We decided to put a pool in our house. In the basement to be exact. In the middle of winter.
Just 'cuz.
Okay, well that's not entirely true.
You have heard the saying, "When it rains, it pours," right?
Yeah, well where I live, it's more like "When is rains, it first melts over 3 feet of snow in less than 48 hours, and then it rains more and pours all of that rain and melting snow into my basement."
What is one to do with that much water seeping up through her foundation you may ask?
We dig a hole...or two...aka, indoor swimming pool!
Let me just say...in our pool...there is no shallow end. Only deep, deep water. And no matter how much we try to make it shallow, it just keeps filling up.
Isn't that wonderful?!? A magic basement swimming pool.
Anyone up for a polar bear challenge?
Because, Baby, that water be cold!!
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Friday, February 10, 2017
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Call me maybe.
He knows my number.
My eight year old.
He just memorized my cell phone number.
Now he calls me.
All the time.
And leaves me messages.
Important ones.
Like the one I had on my phone tonight.
"Ummm. Dad won't let us watch a movie. Bye"
My eight year old.
He just memorized my cell phone number.
Now he calls me.
All the time.
And leaves me messages.
Important ones.
Like the one I had on my phone tonight.
"Ummm. Dad won't let us watch a movie. Bye"
.............................
Important indeed.
Oh, and he crotchets.
I love him!
Sure hope he calls me again.
Friday, December 7, 2012
You probably shouldn't stab your eye...
I wouldn't recommend stabbing yourself in the eye. It really hurts.
I wouldn't recommend holding a pair of scissors in your hand while trying to grab stacked glass Mason jars. You might stab yourself in the eye with them.
I wouldn't recommend stacking two glass mason jars on top of one another and then putting them on the top shelf. One of them might start to fall while you are retrieving them.
I wouldn't recommend choosing to put cut up hay in a glass Mason jar. You might have to get the Mason jar on the top shelf.
I wouldn't recommend cutting pieces of hay from the bail you bought in October. You might need to put them into a mason jar.
I wouldn't recommend wanting to have cut hay on your bookshelf. You might have to cut some from your bail you got in October.
I wouldn't recommend having an empty manger on your bookshelf that you want to fill with hay. You might want a jar of hay right next to it.
I wouldn't recommend wanting to fill a manger with hay that represents random acts of service. You might want an empty manger on your bookshelf.
I wouldn't recommend wanting to teach your children the true meaning of Christmas. You might come up with the idea of filling a manger with hay that represents acts of service.
I wouldn't recommend having children this time of year. You might want to teach them the the true meaning of Christmas.
I wouldn't recommend having children. You might look forward to this time of year.
So, my friends, here's the bottom line: Having children makes you stab yourself in the eye.
And that really hurts.
(See, we really can blame everything on our kids. I'm just saying.)
I wouldn't recommend holding a pair of scissors in your hand while trying to grab stacked glass Mason jars. You might stab yourself in the eye with them.
I wouldn't recommend stacking two glass mason jars on top of one another and then putting them on the top shelf. One of them might start to fall while you are retrieving them.
I wouldn't recommend choosing to put cut up hay in a glass Mason jar. You might have to get the Mason jar on the top shelf.
I wouldn't recommend cutting pieces of hay from the bail you bought in October. You might need to put them into a mason jar.
I wouldn't recommend wanting to have cut hay on your bookshelf. You might have to cut some from your bail you got in October.
I wouldn't recommend having an empty manger on your bookshelf that you want to fill with hay. You might want a jar of hay right next to it.
I wouldn't recommend wanting to fill a manger with hay that represents random acts of service. You might want an empty manger on your bookshelf.
I wouldn't recommend wanting to teach your children the true meaning of Christmas. You might come up with the idea of filling a manger with hay that represents acts of service.
I wouldn't recommend having children this time of year. You might want to teach them the the true meaning of Christmas.
I wouldn't recommend having children. You might look forward to this time of year.
So, my friends, here's the bottom line: Having children makes you stab yourself in the eye.
And that really hurts.
(See, we really can blame everything on our kids. I'm just saying.)
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Overprotective....?
Common sense. Prudence. Good judgement. Discernment. Wisdom
All things missing from my son's middle school social studies teacher.
Let me put this out there first off. September 11th was horrific! A day that should never EVER be forgotten. It was awful and unbelievable and mortifying all at the same time. I am not one to shelter my children from what happened that day.
They know that planes were hijacked by people who hate America. They know that some people died a horrible death. They know there were people who jumped out the windows of the WTC. They know there were courageous men and women who became heroes that day. Many of them dying. The loss was huge. One of the worst in American history.
My kids understand this.
All of them came home last week talking about the discussions they had in their classes. My younger ones had talked about it in their classes. My older two had watched videos. Kyla had watched the same video that we have at our house.
My son, however, watched a different video. A very different video. One that was going to be lasting more than 3 days. One that I am pretty sure I would NEVER have let him watch. I rarely let my children watch any PG-13 movies that I haven't previewed first. I have made a few exceptions, but they are few...very few and far between.
So when he came home telling me about his movie, I was a little disturbed. He told me about hearing the F-word over and over and over again. We don't use that language in my house and neither do most of the people that we hang out with, so to hear it repeatedly was noticeable for him. I am pretty sure the F-bomb puts any movie into the PG-13 rating.
But that's not even the worst part.
This film showed dead people. We're not talking about Hollywood's version of dead. We are talking about real people, recently dead people. Their bodies. Their faces. Eyes open and all. I have not seen many dead people in my lifetime, but the few that I have seen are seared into my memory.
My son added that you could hear bodies hitting the ground in background. And he knew it was bodies because the camera guy said they were just falling from the sky.
My question is this. Why do we need to expose our young ones to so much so young? I mean, really? I get teaching the tragedy of the attacks. But there are videos that show the tragedy without showing everything. And to me, that video was over the line.
Maybe I'm over-protective, but it's my right to be that way. I don't see a need to have that age group listen to foul language, no matter the situation. It will only promote it. Secondly, once those images and sounds are in their heads, they will not ever leave. I wonder if he even thought about that.
It's one thing if he wants to show it to his own children. His prerogative. But he doesn't have that right to show highly inappropriate not to mention unnecessary disturbing videos to my child...not without my permission.
Yes, I called the principal. No, she wasn't aware of the video. Yes, she would take immediate action. The principal was great about it. She agreed with me.
Do you? Would you have a problem with that?
All things missing from my son's middle school social studies teacher.
Let me put this out there first off. September 11th was horrific! A day that should never EVER be forgotten. It was awful and unbelievable and mortifying all at the same time. I am not one to shelter my children from what happened that day.
They know that planes were hijacked by people who hate America. They know that some people died a horrible death. They know there were people who jumped out the windows of the WTC. They know there were courageous men and women who became heroes that day. Many of them dying. The loss was huge. One of the worst in American history.
My kids understand this.
All of them came home last week talking about the discussions they had in their classes. My younger ones had talked about it in their classes. My older two had watched videos. Kyla had watched the same video that we have at our house.
My son, however, watched a different video. A very different video. One that was going to be lasting more than 3 days. One that I am pretty sure I would NEVER have let him watch. I rarely let my children watch any PG-13 movies that I haven't previewed first. I have made a few exceptions, but they are few...very few and far between.
So when he came home telling me about his movie, I was a little disturbed. He told me about hearing the F-word over and over and over again. We don't use that language in my house and neither do most of the people that we hang out with, so to hear it repeatedly was noticeable for him. I am pretty sure the F-bomb puts any movie into the PG-13 rating.
But that's not even the worst part.
This film showed dead people. We're not talking about Hollywood's version of dead. We are talking about real people, recently dead people. Their bodies. Their faces. Eyes open and all. I have not seen many dead people in my lifetime, but the few that I have seen are seared into my memory.
My son added that you could hear bodies hitting the ground in background. And he knew it was bodies because the camera guy said they were just falling from the sky.
My question is this. Why do we need to expose our young ones to so much so young? I mean, really? I get teaching the tragedy of the attacks. But there are videos that show the tragedy without showing everything. And to me, that video was over the line.
Maybe I'm over-protective, but it's my right to be that way. I don't see a need to have that age group listen to foul language, no matter the situation. It will only promote it. Secondly, once those images and sounds are in their heads, they will not ever leave. I wonder if he even thought about that.
It's one thing if he wants to show it to his own children. His prerogative. But he doesn't have that right to show highly inappropriate not to mention unnecessary disturbing videos to my child...not without my permission.
Yes, I called the principal. No, she wasn't aware of the video. Yes, she would take immediate action. The principal was great about it. She agreed with me.
Do you? Would you have a problem with that?
Thursday, June 7, 2012
This too shall pass....
I'm feeling it.
Deep down....it's rumbling. I try to keep it there...but it has reared it's ugly head.
I'm stressed.
You see, we are buying a house. At least that is what we are trying to do. You see, it's a short sale...which isn't short. Nope. Not. At. All.
We put in our offer the beginning of Feb. It was accepted. Yay! Now all we needed was their bank to approve the price (which we heard they already had...because that's what pre-approved means.) Apparently not.
It is now June.
Did I forget to mention that our lease was up June 1st? Yes, that is June 1, 2012. As in last week. Lucky for us, we are renting from friends and they offered to let us stay longer. So we will be out of our/their house June 15.
Yes, that would mean after next Friday, we are homeless.
But only technically. Meaning, we have no place of our own to lay our heads. Instead, we have family and friends who don't completely understand what they are getting into, but have offered their homes nonetheless.
So Hubs and the kids will be staying with family for 3 weeks. I will be staying here to work.
The good news is that I will finally get to see how much my kids love me by how much they miss me. Heh...I mean...the good news is that our new closing date is July 12th! (as opposed to our first closing date of May 10).
The bad news is....I don't know how to live without my family! I mean, they are such good fodder for this here blog. But honestly, I live for them. I complain about waking up early...but it's usually with a cuddle...or a kiss...though sometimes peed in pants. Needy hands...needing me. A handsome Hubsto love on to talk to..
I will have a ton of time on my hands....but I will also have almost nothing to do. I will get to sleep in...that's awesome. But I can't go clean my house. I won't need to go grocery shopping. I won't need to drive anyone anywhere. Sigh. What's a busy mom with nothing to do...to do?
Any tips?
Deep down....it's rumbling. I try to keep it there...but it has reared it's ugly head.
I'm stressed.
You see, we are buying a house. At least that is what we are trying to do. You see, it's a short sale...which isn't short. Nope. Not. At. All.
We put in our offer the beginning of Feb. It was accepted. Yay! Now all we needed was their bank to approve the price (which we heard they already had...because that's what pre-approved means.) Apparently not.
It is now June.
Did I forget to mention that our lease was up June 1st? Yes, that is June 1, 2012. As in last week. Lucky for us, we are renting from friends and they offered to let us stay longer. So we will be out of our/their house June 15.
Yes, that would mean after next Friday, we are homeless.
But only technically. Meaning, we have no place of our own to lay our heads. Instead, we have family and friends who don't completely understand what they are getting into, but have offered their homes nonetheless.
So Hubs and the kids will be staying with family for 3 weeks. I will be staying here to work.
The good news is that I will finally get to see how much my kids love me by how much they miss me. Heh...I mean...the good news is that our new closing date is July 12th! (as opposed to our first closing date of May 10).
The bad news is....I don't know how to live without my family! I mean, they are such good fodder for this here blog. But honestly, I live for them. I complain about waking up early...but it's usually with a cuddle...or a kiss...though sometimes peed in pants. Needy hands...needing me. A handsome Hubs
I will have a ton of time on my hands....but I will also have almost nothing to do. I will get to sleep in...that's awesome. But I can't go clean my house. I won't need to go grocery shopping. I won't need to drive anyone anywhere. Sigh. What's a busy mom with nothing to do...to do?
Any tips?
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
May Day! May Day!
Do you have plans for the next three weeks?
I do. But these are not plans I made for myself. No, these plans were made for me, by the many teachers that my children have.
In the next three weeks either I or Hubs will be paying for, preparing and attending:
Ahhhh, May. Welcome!
I do. But these are not plans I made for myself. No, these plans were made for me, by the many teachers that my children have.
In the next three weeks either I or Hubs will be paying for, preparing and attending:
- two trips to the zoo
- a band concert
- a trip to the aquatic center
- Hootz
- Itz
- Acoma
- 3 field days
- end of the year music party
- and Kindergarten graduation.
Ahhhh, May. Welcome!
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Ehhh
I am lacking motivation.
Why?
Maybe it's allergies. IN MY LEFT EYE! Seriously. That's it. It's all in my left eye. No matter what I do, the leaking persists. Seriously considering plucking it out. Only there is no guarantee that the leaking will stop and then I'd be out a perfectly good eye. Drat.
I'm all over the place. With track, Scouts, dance, soccer, more soccer, school, work, shopping, doctors, dentists,... I am literally all over the place. Okay, so I am not across town at that spa getting that hot rock massage that was on sale through Living Social. Wish I was all over that. Nope.
Packing. Who is highly motivated to pack? Really? Come on over. We are buying a house...our first home...yeah, kinda exciting. It would be more exciting if I didn't have to pack. You see, in the last 13 years, we will have moved 10 times. You would think I was good at packing. Ummm...nope. Not at all.
Hubs didn't get the job we were hoping for. Bummer, huh. What's that? Why are we buying a house...when Hubs doesn't have a job? Shhh, don't ask that. Okay, we asked the Lord what we were to do, and, well, that's what He told us. So, here we will be staying. For the long haul. But the point is, we were bummed. But do not fear. All will be well. He has never left us. So we carry on.
Indeed, motivation is lacking. So please, if this blog is neglected...know that I am folding clothes somewhere...thinking of you all. Not entirely true. Mostly I am wishing for sleep, a job...that will move us...down the street, my kids, and also sleep. But after all that, I will be thinking about you all.
And my lack of motivation.
Why?
Maybe it's allergies. IN MY LEFT EYE! Seriously. That's it. It's all in my left eye. No matter what I do, the leaking persists. Seriously considering plucking it out. Only there is no guarantee that the leaking will stop and then I'd be out a perfectly good eye. Drat.
I'm all over the place. With track, Scouts, dance, soccer, more soccer, school, work, shopping, doctors, dentists,... I am literally all over the place. Okay, so I am not across town at that spa getting that hot rock massage that was on sale through Living Social. Wish I was all over that. Nope.
Packing. Who is highly motivated to pack? Really? Come on over. We are buying a house...our first home...yeah, kinda exciting. It would be more exciting if I didn't have to pack. You see, in the last 13 years, we will have moved 10 times. You would think I was good at packing. Ummm...nope. Not at all.
Hubs didn't get the job we were hoping for. Bummer, huh. What's that? Why are we buying a house...when Hubs doesn't have a job? Shhh, don't ask that. Okay, we asked the Lord what we were to do, and, well, that's what He told us. So, here we will be staying. For the long haul. But the point is, we were bummed. But do not fear. All will be well. He has never left us. So we carry on.
Indeed, motivation is lacking. So please, if this blog is neglected...know that I am folding clothes somewhere...thinking of you all. Not entirely true. Mostly I am wishing for sleep, a job...that will move us...down the street, my kids, and also sleep. But after all that, I will be thinking about you all.
And my lack of motivation.
Monday, March 5, 2012
Does this taste funny to you?
I love strawberries. Almost as much as I like watermelon. Almost.
During summertime, when strawberries are cheap, we always have them available...right next to the watermelon.
However, during the winter, the only place I am able to get yummy strawberries at a decent price is at Sam's Club. Tons of strawberries...big strawberries...without breaking the bank.
So guess where I went on Thursday. Sears. And then guess where I went. Yup, Sam's club. And buy strawberries I did. "These aren't going to last very long once the kids see them," I informed Hubs.
In order to make them last longer, I decided to hide them. Waaaaaaaaaaay in the back....behind the milk, and yogurt and old sour cream. And then some...a deep fridge indeed. That's why stuff gets lost in there. Needless to say, the strawberries were safe!
Or so I thought.
Friday morning, I woke up ready to have myself some fresh strawberries for breakfast. I opened the fridge and was overwhelmed by a pickle-ish smell. "What the..."
As I dug my way passed the milk, passed yogurt and passed the sour cream, there sat my strawberries in a puddle of pickle juice. Apparently, between the time I placed my precious berries in the fridge and Friday morning, someone (other than me...because there is no way it could have been me...no way...), someone had knocked over the pickle jar....and it obviously had a loose lid. The pickles...not the person.
I hate pickles. Almost as much as I hate mustard. Almost. Why? They ruin everything they touch.
Strawberries are no exception.
The fruit on top wasn't as pickly. The flavor could be masked with sugar. The ones on the bottom, however...Ick...yack!! Blech!!!! I couldn't bring myself to chuck them, though, so I have been throwing them in my fruit shakes. (Because pickled strawberry and banana shakes sound delish!)
We are on Day 4 and still plenty of strawberries. Safe indeed.
Remind me to throw out the pickles (and mustard) next time I buy watermelon.
During summertime, when strawberries are cheap, we always have them available...right next to the watermelon.
However, during the winter, the only place I am able to get yummy strawberries at a decent price is at Sam's Club. Tons of strawberries...big strawberries...without breaking the bank.
So guess where I went on Thursday. Sears. And then guess where I went. Yup, Sam's club. And buy strawberries I did. "These aren't going to last very long once the kids see them," I informed Hubs.
In order to make them last longer, I decided to hide them. Waaaaaaaaaaay in the back....behind the milk, and yogurt and old sour cream. And then some...a deep fridge indeed. That's why stuff gets lost in there. Needless to say, the strawberries were safe!
Or so I thought.
Friday morning, I woke up ready to have myself some fresh strawberries for breakfast. I opened the fridge and was overwhelmed by a pickle-ish smell. "What the..."
As I dug my way passed the milk, passed yogurt and passed the sour cream, there sat my strawberries in a puddle of pickle juice. Apparently, between the time I placed my precious berries in the fridge and Friday morning, someone (other than me...because there is no way it could have been me...no way...), someone had knocked over the pickle jar....and it obviously had a loose lid. The pickles...not the person.
I hate pickles. Almost as much as I hate mustard. Almost. Why? They ruin everything they touch.
Strawberries are no exception.
The fruit on top wasn't as pickly. The flavor could be masked with sugar. The ones on the bottom, however...Ick...yack!! Blech!!!! I couldn't bring myself to chuck them, though, so I have been throwing them in my fruit shakes. (Because pickled strawberry and banana shakes sound delish!)
We are on Day 4 and still plenty of strawberries. Safe indeed.
Remind me to throw out the pickles (and mustard) next time I buy watermelon.
Monday, February 6, 2012
...waiting.
Waiting.
That's what we are doing.
Hubs has been working on getting his masters. In Linguistics. Yeah...he is pretty smart. Not boring though.
However, three semesters in he has decided, "Ehhh. I'm not really wanting to be a linguist anymore." Good for him to recognize he isn't happy...ya know...before we spend another bucket load of money.
Instead he has applied for a job. Whoot! We are excited to move into the next chapter of our life. This last one was kinda dragging.
But now we are waiting...and waiting....and waiting.
"We will let you know, either way, by the end of this week." So he calls them back at the beginning of the next week...."Oh. Nope, sorry. We haven't gotten to that point yet. But we will let you know. Either way." Ugh.
And so we wait.
I wait.
Wait for some normalcy in my routine at home. Don't get me wrong. I love having Hubs around. He is fun and interesting and nice to look at and all of that. So you can see why I would be distracted from my mundane, monotonous, morning routine.
But even though it is boring, it is necessary. Vital, even, for my life to have some semblance of sanity. Those first two hours... scriptures, exercise, dishes, and shower...I have to have them. Sadly, if they don't get done, no matter what else does, I feel I have not been productive.
So you can understand why the waiting is so excruciating.
I am torn between loving and hating my husband. Okay, hate is a really strong word. But I am afraid if we have to wait much longer...it just may come to that. Okay, not that. But sometimes there are worse things than hate. Torture comes to mind.
I'm just sayin'.
But what else is there to do....
...but wait.
That's what we are doing.
Hubs has been working on getting his masters. In Linguistics. Yeah...he is pretty smart. Not boring though.
However, three semesters in he has decided, "Ehhh. I'm not really wanting to be a linguist anymore." Good for him to recognize he isn't happy...ya know...before we spend another bucket load of money.
Instead he has applied for a job. Whoot! We are excited to move into the next chapter of our life. This last one was kinda dragging.
But now we are waiting...and waiting....and waiting.
"We will let you know, either way, by the end of this week." So he calls them back at the beginning of the next week...."Oh. Nope, sorry. We haven't gotten to that point yet. But we will let you know. Either way." Ugh.
And so we wait.
I wait.
Wait for some normalcy in my routine at home. Don't get me wrong. I love having Hubs around. He is fun and interesting and nice to look at and all of that. So you can see why I would be distracted from my mundane, monotonous, morning routine.
But even though it is boring, it is necessary. Vital, even, for my life to have some semblance of sanity. Those first two hours... scriptures, exercise, dishes, and shower...I have to have them. Sadly, if they don't get done, no matter what else does, I feel I have not been productive.
So you can understand why the waiting is so excruciating.
I am torn between loving and hating my husband. Okay, hate is a really strong word. But I am afraid if we have to wait much longer...it just may come to that. Okay, not that. But sometimes there are worse things than hate. Torture comes to mind.
I'm just sayin'.
But what else is there to do....
...but wait.
Friday, January 20, 2012
Breezy on top
There are just some things that shouldn't be done halfway.
Shaving your legs.
Painting a room.
Landing an airplane.
Pulling a hangnail.
Running a red light.
Birthing a baby.
Getting a haircut.
I can never resist shaving the top part off and leaving the sides long. At least for a moment. I bust up when I do it. Every time.
My kids don't think it's as funny as I do. But hey, I'm the one cutting hair for free. And if they ever protest too much, I just leave it.
Halfway.
Monday, December 5, 2011
I've only go today
Today was the day I was going to get up, get my kids off to school and start my new morning routine. You know the one: quick clean, scripture reading, exercising, and showering --...very important...that last one.
Today was the day I was going to get the grocery shopping done for the week. A little something extra for a goodie exchange this week.
Today was the day.
Or so I thought.
Instead, today was the day that my kids woke early, peaked out the window and ran through the house screaming, "Snow day!!" which was confirmed minutes later via a phone message from the school.
Today was the day that we took our traditional snow day trip to Krispy Kreme for breakfast. Partly because it is fun. Mostly because Hubs loves driving in heavy snow and I allow him to put our whole family at risk. That's the kind of wife/mother I am.
Today was the day for the kids and Hubs to play for hours in the snow while I looked on, making hot chocolate and baking banana, listening Christmas music (of course) and dusting off snow covered children.
Today is the day that Rufus, the dog --not a child, just wanted to clarify, not that I would name a child Rufus...not that there's anything wrong if you did...okay, maybe a little bit wrong but whatever-- Rufus decided to eat a whole loaf of my banana bread.
Today was the day my kids played together. Fought a little. Played some more. They even cleaned their jobs...most of them. I also found out that Briggy likes Barbies. "I wuv Bawbies. I do. I wuv pwaying wif Kywa's Bawbies."
Hmmm...
Somethings just go better than planned.
Today was one of those days.
Today was the day I was going to get the grocery shopping done for the week. A little something extra for a goodie exchange this week.
Today was the day.
Or so I thought.
Instead, today was the day that my kids woke early, peaked out the window and ran through the house screaming, "Snow day!!" which was confirmed minutes later via a phone message from the school.
Today was the day that we took our traditional snow day trip to Krispy Kreme for breakfast. Partly because it is fun. Mostly because Hubs loves driving in heavy snow and I allow him to put our whole family at risk. That's the kind of wife/mother I am.
Today was the day for the kids and Hubs to play for hours in the snow while I looked on, making hot chocolate and baking banana, listening Christmas music (of course) and dusting off snow covered children.
Today is the day that Rufus, the dog --not a child, just wanted to clarify, not that I would name a child Rufus...not that there's anything wrong if you did...okay, maybe a little bit wrong but whatever-- Rufus decided to eat a whole loaf of my banana bread.
Today was the day my kids played together. Fought a little. Played some more. They even cleaned their jobs...most of them. I also found out that Briggy likes Barbies. "I wuv Bawbies. I do. I wuv pwaying wif Kywa's Bawbies."
Hmmm...
Somethings just go better than planned.
Today was one of those days.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
If you haven't read the books....
Yeah. I am totally going.
Not because I think Edward is hot...because their Edward isn't nearly as hot as the one that was in my brain when I read the books. Their Edward needs a haircut.
Not because Jacob will more than likely be spending 3/4 of the movie shirtless. Hello, I am 37 and he is..what...like 13. That would be weird. (Though I have to say he is my favorite. Not because of his body. But because I thought they did a great job casting him.)
Not because Kristen Stewart is an amazing actress...because we all know she is not.
No, I am going because dang it, I like the story. And I actually read the books. All of them. But not recently...that would just ruin the movie.
I am going because I am wondering how they are going to deal with the whole Jacob and imprinting and not make that weird, sick and unnatural. Yeah, I know he is an animal and they do that in real life. But he is also a human and if that really happened, it would be just plain perverted.
And lastly, I am so curious where they are going to end the movie. Aren't you? They have to end it at a point where it leaves you (the non-reader of the books) hanging...wanting more...wondering what is going to happen. Will they end it after the birth? After she becomes vampire? After the imprinting?
Yes, I am totally going. Tonight. 7pm.
Wanna come?
Not because I think Edward is hot...because their Edward isn't nearly as hot as the one that was in my brain when I read the books. Their Edward needs a haircut.
Not because Jacob will more than likely be spending 3/4 of the movie shirtless. Hello, I am 37 and he is..what...like 13. That would be weird. (Though I have to say he is my favorite. Not because of his body. But because I thought they did a great job casting him.)
Not because Kristen Stewart is an amazing actress...because we all know she is not.
No, I am going because dang it, I like the story. And I actually read the books. All of them. But not recently...that would just ruin the movie.
I am going because I am wondering how they are going to deal with the whole Jacob and imprinting and not make that weird, sick and unnatural. Yeah, I know he is an animal and they do that in real life. But he is also a human and if that really happened, it would be just plain perverted.
And lastly, I am so curious where they are going to end the movie. Aren't you? They have to end it at a point where it leaves you (the non-reader of the books) hanging...wanting more...wondering what is going to happen. Will they end it after the birth? After she becomes vampire? After the imprinting?
Yes, I am totally going. Tonight. 7pm.
Wanna come?
Friday, November 11, 2011
Innocent until proven...
He blamed me. Me! Can you believe it?
He got a ticket and he blamed me. He, who has never received a ticket, got one and then blamed me! How rude!!
Why?
Because I was driving.
But he couldn't prove it if we went to court. Heck, it was his name on the ticket. He was determined to prove that it wasn't him. We watched the video...we meaning all 7 of us. Yes, he felt the need to show it to our children.
"Look. There is Mommy, breaking the law," he pointed out.
You couldn't see my face, or my hair or any other identifying feature for that matter. There was no proof that it was me. Just our car, with his name on the pink slip, running through a light that had just barely turned red. That was it.
Nevermind that this happened at 7:50am on a Tuesday, the day that Hubs leaves for school around 7:15am. Nevermind that it is in a part of town that is nowhere near the university that Hubs attends. Nevermind that I knew it was the morning that I had to run, at the last minute, to the store to buy my middle schooler a new shirt because all of his were stinky and..well...unwearable. Nevermind that Wal-Mart is on the same corner as the above mentioned infraction.
No proof I tell you!
He got a ticket and he blamed me. He, who has never received a ticket, got one and then blamed me! How rude!!
Why?
Because I was driving.
But he couldn't prove it if we went to court. Heck, it was his name on the ticket. He was determined to prove that it wasn't him. We watched the video...we meaning all 7 of us. Yes, he felt the need to show it to our children.
"Look. There is Mommy, breaking the law," he pointed out.
You couldn't see my face, or my hair or any other identifying feature for that matter. There was no proof that it was me. Just our car, with his name on the pink slip, running through a light that had just barely turned red. That was it.
Nevermind that this happened at 7:50am on a Tuesday, the day that Hubs leaves for school around 7:15am. Nevermind that it is in a part of town that is nowhere near the university that Hubs attends. Nevermind that I knew it was the morning that I had to run, at the last minute, to the store to buy my middle schooler a new shirt because all of his were stinky and..well...unwearable. Nevermind that Wal-Mart is on the same corner as the above mentioned infraction.
No proof I tell you!
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
How do you know what I am?
I am a lot of things.
I am Wife. I am Mommy. I am Opinionated.
I am Coach. I am Teacher. I am Busy.
I am Friend. I am Interpreter. I am Late.
I am Neighbor. I am Republican. I am Tired.
I am LDS. I am Sister. I am a little Crazy.
I am Stef. I am Friendly. I am Nice.
Today I learned that I am Bossy.
It wasn't my children who told me...though I am sure they have thought that many times over. It wasn't Hubs who told me. He knows better than that. Nope, it was a complete stranger. A fellow Zumba-ite.
Apparently making a suggestion makes me Bossy.
And I guess I must be really Bossy because this woman couldn't stop telling me how Bossy I was. So much so that I turned and walked out. I was not interested in turning back time 20 years and reliving my junior high days.
Luckily, I am not Easily Offended. I am Thick Skinned. And I am also Forgiving.
Unfortunately for her I am not Skinny. So I will be back. Oh, yes, I will.
Me and my Opinionated, Suggestion-Making, Bossy self.
I am Wife. I am Mommy. I am Opinionated.
I am Coach. I am Teacher. I am Busy.
I am Friend. I am Interpreter. I am Late.
I am Neighbor. I am Republican. I am Tired.
I am LDS. I am Sister. I am a little Crazy.
I am Stef. I am Friendly. I am Nice.
Today I learned that I am Bossy.
It wasn't my children who told me...though I am sure they have thought that many times over. It wasn't Hubs who told me. He knows better than that. Nope, it was a complete stranger. A fellow Zumba-ite.
Apparently making a suggestion makes me Bossy.
And I guess I must be really Bossy because this woman couldn't stop telling me how Bossy I was. So much so that I turned and walked out. I was not interested in turning back time 20 years and reliving my junior high days.
Luckily, I am not Easily Offended. I am Thick Skinned. And I am also Forgiving.
Unfortunately for her I am not Skinny. So I will be back. Oh, yes, I will.
Me and my Opinionated, Suggestion-Making, Bossy self.
Friday, August 19, 2011
Just stuff
Okay, do you remember when I told you I couldn't wait for school so that things could slow down a bit.
I think I was delirious when I said that. Things are anything but slowed down over here. Yes, I know it is the first week of school and things will calm down as the weeks go by. But this one has been a doozy!
Four of my children are in school this year. This will be our first year with them attending two different schools: elementary and middle school. This means two different drop off and pick up times. A new challenge for us. Plus school starts a little earlier and gets out an hour earlier...something I will love....eventually.
Middle school is kicking our butts. My son, sweet boy that he is, has cried every day this week. Yesterday I went to pick him up and I am not kidding...he had three text books, two binders and three notebooks. Not to mention 2 locks and all the other crap that goes into a locker. His bag was literally ripping at the seams.
I saw him moping up the street and it made me want to cry. He drops into the car, declaring, "I can't go back to that place. Please don't make me. Please, Mom. I hate that place." Poor kid. He can't stand being late and so in order to avoid being late he will not go to his locker. At all.
I tried talking him through it. In the end, I ended up going with him to his locker this morning and told I would do so every morning until he felt comfortable. Middle school is so hard. I'm not sure we will survive the month if today goes bad. Sigh....
To top it off I agreed to coach Brody's soccer teams and got suckered into coaching Camden's too. If I hadn't, neither of my boys would have been able to play soccer this year. So this last week has been filled with coaching meetings, calling parents, team meetings, setting up blogs. A lot more work than I had time for...but it's for my kids. How can I say no?
Oh, yeah. And flag football practice has started. That's 2 hours on Tues and Thurs. But this, to me, is a blessing. You see, I have to leave for work before these practices are over. So Hubs takes all the kids and I have 2 hours to myself 2 days a week. It is going to be my saving grace.
He's a good man, that Hubs.
One week down....only 40 weeks left.
I think I was delirious when I said that. Things are anything but slowed down over here. Yes, I know it is the first week of school and things will calm down as the weeks go by. But this one has been a doozy!
Four of my children are in school this year. This will be our first year with them attending two different schools: elementary and middle school. This means two different drop off and pick up times. A new challenge for us. Plus school starts a little earlier and gets out an hour earlier...something I will love....eventually.
Middle school is kicking our butts. My son, sweet boy that he is, has cried every day this week. Yesterday I went to pick him up and I am not kidding...he had three text books, two binders and three notebooks. Not to mention 2 locks and all the other crap that goes into a locker. His bag was literally ripping at the seams.
I saw him moping up the street and it made me want to cry. He drops into the car, declaring, "I can't go back to that place. Please don't make me. Please, Mom. I hate that place." Poor kid. He can't stand being late and so in order to avoid being late he will not go to his locker. At all.
I tried talking him through it. In the end, I ended up going with him to his locker this morning and told I would do so every morning until he felt comfortable. Middle school is so hard. I'm not sure we will survive the month if today goes bad. Sigh....
To top it off I agreed to coach Brody's soccer teams and got suckered into coaching Camden's too. If I hadn't, neither of my boys would have been able to play soccer this year. So this last week has been filled with coaching meetings, calling parents, team meetings, setting up blogs. A lot more work than I had time for...but it's for my kids. How can I say no?
Oh, yeah. And flag football practice has started. That's 2 hours on Tues and Thurs. But this, to me, is a blessing. You see, I have to leave for work before these practices are over. So Hubs takes all the kids and I have 2 hours to myself 2 days a week. It is going to be my saving grace.
He's a good man, that Hubs.
One week down....only 40 weeks left.
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