Tomorrow is Friday. Hold the applause.
Tomorrow J. is going on a field trip to the rodeo fairgrounds.
I have to work, as I have no remaining sick days - so DH has the day off work and has decided to go with him. I think that is sweet. I'll probably think of my two buckeroos there while I am at preschool. Yeah, let me tell ya...
Also, I am going with meems to wichita falls this weekend. Uh-huh. Very exciting!
I am going to get to see baby Joshua, and his Mommy - who is one of my most favoritest people!
Not to mention, the purpose of the trip to begin with is to help a dear friend get her new business rolling. I think it's actually already doing well but I like to take all the credit I can get...
I think we will have a great time while we are 'working' :)
Also, my sister is going to drive to hang out with us!
Could this get any more exciting?
My parents are going to watch the kids.
I am going to have girl time all weekend with meems, la, and sisser!
What a cool dealio!
One other earth shattering thing that happened - my parents' offer on a house TEN BLOCKS AWAY from my house was accepted this week. If I have to go back to work full time next year, they are going to take up my 'mommy slack' and help with getting the kids to-and-fro giving them lots of grandparent love all the while. How blessed we are!
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Monday, February 18, 2008
Got Bugs?
If you haven't talked to me in the last few days, it would be important to note that we have had a stomach bug.
And when I say, "we" I mean, "I."
Sort of...
(Seph - you need to ask Landon why this is funny...)
Sunday morning I woke up with amazing tummy trouble.
It proceeded throughout the day - to the point that, if C. hadn't been here, my kids would have had no reasonable level of care. I can only think of maybe two other times in motherhood that I was that violently ill.
Most of the day Sunday, Chris and I had to remind the kids why Mommy couldn't do __x__.
Or why Mommy couldn't hold them... Or why Mommy was sick.
We decided to use the term "tummy bug" when referring to my ailment.
Several times throughout the day A. would look down my shirt and say, "Where's the bug, Mommy?"
I would laugh and explain that it was too small to see and that it was inside my tummy.
In the middle of the night, as luck would have it, A. ended up getting sick too.
Quite sick.
This morning, after a really rough night, she woke up and said, "Mommy, I found your bug."
And when I say, "we" I mean, "I."
Sort of...
(Seph - you need to ask Landon why this is funny...)
Sunday morning I woke up with amazing tummy trouble.
It proceeded throughout the day - to the point that, if C. hadn't been here, my kids would have had no reasonable level of care. I can only think of maybe two other times in motherhood that I was that violently ill.
Most of the day Sunday, Chris and I had to remind the kids why Mommy couldn't do __x__.
Or why Mommy couldn't hold them... Or why Mommy was sick.
We decided to use the term "tummy bug" when referring to my ailment.
Several times throughout the day A. would look down my shirt and say, "Where's the bug, Mommy?"
I would laugh and explain that it was too small to see and that it was inside my tummy.
In the middle of the night, as luck would have it, A. ended up getting sick too.
Quite sick.
This morning, after a really rough night, she woke up and said, "Mommy, I found your bug."
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Hope
knowing that you don't know anything can be the beginning of faith.
sometimes praying that you stay right in His palm is the origin of peace.
there IS something around the bend worth hoping for, worth believing for.
God is not a man, that he should lie, nor a son of man, that he should change his mind. Does he speak and then not act? Does he promise and not fulfill? Numbers 23:19 (NIV)
sometimes praying that you stay right in His palm is the origin of peace.
there IS something around the bend worth hoping for, worth believing for.
God is not a man, that he should lie, nor a son of man, that he should change his mind. Does he speak and then not act? Does he promise and not fulfill? Numbers 23:19 (NIV)
Thursday, February 14, 2008
I heart candy.
It's 6:52.
Do you know where your children are?
Mine are in bed.
In a related story, why does it seem that Valentine's Day brings more candy into your house than a Golden Ticket? Sweet Jesus, I am in candy overload mode!
I thought I would have to peel their sticky bodies off the walls, they were bouncing so!
I am with Julia and La on the construction paper artwork to show your devotion. Even if you did eat it, it wouldn't be devastating to life and limb...
I think next year I'll beat everyone to the punch and manufacture huge sugar cubes (reminiscent of a deer lick) and install one in my kitchen at about my waist level. That way - I could spare myself having to say - FIFTY TIMES A DAY, "You've had enough sugar." or "Did you just steal another piece of candy?" and "What is this candy wrapper doing in your closet if you didn't sneak another piece?" Or "Are you seriously eating one lollipop for each side of your mouth? Those sticks look like tusks, you goof!"
I have decided that there are two types of memories in life:
Childhood memories and Mom-ories.
Valentine's Day had so much more appeal back then...
Hope your Valentine's Day was a good one.
I will say that this Valentine's Day beats the one a few years ago when I didn't realize eating 4 or 5 pieces of "Sugar-Free" chocolates had the same effect as taking 6 boxes of Ex-Lax...
OY!
And you're welcome for the image...
Do you know where your children are?
Mine are in bed.
In a related story, why does it seem that Valentine's Day brings more candy into your house than a Golden Ticket? Sweet Jesus, I am in candy overload mode!
I thought I would have to peel their sticky bodies off the walls, they were bouncing so!
I am with Julia and La on the construction paper artwork to show your devotion. Even if you did eat it, it wouldn't be devastating to life and limb...
I think next year I'll beat everyone to the punch and manufacture huge sugar cubes (reminiscent of a deer lick) and install one in my kitchen at about my waist level. That way - I could spare myself having to say - FIFTY TIMES A DAY, "You've had enough sugar." or "Did you just steal another piece of candy?" and "What is this candy wrapper doing in your closet if you didn't sneak another piece?" Or "Are you seriously eating one lollipop for each side of your mouth? Those sticks look like tusks, you goof!"
I have decided that there are two types of memories in life:
Childhood memories and Mom-ories.
Valentine's Day had so much more appeal back then...
Hope your Valentine's Day was a good one.
I will say that this Valentine's Day beats the one a few years ago when I didn't realize eating 4 or 5 pieces of "Sugar-Free" chocolates had the same effect as taking 6 boxes of Ex-Lax...
OY!
And you're welcome for the image...
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Coffee addiction and its effect on your children.
Today at school, J's class came into my music class and I took one great big (much needed) gulp from my Monster Mug of coffee.
One of the students asked, "Is that coffee? My dad drinks coffee."
I said, "Yes, I gotta have my coffee."
Then J. stood up and said, "Yes, but coffee has caffiene and that has adverse side effects."
(Yes, verbatim.)
It tends to make me wonder what 'adverse side effects' he might be referring to...
Clearly, he's not familiar with the me sans caffiene.
One of the students asked, "Is that coffee? My dad drinks coffee."
I said, "Yes, I gotta have my coffee."
Then J. stood up and said, "Yes, but coffee has caffiene and that has adverse side effects."
(Yes, verbatim.)
It tends to make me wonder what 'adverse side effects' he might be referring to...
Clearly, he's not familiar with the me sans caffiene.
Fickle layout girl.
I know that you are all sick of my switcheroo layouts.
Shan didn't like the last one.
Otherwise, I would not have had commitment issues.
Shan didn't like the last one.
Otherwise, I would not have had commitment issues.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Juevos Grandes.
The kids' bathroom toilet nearly just overflowed.
I stood there in horror, shouting at my comatose husband, "I need a plunger!!!"
I couldn't walk away from the toilet and take the chance that my very interested audience of 3 and 4-year olds would get too curious about the liquid pouring over the top of their commode.
So I stayed perched over the toilet and I kept saying, er shouting, "I need a plunger!!"
At that last moment when I could see the mixture of potty water and 'potty' bulging over the rim, but not yet spilling over the edge - I made a personal preference decision.
The choices: A.)let it spill over and clean all the flooring, rugs, hall carpeting, my kids again yada yada yada
OR B.) jam my arm all the way down in there and force the clog down in the style of a 'human plunger' while choking back my instinctive response to puke.
I chose B.
It worked.
I have detoxed my arm all the way to my elbow.
The end result? I am not currently bleaching the floors, baseboards, towels, rugs, or participating in any type of scrubbing. I did not have to re-bathe my kids. I will not have to steam clean my carpets. That, my friends, is called living without regret.
I stood there in horror, shouting at my comatose husband, "I need a plunger!!!"
I couldn't walk away from the toilet and take the chance that my very interested audience of 3 and 4-year olds would get too curious about the liquid pouring over the top of their commode.
So I stayed perched over the toilet and I kept saying, er shouting, "I need a plunger!!"
At that last moment when I could see the mixture of potty water and 'potty' bulging over the rim, but not yet spilling over the edge - I made a personal preference decision.
The choices: A.)let it spill over and clean all the flooring, rugs, hall carpeting, my kids again yada yada yada
OR B.) jam my arm all the way down in there and force the clog down in the style of a 'human plunger' while choking back my instinctive response to puke.
I chose B.
It worked.
I have detoxed my arm all the way to my elbow.
The end result? I am not currently bleaching the floors, baseboards, towels, rugs, or participating in any type of scrubbing. I did not have to re-bathe my kids. I will not have to steam clean my carpets. That, my friends, is called living without regret.
Friday, February 8, 2008
New capris.
I have been waiting until our tax return came in to buy a new pair of blue jean capris (That fit).
The return came today so off I went to Academy, the only place I like to buy full-price clothes.
I got home and tried them on - they actually looked great! Then I took the tags off and went outside to straighten my van up a bit because my parents needed to borrow it for the weekend.
In less than three minutes after I took the tags off, I had torn a hole in my new capris on the backseat of the van.
So disappointing.
Good thing my husband was so understanding about it. He said, "Well why'd you have to get all gussied up to clean out your van?"
Since when are jean capri pants classified as "gussied up?"
PUH-LEASE!
The return came today so off I went to Academy, the only place I like to buy full-price clothes.
I got home and tried them on - they actually looked great! Then I took the tags off and went outside to straighten my van up a bit because my parents needed to borrow it for the weekend.
In less than three minutes after I took the tags off, I had torn a hole in my new capris on the backseat of the van.
So disappointing.
Good thing my husband was so understanding about it. He said, "Well why'd you have to get all gussied up to clean out your van?"
Since when are jean capri pants classified as "gussied up?"
PUH-LEASE!
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Chicken-counting.
Classic case of announcing news before you have verified it...
It is over!
You don't have to listen/read about any more certification tests.
I am done.
I took the information provided to me at the end of my test today regarding number of correct answers. Mathematically speaking, there is no other option. I passed.
You are cheering audibly right now - I know.
Me too.
It is over!
You don't have to listen/read about any more certification tests.
I am done.
I took the information provided to me at the end of my test today regarding number of correct answers. Mathematically speaking, there is no other option. I passed.
You are cheering audibly right now - I know.
Me too.
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