with cousin Haley, then we said our goodbyes and went over to my Mom’s.
As soon as we walked in, I knew something was wrong. Only #1 of my 6 brothers was there, my sister wasn’t even there. I asked her where everyone else was & here’s the low-down:
Brother # 2 was coming over after his girlfriend was finished work. She’s a waitress and got stuck doing Mother’s Day dinner shift. BLAGH!
Brother # 3 & 4 live in Florida, so they were given a “pass” to miss Mother’s Day, they did call though.
My brother # 5 & his new wife were at her mother’s house as her father was just diagnosed with colon cancer. He found out the day before they were married. (April 14)
She is a staying as close as possible to him for now as they say his prognosis is “not good”.
My sister’s husband has just had a testicle removed. He was diagnosed with cancer last week, but didn’t want anyone to know. He’s still a bit too “tender” to drive for an hour to visit. Understandable.
My younger brother # 6 & his wife were spending the day at a B&B upstate. So, ok.
Then Mom informed me that she leaves for an Alaskan cruise on Tuesday; she’ll return on the 26th, Monday is Memorial Day, then on Tuesday the 29th, she will go into the hospital to have a hysterectomy as she was just diagnosed with uterine cancer. Her doctor has told her that she’s pretty sure the cancer was contained to just the uterus, but they’ll still do follow-up tests to make sure they get it all. Mom’s pretty ok with all this. She was saying that her uterus had served her well over the years, she got 8 great kids to grow in it & she’s done with it now anyway. I think she said that just so I would stop crying. She’s good like that.
Mom is healthy, and has a great outlook on life in general. She never frets or worries; rarely does she raise her voice. She kept telling me how she’s sure that she’ll be ok. We discussed the procedure; she was amazed at how they’re going to do this: Dr. will go in laproscopically, sever & tie off the ovaries, cut whatever holds all the stuff in there, then her uterus will be removed through her vagina. Is it just my fascination with all things surgical or is that really kind of neat? Less incisions, easier healing seems like a win-win to me. Well, if you can get past the hysterectomy part of it.
I’ve already decided that while Mom is off cruising, I will go to her house & get her bedroom ready for recuperation. I was in there yesterday & since she’s packing for her trip, there are clothes & shoes strewn all over. I’ll get her some pretty pillows, heating pads, trashy novels and set up her TV, make a few casseroles or easy to put together meals for her, set up a little table for a pitcher, snacks, crossword puzzle books etc…
GOD! This sucks!! I hate it when the people I love are sick!
Monday, April 23, 2007
Joe opened the trailer on April 1st, but I hadn't been down yet. With the temps soaring into the high 70's on Sunday, we got up around 7 am, packed up some stuff & went to the trailer.
Joe stained the deck and fiddled with the fuse-box while I scrubbed the floors and made the bed, unpacked the dishes & other wimmin-folk stuff. Once the deck was stained and all the stuff put away, we decided to go see the ocean. Maggie wanted to say "HI!! We missed you all winter long!"
Maggie greets the ocean with open arms....
She was so happy that she did a little dance in the sand...
Will was good to go. He could hardly wait to get into this new squishy stuff...
But it lost its appeal pretty fast.......
Mag says, "The ocean makes me happy, Mommy."
Will says, "Food makes me happy, Mommy."
Then we packed up the van and drove back home.
So, what did you do this weekend??
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
In reality, I wanted to get the house cleaned. No kids, no husband underfoot to make a mess as soon as I finished something. Vacuum, dust, do the windows, go through the massive piles of toys, straighten the bedrooms, hang my spiffy new mirrors in the bedroom...you know, spring cleaning type stuff.
I dropped the kids at daycare & went home. Pulled out all the supplies that I would need. I had just put the Prince Greatest Hits Volume II in the player when the phone rang.
It was Miss Amy at daycare. Will had just filled his diaper (again) with diarrhea & had vomited all over himself. I had to go pick him up.
The moral of the story is:
Don't fuck with Karma. She's a bitch & will get you back EVERY time.
Saturday, March 17, 2007
The snow plows buried my car. I should have parked in the driveway, but I didn't think of it.
I just shovelled my car out of 3 or 4 inches of HEAVY, wet, slushy mess while listening to the Phillies play ball. The Phightin' Phils won 3-2 over the Yankees. C'MON already, Spring!!!
Friday, March 09, 2007
ANYwhooo, in regards to the title, I'm one busy lady lately! This coming weekend I have 2 functions on Saturday. The Ancient Order of Hibernians St. Patrick's Day Parade steps off at 10 am. Joe is in the AOH, so the kids & I will be required to go stand on the sidewalk and watch a bunch of people that we don't know walk by. (I'm not real big on parades) After the aforementioned parade, there is a KICKASS partay from 1 5 pm Food, drink, Irish music, face painting & a magician for the kiddies & a lady who makes stuff out of balloons (do they have official names??)
THEEENNN, at 5 o'clock is a "scrutiny" at church (????) Father W. who teaches my R.C.I.A. class is presiding over mass that day and has asked us if we could make it to the mass. "Uh, no, sorry, Father, I'll be tying one on right around then" probably wouldn't look good in the eyes of the church so of course I said, "Sure! I can be there." Never giving another thought about the par-tay or the kids or how I'm getting to church or what I'm wearing to church!!! AAAACCCKKKK!!
Next weekend, I have a wedding to go to. Very informal, justice-of-the-peace-type thing, but I still would like to wear a dress or a nice skirt.
Following this is my baptism on Holy Saturday. I need to find a white (!!) dress/nice skirt-sweater-outfit. I have been to 3 malls already and there is not 1 WHITE dress out there. I asked a saleslady for help last night in Macy's and she said, "A WHITE dress??? In MARCH???" So I got all cocky with her & said, "What the hell, I can buy a friggin BIKINI in March, why not a white dress??!!" Bitch. I hate Macy's.
My brothers' wedding is the weekend after the baptism. Need something to wear to that. Maybe the same outfit from the wedding..... THEN, eventually, we are going to have to have Will baptized. I'll wear the outfit from the weddings. If I ever find one.
Looks like I'll be out tonight again, looking for a white dress. I wonder if I went to a bridal store??? Would they carry something that's not too, too dressy, like for a casual wedding???
There's a thought. I also know where on is. And right across the street is an Annie-Sez.
OK. I have a PLAN!!!! Go pick up kids, run home, change Will, run BACK out to the shopping center, try David's Bridal, then if THAT fails, try Annie-Sez, if THAT fails, go to Borders and buy a bunch of books, then stop at the wine store & pick up a big ol bottle of Merlot.
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Friday, February 09, 2007
Can I just tell ya how much I hate winter??!!
It makes me want to learn how to knit. Or crochet. My Grammy tried to teach us how to crochet when we were little. I remember how to make a foundation chain, but that's as far as it goes.
Joe even bought me a "Learn to crochet" kit for Christmas with Green, White and Orange yarn. He thinks I'm going to make him an Irish flag afghan. I tried it out for a little while, but the instructions are not the clearest. I'm much more of a "hands-on-learning" kind of girl.
I hear that JoAnne's fabrics is having a knitting class.....40 bucks though.... Anybody want to join with me???
Monday, February 05, 2007
We went to my In-laws for a Superbowl Party yesterday.
My BIL ran a pool. A dime for 1 block. Someone threw Maggie a dollar. I still don't know who gave it to her. I was going to my in-laws house! I don't take cash with me! I throw some bottles, diapers, wipes, change of clothes in the diaper bag & go.... I rarely even bother to take my drivers' license.
Guess who won the 1st quarter pool? Maggie. 5 bucks! Whoo Hoo!!!!
When asked what she wanted to do with her winnings, she promply replied, "GUMMY WORMS!!"
Around 7:30, we packed up & went home. There were baths to be had, bags packed for school, laundry to be finished..... we got home in time to see Price (Super bad-ass-MF'er that he is! Gawd! I loves me some Prince!)
While Mag was just getting ready for the tub, the phone rang. I figured it was Joe since he was working and knew that I wanted to be home around that time. WRONG! It was my BIL....
Maggie won the halftime pool too! WHOO HOO PART DEUX!!
I asked her what she was going to do with her additional 5 dollars, she replies, "Ummmm, Gummy BEARS???"
I guess as long as she wins, 3 1/2 is a fine age to start.
Friday, February 02, 2007
Do they EVER run out?
Poor Will. He's caught the cold that EVERY other infant in the daycare has.
Now, don't get me wrong, I lurve my daycare. These women love the children like their own.
But Tuesday afternoon, when I was picking the kids up, I was in the "Big Kid Room" gathering Mag's lunchbox, papers, and other detrius that seems to find its way into her cubby, I watched one of the bigger kids give Will a teething ring. OUT. OF. HIS. OWN. MOUTH. ewwwwwwwwwww. The teacher went right over & took it out of Will's mouth, but I guess the damage was done. As this kid turns around, he sneezes and I see what my BIL calls "a lipper". This is a nice stream of warm, germ-filled goo that spans the area from nostril to the lower lip.
I wanted to race home & boil Will.
I can't very well boil the boy, but I *did* give him the once over with Purell.
Didn't work. Poor little guy was snuffling all night. He could barely take his bottle this morning since he couldn't breathe through his nose. He fights me when he sees the aspirator coming at him. Even tissues, or a warm, wet, washcloth. He hates to get his face wiped. Such a boy.
I was able to get a half-dose of Little-C*lds medicine in him, so the congestion eased up enough for him. Looks like a nice, warm vapor-bath is in store for him tonight.
Friday, January 19, 2007
We woke up Saturday morning at 7:ish and just for kicks, I rubbed his gums. There is a tooth! Really! Only 1 day of crankiness & snot to deal with. Let's hope the rest are this easy.
I'll try to get a pic tonight
Oh. Excuse me.
Methinks the boy-child has begun the teething process.
Will woke up at 3:45 this morning a whining, coughing, snotty mess.
I really like my pediatrician, but he tells me that kids don't get runny noses from teething. HORSE-PUCKY! I remember when my oldest was a baby & he got a runny nose & slight fever every time a tooth was coming in. Same thing with Maggie. I've spent many a night in the recliner trying to catch an hour or even 25 mins sleep while holding her.
Will went back to sleep (sort of) in our bed as long as I was in a semi-upright position. Once Joe's alarm went off at 4:45, and we had more room in the bed, we were able to drift back off to sleep until 5:30.
I think my coffee mug is going to be my new BFF today.
Friday, January 12, 2007
One of the women I work with lives with her daughter & grandson. Last night, her 11 year old grandson went home after school & hung himself with a belt.
Supposedly, some kids were teasing him at school and he got into a fight. He was afraid of being punished.
Hold them close, ladies, hold them close.